Britannia

The Druids say she's the chosen one.

And she is going to drive the Romans back into the sea.

The Dead Man and Lokka have joined forces.

You want the Druid. I want the maiden.

The time has come for the Druids to fight.

If the Dead Man wins, our time is over.

If you really want to destroy something, you don't use a sword, you use love.

There was a path set for all of us.

- Who sent you here? - The Dead Man.

- You will destroy the Chosen One. - We need to go!

- Wait. - We don't need this.

The maiden is under the Dead Man's spell.

And if that little twerp was powerful enough to trick me,

it's possible he's taking her to the Lake of Tears,

which, as you rightfully point out, is a disaster.

I'm the Keeper of the Lake.

The Gods chose you, Andra. Just as they chose me.

Let me tell you something about your sister. She is not your sister.

No! No!

I came to mess things up.

- It's all right. - Thank you.

The gods have a fate for us all.

The time has come, Brother.

Make your play.

Veran gave you one last chance.

- And you failed. - Oh, shit.

There should be ten thousand voices...

Singing your name.

And a river of tears.

But it's just me.

I loved you more than anyone.

I followed your light.

I doubted you.

In the end, you saved me.

What have you done,

Phelan of the Cantii?

Atoned?

Oh, fuck.

When I look out my window

Many sights to see

And when I look in my window

So many different people to be

Oh no Must be the season of the witch

Must be the season of the witch Yeah

Must be the season of the witch

You've got to pick up every stitch

The rabbits running in the ditch

Beatniks out to make it rich

The Dead Man is a trickster.

Even after you are free, you cannot truly know

if your will is your own.

To be free of his web, you need the strength of the gods in you.

Will you do me a favor?

Could you just stick that in me? Yeah? Here. Just...

Just here, please. Yeah.

In your own time.

You have suffered much.

No, I haven't. I haven't suffered "much".

I've suffered too much.

I've suffered more than anyone has ever suffered.

All those who are called by the gods suffer.

Bollocks. Not one of them has suffered as much as me.

Wait here.

- What are you doing? - Hang about.

- I don't have time for this. - Wait there. Do not move.

You bastards owe me this.

- What does that say? - It will do no good.

What does it fucking say, Druid? Read it.

It says, "Your brother will carry the flame you kindle."

Beloved brother.

- Possibly. - Yeah. When?

Because, and forgive me, I don't feel like I've been doing...

I don't feel...

like I've been doing a whole bunch of fucking flame-carrying.

I would like to go home now.

Once there were words written here.

I was there when Veran inscribed them.

On a young prince. Many moons ago.

Wait, I've got it. I've got it. "Fucking idiot"?

It said "The Flame Carrier. Forged in fire."

Well, it's not there anymore.

The words of the gods cannot be erased.

Has your journey not shown you that, at least?

Help me up.

My stick.

My pack.

Quane...

My journey is over.

Your journey isn't over.

Your journey has barely begun.

What do you command? Do we attack their patrols?

If we can capture artillery, then maybe...

Take this to my brother.

- It is you who must be challenged. - Do as I say, child.

Tell him I'll be waiting.

He'll know where.

Looks like we missed all the fun.

Well, this should do for me.

Lead a patrol to secure the perimeter.

Garrison the cohorts in the lower fort.

- Command post up here. - Welcome, General.

- You've done well for a traitor. - I am no traitor.

Spare me.

What do you want me do to her, Master?

When the challenge is won, I will deal with her.

Oh, I saw what happened. You're a dark little lot, aren't you?

Burning yourselves alive. How was all that?

I'm not going to lie. It was very difficult.

At times, heartbreaking.

Families?

They all have their nasty little secrets.

- What's this? - My sister.

Andra? Of course. Awful.

Sisters?

Nothing quite matches that bond, does it?

Indeed.

And... Mom?

Mother was quite mad.

We barely spoke. There was little point.

Well, Father must be turning in his grave.

What a waste, eh?

- If only they'd seen sense. - My feelings, exactly.

Well, you mustn't blame yourself.

No, I don't.

Well, you must hate me.

I tried.

Well...

This apple fell far from the tree, didn't it?

Thank you.

But most of all, I realized...

it's you that I want.

You, I must serve.

Come here.

There we go.

This piece of shit's older than me.

I was going home.

- Home's Rome. - Home's my river.

North. Past the water lands.

You're a long way off track.

Got a bit lost.

How are you finding promotion, Praefectus?

Puts a lot on your shoulders. Not all of us are cut out for it.

How is the General? Did he find what he was here for?

I like to keep things simple.

My motto...

Stick to what you're good at.

You know one of the things I was really good at?

Running down a deserter.

I hated those fuckers.

And I really made sure they knew it.

Chopped all their fingers off.

Made them wear them as a necklace.

And that was me just getting going.

- Can I give you a word of advice? - Sure.

Biggest thing I learnt, when I was in your shoes.

It's the little details.

People you come across, things that happen by chance.

Things they don't train you for.

It all means something.

You got to keep your eyes peeled. Look out for them.

Do you get me?

Don't know what you're talking about.

Because you were never here.

But if I do run into you again...

Are we crowding you out?

I've been stuck in here for days. Need to feel the air.

Yeah, I don't blame you.

Don't worry, I'll be back before nightfall.