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.
Arthur: Well, this is nice, isn't it?
Just the two of us.
Well, three of us.
Merlin? Merlin doesn't count.
Don't count?
Not here, not actually speaking right now.
Aren't you impressed that I remembered our anniversary?
But you didn't remember. I reminded you over a month ago.
Yes, but I remembered that it was today...
-Today.
- Actually, I did. - Shut up, Merlin.
Gaius: You're very fortunate, sire.
A fall like that, you could've broken your neck.
What about the men who attacked us? Have they been questioned?
I'm sorry, sire. Their wounds were fatal.
We were unable to learn anything from them.
We know one thing. It can't have been a coincidence that they were there.
Leon: Sire.
We recovered your saddle from the forest trail.
The girth has been unpicked and restitched.
It was designed to break, sire.
Arthur: It appears, Merlin, on this single, solitary occasion...
You may be right.
Afternoon, sir knights.
Horses are shod and watered as requested.
- You are tyr seward? - I am, sir Gwaine.
You know I am.
- Stable hand to the king? - That is my honor, yes.
Is the king not pleased with my work?
Have I done something wrong?
Are you gelda seward, mother of tyr seward?
- Yes. - Gwaine: And you live here with your son?
- Is he in some kind of trouble? - He's been arrested on suspicion of treason.
No. No, that cannot be. You've made a mistake.
- My tyr's as loyal to the king as you are. - Here.
Leon: The thread that we found at the boy's home...
Matches that used to sabotage your saddle, sire.
Who put you up to this, tyr?
No one. No one's put me up to anything, sire.
Arthur: Are you saying you acted alone?
Had no help, no accomplice?
I don't know anything about these things you're talking about.
I've done nothing, sire...
Save look after your horse and tack like I always do.
The evidence is staring you in the face.
You can't deny it.
Sire, I swear on my mother's life.
Just give me their name. Why protect them?
They can't help you now. Just give me their name.
I have no name.
There's no name to give.
Then you leave me no choice.
Though it saddens me greatly to do so...
I must charge you with treason.
Is there anything further you'd like to say?
Tyr: You're my king, sire.
I'd never do anything to hurt you. Never.
Tyr seward, by the power vested in me...
I hereby sentence you to death.
Merlin: How long have you known tyr?
He's been in my service since he was a boy.
Do you really think him capable of this treason?
What I think is irrelevant. The facts speak for themselves.
Arthur, to sentence him to death...
The law is the law, Merlin, whether I like it or not.
Why would tyr want Arthur dead? It makes no sense.
Perhaps he harbored some grudge...
Some festering resentment.
What grudge could he bear? He loved his work.
He was deeply proud of it. And Arthur respected him,
I know he did. He always treated him fairly and well.
Merlin, it's not always possible to know what's in the mind of another man.
Maybe so, but Arthur was right about one thing.
Tyr could not have done this alone. Someone else is involved.
And unless we find out who they are...
What's to stop them from trying it again?
Gwen: Arthur.
I know you were fond of tyr, but you had no choice.
He was guilty.
Tyr seward is a simple man.
He can't have planned this assassination himself.
Well, I know that's what you'd like to think.
We all would.
But hard as it is to accept...
Even a great and honorable king has enemies within his walls.
Very often the last person that you would suspect.
Tyr is just such a person.
No, you're right.
I suppose experience should've taught me that by now.
The important thing is he didn't succeed.
I've already lost my brother. I couldn't bear to lose you too.
I'm here, Guinevere.
Always will be.
I'll never leave you. I promise you that.
Thought you might like some food.
Eating is not Gaius's strong point, as you know.
Heh-heh. Well, at least it's not that turnip stew.
Thank you, Merlin.
I'd like to help you, tyr, if I can.
You heard the king.
No one can help me now.
I know you, tyr. Whatever you did,
I don't believe you meant any harm.
I didn't do anything. On my honor, I didn't.
But something happened, didn't it?
- No. - Tyr, please.
I know you're not to blame. Just tell me what happened.
- No, they'll... - Who?
This was a few days back.
One of the horses came down with colic,
so I had to sleep in the stable to watch over him.
Go on, it's all right.
That night I was woke up by a sound.
There was someone there, going over the king's saddle.
I knew it wasn't right.
I tried to get away and warn someone...
But they saw me.
They told me if I so much as whispered a word of what I'd seen...
They'd take my mother.
They'd take her and they'd cut her throat.
Who was it?
- I can't. - Tyr, please tell me.
This is the only chance you have.
You'll be hanged if you don't.
- And they'll kill my mother if I do. - Tyr.
I can help you.
No. If it means me dying instead of her...
Then so be it. I'd rather die.
Arthur: You went to the cells to see tyr. Merlin: Yes.
