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You who know me best of all?
No one goes in there. This pIace is forbidden.
She's a Woad.
that from this day all Britons will be united in one common cause.
I have to push them back.
Thank you.
I would have left you and the boy there to die.
- His wife will welcome the company. - l see. And what will l be doing?
With machines.
Oh.
Our post was Britain - or at least the southern half,
O merciful God, l have such need of your mercy now.
Knights
But the home we seek resides not in some distant land.
My father toId me great taIes of you.
Dagonet! Stay with me!
It is here, given to us by the Pope. These people, they send an army for us.
Everything l've done has been for the Church and for Rome.
- Archers move! Move! - Forward!
at the hands of the Saxons?
His Eminence, Bishop Naius Germanius.
It's Arthur.
These are your people.
Then we'll never make it.
their deaths were cause for neither mourning nor sadness.
and l don't give a damn about Romans, Britain or this island.
lt's a magnificent place, Rome.
The Romans, impressed by their bravery and horsemanship, spared their lives.
- Who leads them? - He's called Merlin.
Lady, my knights are hungry.
You tell that to the knights you killed before my eyes,
Arthur.
your discharge papers with safe conduct throughout the Roman Empire.
But if it be this one,
Come. Let us go, hm?
Artorius!
to live your life gloriously in honour of their memory.
Stay with me.
No doubt.
Home...
Thousands died on that field.
They're coming with us.
Oh, they want more!
Arthur! Arthur!
- There was a man of God. - Not my god!
This place, this land - your home -
You come to beg a truce. You should be on your knees.
You have my word.
They have risked their lives for 15 years for a cause not of their own.
Deserters would be hunted down like dogs.
Dagonet, where you been? We've got plans to make.
We're moving too sIow.
That's not the bishop.
The main Saxon army is inland,
- We're out of range. - l can see that!
Why do you think we left in the first place?
Weak people.
Never.
Raewald.
Why do you always talk to God and not to me?
We leave at first light, and when we return your freedom will be waiting for you.
You are a Roman.