Great dragon: In a land of myth and a time of magic...
The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man.
His name: Merlin.
Uncle.
It's late, Arthur. What's troubling you?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
But I've made a decision, and I felt it only right to inform you right away.
Though I fear you're not gonna like what I have to say.
I'm going to marry Guinevere.
Sorry.
That is, if she says yes.
-Sire...
I know what you're gonna say. She's a servant, I'm the king.
- It's not the done thing. - It's a little more serious than that.
Arthur: Guinevere has proved herself valuable support...
And shrewd counselor these past few months.
You don't need a woman for support, sire. I'm your counsel.
I fear you have rather too much stubble to be my wife.
Good counsel, solid support. They're exactly what I need.
I don't want a queen who spends her days floating around the castle...
Agreeing with my every word.
And the people don't want that either. So I've made up my mind.
I want Guinevere to be my queen, and I want you to accept her as such.
My lady.
You better have a good reason for scaring me like that.
I'm afraid I do.
Arthur is to make Guinevere his queen.
It's just like in my dream.
I will not see that woman upon my throne.
I don't see how we can stop her.
There is one that can ruin king Arthur's plans.
One that can come between them.
We all have our secrets, and unfortunately for Guinevere, I know hers.
I know exactly how to destroy her.
I come in peace.
Ah. Morgana pendragon.
You are destined to bring back the old ways.
I hope to live to see that day.
You are one of the few people who remember the time of the old religion.
I need your help.
- It was a gift from my sister. - Ah.
A most interesting present.
The price of a soul.
But you do not know how to release it.
I should like to keep it.
The gift is indeed a powerful one...
But there is only one way to wield that power.
You must travel to the last of the five gateways...
That separate our world from the world of the dead.
Find the pool of nemhain...
Whose waters are as black as night...
And as still as death itself.
Cast the coin into its depths...
And your wish will be granted.
My name is Lancelot, my lady.
I am yours to command.
You must be tired.
You've been on a journey few have ever dreamed of.
I know not where I have been, my lady.
Only that I am yours.
Slow down.
You won't be needing that.
Well, not yet.
We have work to do, but it's not your sword I require...
So much as your heart.
There is a woman, a serving girl.
A lowly peasant called Guinevere.
Or Gwen, as she's known to her friends.
There are many that have tried to win the hand of king Arthur...
But it was Gwen who won his heart.
She is honest and straightfon/vard, a simple soul.
Arthur trusts her entirely.
As he does you.
For you are Lancelot...
The noble, the brave, the honorable.
You're everything the knights' code stands for.
Before she was Arthur's, she was yours, Lancelot.
You were her first love.
And you will be her last.
Guinevere...
Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?
- Is that a yes? - Oh, sorry. Yes.
Yes. Yes.
Agravaine: How is it with our old adversary?
He's learning fast.
Soon he will know enough to convince everyone he's the Lancelot we all knew.
I thought it would please me, molding his mind.
Instead, I feel curiously sad.
He was once so mighty.
Now he's nothing but a shade.
I shall be sorry to see him go.
I've got to hand it to you.
If nothing else, it's certainly an original engagement present.
Well, as romantic gestures go, you could have given her flowers.
Could have had a song written.
Instead, you've given her two days of sweaty men knocking the sense out of each other.
Exactly as it should be. My father had a tourney before his wedding.
- It's tradition. - Ah, so it's not even an original gesture then.
I think my future wife understands.
Thank you very much.
Who on earth's that?
I have no idea.
I fear I remember very little after the moment I stepped through the veil.
My story will not be as illuminating as I would like.
We're just pleased to see you.
Well, pleased and amazed.
I owe everything to the madhavi people.
When they found me, I was near death.
Luckily for me, their customs dictate...
That they must give food and shelter to the needy.
And I was certainly that.
Leon: Where did they find you?
On one of the silk road passes high in the feorre mountains.
Cenred's kingdom.
I traveled with them for many weeks, deep into the deserts of the south.
Then slowly, my strengths returned.
When I was able, I earned my passage the only way I know how: By the sword.
Then I slowly made my way north.
You made your way home.
We can't thank you enough for what you sacrificed...
On the isle of the blessed.
It will be remembered always.
It is indeed good to see you once again.
I would like to propose a toast...
To the people I hold most dear.
To Camelot.
- All: To Camelot. - To Camelot.
- You can have my bed. - No.No.
Really, after all you've been through...
It's the least I can do.
Thank you, Merlin.
It's good to see you too.
I've spent so long thinking about what happened.
Could I have saved you...
And if there was anything I could have done.
If I could have used magic.
If any of us had any magic, Merlin...
Then life would be a lot easier.
Good night.
Oh, no.
I've seen that face before.
I want to believe that everything is fine...
And that we really have Lancelot back.
It certainly looks like him.
- Yeah. - What is it?
I don't know.
Something's wrong.
When he was telling his story, I sensed it.
The way he greeted me, that made me suspicious.
But what happened just now, that's made me sure.
He forgot I had magic.
Lancelot would never do that.
Hmm. Strange indeed.
Give him time.
I'm keen to hear your news.
I'm sure you'll be very proud, my lady.
Arthur and his knights were completely taken in.
And Gwen? This must be the last thing she hoped for on the Eve of her wedding.
If she was flustered, she certainly didn't show it.
I fear she truly does love Arthur.
Any feelings she had for Lancelot are in the past.
I had considered that eventuality.
I think it's time to reawaken those feelings.
I wasn't sure I'd find you here.
I thought you might have rooms in the palace.
I want to stay here as long as I can.
It may not be much, but it's my home.
May I come in?
I only want to wish you well.
I never thought I'd see you again.
I know.
- When I heard what you'd done, I felt so guilty. - No.
You were protecting Arthur, just as I'd asked.