We've been over this before. We know what he said.
- The evidence doesn't lie. - I don't deny the crime, sire...
But the only part that tyr played is to see it done.
- He told you this? - Five minutes ago.
- And who was it? - He wouldn't say.
He was too frightened. They threatened him.
I must speak with him at once.
Arthur, surely it can wait.
Gaius told you to rest, let your injuries heal.
Arthur: I'll be fine. I want to hear what he has to say.
And you shall, but tyr's said all he's willing to say for now.
He's clearly frightened and unsure what to do. Don't push him.
Let him think it over and maybe after a night in the cells...
He'll be prepared to say more.
As always, Guinevere, you're right.
Merlin: Have you noticed anything about Gwen of late?
Nothing unusual. Why?
I'm not sure, exactly.
Something she's said? Something she's done?
It's nothing in particular.
It just seems to me that ever since she returned...
From the dark tower, she hasn't been quite herself.
Well, is that so surprising? She lost her only brother.
Elyan was all the family she had.
And grief changes people, Merlin.
I know they do, but...
Besides, we can only guess at what morgana put her through.
That's what worries me.
- Tyr. - What are you doing here?
Nothing to worry about. I just want to talk.
- I've said nothing. - Shh. Come closer.
We don't want to be heard, do we?
I've told no names.
I've not mentioned you to anyone.
I believe you.
My mother's safe? You've not harmed her?
Your mother is alive and well. She's not the problem.
You see, tyr, it's not what you haven't said...
It's what you may yet say.
The blade punctured his heart.
He suffered very little, I'm glad to say.
- You've spoken to the night patrols? - They saw nothing unusual, sire.
Arthur: What about the guards? Why didn't they raise the alarm?
Sire, I found this in the grate in the guard room.
Clary wort. A powerful soporific, sire.
I've been a fool.
I should've spoken to him when I had the chance.
What?
Whoever did this was no stranger to Camelot.
They knew this citadel inside out.
- Guinevere. - The plan failed.
Does he suspect you?
Not yet, but the stable hand saw me.
- He was going to tell them everything. - Was?
You have some good news then?
With tyr gone, you have to find someone else to take the fall.
When Arthur dies, you have to be beyond all suspicion.
You must have the support of the knights.
Only with their allegiance will your path to the throne be clear.
But what good is all this?
- Arthur's still alive. - For now.
But tonight you'll have everything you need to finish the job.
Arthur's doubled the guard. There are patrols night and day.
- I can't risk it. - Gwen, Gwen.
It is I that will come to you.
Gwen!
I've been looking for you everywhere. Arthur's been beside himself with worry.
Well, there was no need to worry. I was just walking in the Meadow.
Since elyan died, sometimes I just need time to myself.
Well, I understand, but you should be careful.
A patrol was attacked in the woods only an hour ago.
Oh, I had no idea. Thank you, Merlin.
I'll be more careful next time.
No broken bones, I'm glad to say.
- Anything else you remember? - Nothing.
One minute I was pursuing them through the trees...
The next I was flat on the ground.
- You're sure it's sorcery? - Gwaine: Without a doubt.
- Powerful, too. - Morgana?
- It's possible, but why was she there? - Merlin: Maybe she was meeting someone.
Why would she come so close to the citadel?
Maybe she had to. Maybe whoever she was meeting was here in Camelot.
Arthur: Until we have more to go on, this is idle speculation.
Gaius, Merlin, see what you can find in the woods.
Perhaps there's something we overlooked.
-I'll go with them -you'll do no such thing.
You rest, Gwaine. Physician's orders.
I don't think this is over.
What do you mean?
Whoever's responsible for the attack on Arthur's life...
What's to stop them from trying again?
Gwaine: They haven't a chance. The citadel's on full alert.
Every entrance, every exit's being watched.
Trust me. Arthur's safe as long as he remains in Camelot.
That's just it. What if he's not safe here?
What if Camelot's the most dangerous place that he could be?
Who could have access to the stables?
Who could've known the way out to the cells?
Who knew that tyr would do anything to protect his mother?
You need to stay close to Arthur and do whatever you can to protect him.
You have my word on it, Merlin.
Who are you?
It matters not who I am.
What I want and whether you can give it to me.
And what is it that you want?
Tincture, the power to kill.
Not just to kill, but to do so slowly and with the utmost pain.
Very particular, what you seek.
It has a very particular purpose.
Well?
Do you possess such a thing?
- Here. - What are they?
Valerian. Two drops will render the victim unconscious.
And henbane.
A single drop administered through the ear...
Their death will be as prolonged...
And as unpleasant as could be wished for.
Ah. These are uncommon things.
Hard to come by, hard to prepare.
Very generous, my lady.
