Cursed

Where to begin?

With water?

Or with fire?

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Come on, Old Boy.

Want some?

Squirrel, where did you get that?

Found it.

Bit strong.

But not bad.

Witch.

Piss off, half-wit!

Are you heading to the pyre?

I wish I could go.

Gods, I forgot the offering.

Mother will kill me.

Save them.

Save them.

Death is not the end, Fey Queen.

Seek him.

Death is not the end.

Save them.

I don't understand.

Save who?

No!

What did you do?

What do you think, fool? Shot supper.

Don't get too close to this witch, you'll get the worms.

Even her dad left her.

Papa, please! Papa, don't go! Come back!

Left his own clan 'cause she scared him off.

You are cursed, Nimue.

What did you say?

Don't get brave with me, hag.

Get out of my forest.

I'm not afraid of you...

Get out of my forest!

Get it off me! Pull it off!

Stop.

Help!

It's in your blood, child.

Let him go!

Let him go!

Quick!

- I got you. - Nimue.

Stop!

- Help! - Nimue!

Nimue.

- Help! - Let him go.

- She brings darkness in the house! - Papa, don't go!

We're cursed.

Benum.

What happened?

She did it! She did it! She did it!

Cast her out!

- You will string Benum a new bow. - It wasn't my fault. It just happened.

I'm sorry, Mother. I couldn't control it.

He will live, you will make an offering to the family,

I will explain to the Elders.

- I want it to stop. Why won't it stop? - It will not stop.

No, I hate it!

- It's right what they say about me. - No.

Never be ashamed of what you are.

They don't call you "demon."

Or "witch."

Did I raise you to suffer fools or to lead?

Help them understand.

No Sky Folk has ever wielded such power. Some of us can hear the Hidden...

Are you the High Priestess now or my mother?

We will discuss this later.

I don't want to go.

You are my daughter and apprentice,

and you will make your offering.

As Summoner,

Agatha communed with the Hidden...

safeguarded our harvest...

and divined the winds.

Let Airimid's Breath push her down the Great River to the Other World,

where her voice will join the chorus of our ancestors.

As Sky Folk, we are born in the dawn...

- to pass in the twilight. - ...to pass in the twilight.

The Hidden are with us.

They choose the new Summoner.

Not her. No.

No.

No, not her.

- She is marked by Dark Gods. - Not her!

- It's witchcraft. - Sorcery.

How dare you?

The Hidden have chosen.

Nimue is the new Summoner.

I don't want it.

I don't want to be your Summoner!

Nimue.

Nimue!

Nimue.

- Nimue! - Did you enjoy that?

It's not a question of what you want or what I want.

The will of the Hidden is clear.

The power is a gift and should be used to guide and serve your kind.

A gift?

It's a curse.

And I don't want to be like you.

And it is very clear what my kind think of me.

I wonder why.

You do everything in your power to prove them right.

Nimue.

Well, I relieve you forever of this burden.

Nimue!

We saw the eclipse.

What's happened?

I'm Summoner.

You're what?

It doesn't matter. I'm going.

I'm getting on that ship today. It's still in Hawksbridge.

What? Nimue, slow down, you're not making any sense.

They don't want me here, and I don't want them.

- They can all burn in the nine hells. - Who? What, the Elders?

Who cares what those shriveled onions think?

Nimue.

You're not really going.

Pym, I have to.

Oh, my gods, you're acting mad.

I'm riding with you.

God is love.

It is a love that purifies,

sanctifies, and unites us.

And today,

God smiles.

Do you know why?

Because we've done his work today.

You see,

God created most of us in his image.

This is his garden,

and we must tend his garden.

We must rake the garden

and pull the weeds.

The weeds are the demons,

and we must expel them from his garden.

Do you understand?

But the demons wear many faces.

They don't want to be found.

Some of their faces are scary ones.

Some are shy.

And some...

are very young.

We do his work today.

Lenore!

It's a Moon Wing.

They came by day as we slept.

The men in red robes.

They burned our trees.

The smoke killed many in their sleep.

Others burned...

or fell.

The rest fell to the steel of the Gray Monk.

The one who cries.

- The Red Paladins are moving north. - And we're right in their path.

We need to send scouts to get a sense of their numbers.

Will the king do nothing about this slaughter?

We are on our own.

No friends of the Fey serve Uther Pendragon.

Yeah.

I hate wizards.

If he so much as points a finger at me, you stick him, Hook.

Merlin the Magician?

You owe Lord Gray River 4,000 gold coin.

Oi!

Bloody hell.

Search his robes.

A Carpathian king once sent 400 assassins to claim my head.

Dacians.

I burned them all in a lightning storm that lasted seven whole days.

Tell Lord Gray River I'm insulted by this paltry show of force.

Or better yet, I'll send you back as mole rats...

to convey my displeasure?

The spell is quite simple.

Chiggur...

No, no, no, no. No. It...

There's no call for that type of thing, Lord Merlin. But just...

Hook.

We're just...

Let's go.

But you didn't turn them into mole rats, did you, Merlin?

Maybe the rumors are true, then.

Maybe you really have lost your magic.

At least two dozen Fey villages

have burned at the torch of Father Carden and the Red Paladins, Your Majesty.

This Carden has his bloody nerve.

Not only nerve, but popular support.

Given the months of drought and famine,

the peasantry now assign most of the blame for their miseries to Fey witchcraft.

"Most of the blame"?

Well, the rest blame you, sire.

For the drought?

They blame us?

Merlin.

Perfect timing.

That is debatable, Your Majesty.

We found him in the cabbages, sire. Drunk, I'm afraid.