If it weren't for you, there'd be no wedding.
There are no words to thank you enough.
There is no need for that. I did what I felt was right in my heart.
You taught me that, Gwen.
To be true to myself.
You will make a wonderful queen.
Your love for your people is surpassed only by your love for Arthur.
The madhavi people gave me this token of good fortune for my journey.
I would like you to wear it, for I see their goodness in you.
It is a rare thing...
And I was lucky to have been touched by it.
I wish you and Arthur everlasting happiness, Gwen.
Mm. The chicken is good.
It's nice broth.
What do you know about necromancy?
What?
Well, you know lots about lots of things, don't you?
Necromancy is the most dangerous of all magical practices.
Even in the days of the old religion...
Such sorcery was viewed with the utmost suspicion.
I know I'm going to regret asking this, Merlin...
But why do you want to know?
I think that someone has raised Lancelot from the dead.
By "someone," I presume you mean morgana?
The old legends do speak of such creatures.
They call them shades.
Poor, tormented souls summoned from their rest...
By the necromancer's art.
So it is possible?
Even if it is possible, we have no way of knowing for sure.
It's time.
I didn't want it to be true.
I know. We all wanted him back.
More than anything.
This man's a shadow of his former self, a shadow with ill intent.
Do you think he means to harm Arthur?
Whatever his reason for being here, it can't be good.
Here.
Let me.
Thank you.
I just wanted to wish you well.
Shouldn't you be saying that to your future husband?
I do.
I have.
I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm here.
Don't look so worried, Merlin. Arthur won.
Now he's in the final with Lancelot.
Yeah, I know.
People are gonna love that.
You must be ready, Merlin. Your magic might be needed.
Arthur should withdraw. He's in no fit state to continue.
He wouldn't withdraw if his head was hanging by a thread.
What's going on? Why did he yield?
I suppose I should be pleased. Arthur's alive.
My liege.
Arise, sir Lancelot. That's not necessary.
I always thought you were the noblest of my knights. You just proved me right.
Thank you for your courtesy.
It won't be forgotten.
Your highness.
If he's not here to kill Arthur, what's he here for?
I don't know.
Everything is prepared.
Gwen is on her way to our assignation as we speak.
Agravaine: You've done well. The lady morgana will be very pleased with you.
I'm sorry. There's something you must see.
Are you sure this is safe?
No one visits the council chambers at this hour of the night.
Please!
No, please! Please. Please. Stop, please.
Please, this has to stop. Please!
Please. Stop. This has to stop, please.
Agravaine: Far be it for me to advise you on personal matters, sire...
But this is also a matter of state.
You've been made a fool of, and you must respond robustly.
Of course, in the days of your father...
Adultery in noble families was punishable by death.
And as for Lancelot, death's too good for him.
He must die, but...
Painfully.
Arthur: You will leave, please.
All of you.
You too, uncle.
- Sire... - Now.
What are you still doing on your knees? Am I just your king?
Get up, for goodness' sake.
I was to be your husband.
What happened, Guinevere?
We were happy. I know we were happy.
You felt it too?
- But you love him? You've always loved him? - No.
All those times you said you wanted to be with me.
I meant every word.
Tomorrow was our wedding day.
I know.
- If you had worries... - I wasn't worried.
- If you had doubts... - I didn't have any doubts.
Then forgive me, because I must be really stupid!
What were you doing?
No, it is I who should be sorry.
You mean everything to me, Arthur.
Once, there was Lancelot, a long time ago.
But I haven't considered him in that way for many years.
I thought he was dead. I thought I would never see him again.
And then when I did, I was overwhelmed.
I was drawn to him. I couldn't stop myself.
I don't know why.
I love you. You mean everything to me.
All these years, I've waited for you.
You only had to wait one more day.
All I've ever wanted is to be your queen.
I still want to be your queen.
Do you know what they're saying?
That in my father's day, you'd be put to death.
I don't want to see you dead, Guinevere...
But I don't want to see you.
I cannot look on you every day.
- You will leave Camelot at first light. - Arthur...
You return upon pain of death.
No. No, no, no. I cannot be without you.
That is my decision.
Where will I go?
I am sorry.
I am truly sorry.
This is what morgana wanted all along.
She couldn't suffer the ignominy of seeing Gwen on her throne.
It is indeed a cruel revenge.
But it is morgana who created it.
I must make Arthur see that.
If he knew that Lancelot was a shade...
It wouldn't change what Gwen has done.
It is her betrayal that matters to the king, Merlin.
Telling him of Lancelot's true nature won't change that.
It's Gwen who must pay the price.
This is from our lady morgana.
She has one last wish for you.
Whatever my lady desires.
I'm hers to command.
It's not too late, sire.
I know what Gwen did was desperately wrong, but she is a good person.
I truly believe that.
As do I, Merlin.
- As do I. - Can you find it in your heart to forgive her?
That's not the problem.
Agravaine?
Well, it is agravaine, isn't it?
He's wrong. The people won't find you weak or a fool.
They will find you merciful, understanding.
You're brave to speak out, Merlin.
Gwen's yourfriend. I understand.
I'm afraid you're wrong.
I love Gwen with all my heart.
I'm sure, in time, I'll find a way to forgive her.
But I'll never trust her.
I can't live like that. Not as a king and certainly not as a husband.
And though it pains me...
It's best that she's gone.
Agravaine: Sire.
The guards found him.
What happened?
It appears he took his own life.
Arthur: I guess we shouldn't be surprised.
In all ways but one...
Lancelot was a man of honor.
See to it that he receives a proper burial.
Merlin.
Thank you.
Male voice: Merlin.
Gaius: You were right to be wary.
The druids build shrines to bring rest to tormented souls.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Elyan may have disturbed the spirit at the shrine.
Merlin: Arthur!