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Demp, find him a horse.

I am a servant of God!

But not of Rome, what my father believes or Rome believes

but who will be remembered for eternity.

We sacrificed goats, drank their blood, danced naked round fires.

What are you doing? Stop this!

To try and get past the Woads in the north is insanity.

The knights are demons.

You go grab enough food and water for the journey.

Better they had died that day.

And freedom for myself and the men!

lt is his destiny to become a bishop, perhaps even pope one day.

To those who take what does not beIong to them.

lt's in us and in our actions on this day.

lf this be our destiny, then so be it.

My brave knights, l have failed you.

Wherever l go on this wretched island l hear your name.

Commander of the Sarmatian Knights, sent by Bishop Germanius of Rome.

Ah, as promised, the bishop's carriage.

Who are you fighting for?

- My Iord! - No! No, stop!

They believe you can do anything.

They are trapped by Saxons.

- Tristan. - You wanna go out again? Yeah.

Galahad as well.

No, pIease, I...

As of tomorrow this was all just a bad memory.

their names and deeds handed down from father to son, mother to daughter,

Ordered, civilized, advanced.

The left flank.

This is heaven for me.

Do not mistake a loyal soldier for a fool, Germanius.

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but perhaps people like you, Arthur, and me and them can make it so.

All l see is flesh, blood.

Pelagius, a man as close to me as any, is there now,

But first, l must have a word with your commander.