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They're far out of range.
Deliver it to me when you come to Rome.
How's your hand?
You and your god! You disturb me.
The kind you hear about peopIe so brave, so seIfIess, that they can't be reaI.
You have fought the Woads. Vile creatures.
'Tis a beautiful country, is it not?
He means you no harm.
Right, you heard him.
PIease, I... I am a servant of God!
The ice is breaking!
Don't bury me in our sad little cemetery.
A breeding ground of arrogant fools.
l don't like anything that puts a man on his knees.
Rain and snow at once.
When you come online you will be punished for this Heresy!
Never leave behind you a man, woman or child who can ever carry a sword.
My knights trust me not to betray them to their enemy.
Prepare for combat.
These people need our help.
What are you afraid of, Arthur?
Armor-piercing. They're close. We have no time.
He burns.
..will accompany you on your quest.
Shall I help you remember?
What I do remember...
To kill you.
- Do you want to kill my men? - They're my men!
Help him!
You are Arthur...
Lancelot.
- Hold the ranks! - Hold the ranks!
l don't like him, that Roman.
We will go home across the mountains
Rus.
What was it like, your home?
More peoples loyal and subservient to Rome.
I don't believe in heaven. I've been living in this hell.
Father, l have failed.
For the second part of the bargain they struck indebted not only themselves...
My faith is what protects me, Lancelot. Why do you challenge this?
The famous Briton who kills his own peopIe.
Even he must have found something to his liking.
And where do you come from that compares?
That sword you carry is made of iron from this earth, forged in the fires of Britain.
Mother!
Well done, Artorius.
Tristan, ride ahead and make sure the road is clear.
ALF! Wherever I go on this wretched island I hear your name.
There is a trail heading east across the mountains.
You be my friend now and do not dissuade me.
And you. You even move, you join him.
What tomorrow brings...
They had him excommunicated and killed.
Goodbye, old friend.
Burn every village, kill everybody.
Now l'm really gonna have to marry your mother.
And instead of freedom you want more blood?