More than enough to buy my wares...
Not my silence.
Arthur, are you all right?
What if Merlin's right?
What if morgana did attack the patrol?
- Morgana? - She wants me dead.
What better way of achieving that than conspiring with an ally within Camelot?
An ally who she couldn't risk meeting within these walls?
- Who? - Whoever killed tyr.
But that doesn't make sense. If you were the target, why kill tyr?
To protect their identity.
Perhaps.
Tyr's killer had an intimate knowledge of the palace.
Whoever they were, they must be known to me...
And they must be here as we speak.
If what you say is true, they must be found, quickly.
And if they're not, they'll strike again.
I will not let that happen.
I would lay down my life to protect you.
You'll find them, Arthur, you and I together.
Gaius.
Yes, it's certainly not natural.
It's morgana. I'm sure of it.
Gaius: You sure we're in the right place?
Merlin: Gwaine said he spotted them somewhere around here.
There, on that branch.
It's not much to go on, is it?
Raw imported silk.
Traders ask a small fortune for it.
Whoever that belongs to is extremely wealthy.
What is that, some kind of embroidery?
Indeed. Woven threads of silver and gold.
Only those of the highest rank can afford such a thing.
Merlin?
Where are you going now?
Arthur: Merlin.
Would you care to explain exactly what it is that you're doing?
I was just checking for holes.
Holes.
- Yes, that's... - Where the hand goes.
Granted, but look.
Mm. That I believe is where the other hand goes.
Right. The arms are the same.
You can't be too careful. A lady's modesty is at stake, after all.
Is it now?
Merlin, I would strongly recommend that you start showing...
A little less interest in Guinevere's clothing...
And a little more interest in mine.
I think I prefer Gwen's.
I'm going to do everything in my power...
To try and forget that you everjust said that.
I suggest you do the same.
Just a few drops will ease your troubles, my dear.
Do you understand?
Come.
Are you prepared?
Have you found someone to take the fall?
Don't worry. I have someone in mind.
Guinevere. I began to wonder where you were.
Sorry, I had some business to attend to in town.
I hope you have an appetite.
Mm. And a thirst.
Arthur: What took you into town?
Just delivering supplies to those most in need.
Your kindness never ceases to amaze me.
Keep your grubby hands off my dumplings.
You know, now that I think of it...
We never got to have our little celebration, did we?
Yes, why was that?
To us.
Gaius: All the evidence suggests that the king has been poisoned.
Gwen: Certain, Gaius?
Gaius: Quite certain.
The sweating, the corruption of the skin...
The traces of tincture around the ear.
They all point to the use of henbane.
Is there no hope?
The poison is a deadly one, milady.
There may be a way to arrest its course...
But I cannot guarantee it.
One thing I know for certain. Whoever did this lives among us.
Whoever did this has betrayed us all.
Someone who is free to roam the citadel as they please.
Someone who has access to the king's stables...
The king's prison...
Even the king's food.
There is only one I know of.
Merlin.
How is Arthur?
Gaius: There is no change.
I know how you must feel about Merlin.
You must believe me when I say how sorry I am...
But the evidence against him is overwhelming.
You did what you had to do, Guinevere.
You had no choice.
- I understand that. - Thank you.
Is there no hope, Gaius? None at all?
I will not lie to you.
Arthur's time is nearly upon him.
But until the king draws his last breath...
There is always hope.
You were right, Merlin. Whatever morgana did in the dark tower...
She's taken control over Gwen and used her to get to Arthur.
- Can you save him? - The poison's too strong, too virulent.
Your magic is his only hope.
You need to get me out of here, somehow.
You promised you'd never leave me, Arthur.
You promised.
He's our strength, our heart.
How can I live without him?
How can any of us live without him?
Because we must.
My lady, if Arthur is to die, we will lose more than that.
The kingdom will lose its king.
While Arthur lives, there is still a king of Camelot.
But when the time comes, and it...
- It will surely come soon. - -We need to be prepared.
If we do not have a leader and a guide...
Camelot and all the kingdom will be vulnerable.
Everything Arthur worked so hard to achieve will be threatened.
But who could wear his crown?
He's no family to succeed him.
And who among us is worthy of such a thing?
You are, my lady.
- Me? - You are as close to family as Arthur has.
No one can deny your wisdom, your compassion and your loyalty.
I am certain were Arthur able to make this decision...
He would chose you.
I don't know what to say.
I realize that this is a great responsibility...
But you will not be alone.
I guarantee you myself and all the knights will stand by you...
Now and forever.
Thank you, Leon.
I am lucky indeed to have such friends.
- Who are you? - What kind of a damn fool question is that?
I am who I am and I am who I was...
And I am who I will always be.
- That's no answer. - What other answer is there?
It's the only answer worth giving.
- What are you doing here? - Incredible.
You follow one idiot question with another!
I'm visiting the cells...
As you perfectly well know.
No, you're not. Not unless we say so, you're not.
But you already said so.
Only 10 minutes ago you said so.
You said so and I did so!
- No, we didn't. - What on earth is wrong with you?
Something interesting in your tea, is there?
It's hardly any wonder your prisoners are being murdered...
If you can't even remember who you're letting in...
And who you're letting out! You let me in!
And I thank you for that.
And now, apparently, I have to let myself out!
Ah!
Good bye!
You! What are you doing in my kitchen?
- Nothing. - "Nothing" means "mischief" in my book.
Well, you've been reading the wrong book.
- And "mischief" means "theft." - No, it doesn't.
And theft means my pies.
Your pies?
Why on earth would anyone want to steal...
Your godforsaken pies?
My pies are the talk of Camelot.
Oh. Yes, indeed they are.
A crust like rusted iron, a filling like last year's horse dung.
And the smell. Oh yes, just like the guard house's latrine!
No one insults my pies and gets away with it!
Oh, I'm sorry. Should I speak instead of your poisonous flans...
Like vomit, curdling in the noonday sun?
Or your dumplings? The king himself...
Likened them to freshly lain frog spawn wrapped in pig snot!
What would you know about the king and my dumplings?
Oh, good grief.
Should've done that years ago.
You there!
There! This way!
He's gone. We've lost him.
Inform the men we have an intruder. Put the citadel on high alert.
That was no wind. It was sorcery.
Light the braziers! Search the courtyard!
Are you all right? Gwen: Yes.
You haven't seen anything, heard anything?
Gwen: Nothing, why? Gwaine: There's an intruder within our walls.
- Here in the citadel? - Yes, milady.
We last saw them in the main square before we lost sight of them.
My lady, you may be in danger.
Gwaine will take you to the guest chambers. He'll insure no harm comes to you there.
Gwen: Why would anyone wish me harm? Gaius: You are to be our leader, Gwen.
You are Camelot's future.
Do you imagine our enemies don't want you dead?
I can't leave Arthur, not now.
Gaius: Gwen, I promise if there's any change, I'll fetch you at once.
Gwaine: Gaius is right. Come, milady.
You're not safe here.
- How on earth did you get in here? - Don't even ask.
How is he?
His heart is nearly stopped.
I fear he's close to death.
The sickness is so deep in him.
I don't know if I have the power to bring him back.
You can do this, Merlin.
Gaius.
- Merlin. - Ha-ha-ha!
Well done, Merlin. Well done!
You'd better get back to the cells before you're missed.
But there are guards on every floor. How am I gonna get back down there?
Well, the same way as you came up, obviously.
Obviously.
Morning, Merlin.
If you've got a moment, the king would like a word.
Arthur: Merlin.
This is one of the two, possibly three...
Moments in my life where I've actually been glad to see you.
That's my thoughts exactly, sire.
How are you feeling?
- Like death. - Mm.
Well, death warmed up, at least.
- I can imagine. - Mm.
Well, it seems like we've both been through something of an ordeal.
Well, it wasn't so bad, really...
Once you get used to the eternal night, the rats...
The moldy pillars and living with a bucket of your own...
- Merlin. - Heh-heh.
I'm sorry about what happened to you, truly.
As soon as I heard, I told them it couldn't have been you who poisoned me.
Had the cook confirm your alibi.
Thank you.
I told them you weren't bright enough to organize an assassination attempt.
- That's very thoughtful. - You're welcome.
There is something that I need to talk to you about.
Sorry, Merlin, another time. They're waiting for me in the council chambers.
Thanks to Guinevere, some new evidence has come to light.
The queen found these vials in my chambers.
They bear, as you can see, a distinctive Mark.
Thanks to her tireless efforts she's been able to trace them.
This is your Mark, is it not? It is my Mark, yes.
What does this vial contain?
- Valerian, sire. - What does it do?
It renders the subject unconscious.
- This one? - Henbane.
It's poison, my lord.
A lethal poison.
And it is only thanks to the great skill of my physician...
That I am still alive. Apothecary: I am sorry, my lord.
I supplied it, I confess...
But I did not know that it was intended for you. In truth, I was...
I was too afraid to ask.
To afraid to ask who?
She who procured it.
And did you recognize this woman?
Well, I cannot say for certain...
But I believed it to be morgana pendragon.
Because of the queen's diligence, the truth has been uncovered.
Each and every one of us owes her a great debt.
Long live the queen.
Crowd: Long live the queen! Long live the queen!
Long live the queen! Long live the queen!
Man: You're not happy with your husband?
I'd be happy if he died tomorrow.