By 300 AD, the Roman Empire
extended from Arabia to Britain.
But they wanted more.
More land.
More peoples
loyal and subservient to Rome.
But no people so important
as the powerful Sarmatians to the east.
Thousands died on that field.
And when the smoke cleared on the fourth
day, the only Sarmatian soldiers left alive
were members of the decimated
but legendary cavalry.
The Romans, impressed by their bravery
and horsemanship, spared their lives.
452 AD
In exchange, these warriors were
incorporated into the Roman military.
Better they had died that day.
Father.
They are here.
For the second part of the bargain they
struck indebted not only themselves...
The day has come.
...but also their sons,
and their sons, and so on,
to serve the empire as knights.
I was such a son.
There is a legend that
fallen knights return as great horses.
He has seen what awaits you,
and he will protect you.
Lancelot! Lancelot!
Lancelot.
Dont be afraid. I will return.
- How long shall we be gone?
- years,
not including the months itll take
to get to your post.
Lancelot!
Our post was Britain -
or at least the southern half,
for the land was divided by a -mile wall
built three centuries before us
to protect the empire from
the native fighters of the north.
So, as our forefathers had done,
we made our way and reported
to our Roman commander in Britain,
ancestrally named for the first Artorius,
or Arthur.
YEARS LATER
Ah, as promised, the bishops carriage.
- Our freedom, Bors.
- Mm. I can almost taste it.
And your passage to Rome, Arthur.
Argh!
Woads!
Yaa-rgh!
Yah!
Argh!
Argh!
Rus! Aagh!
Rus!
Rus.
Gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta
tu in mulieribus et Dominus tecum.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus.
Benedictus fructus ventris tui, lesus.
Benedicta tu in mulieribus...
Save your prayers, boy.
Your god doesnt live here.
Why did Merlin send you south of the wall?
Spill my blood with Excalibur and...
make this ground holy.
Pick it up.
Pick it up.
- Bors.
- What a bloody mess.
Thats not the bishop.
God help us.
- What are they?
- Blue demons that eat Christians alive.
Youre not a Christian, are you?
Does this really work?
Nothing.
Maybe Im not doin it right.
Arthur!
Arthur Castus. Your fathers image.
I havent seen you since childhood.
Bishop Germanius. Welcome to Britain.
I see your military skills
are still of use to you.
Your device worked.
Ancient tricks of an ancient dog.
And these are the great Sarmatian knights
we have heard so much of in Rome.
I thought the Woads control
the north of Hadrians Wall.
They do, but they
occasionally venture south.
Romes anticipated withdrawal from Britain
has only increased their daring.
- Woads?
- British rebels who hate Rome.
Men who want their country back.
- Who leads them?
- Hes called Merlin.
A dark magician, some say.
Tristan, ride ahead
and make sure the road is clear.
Please do not worry, Bishop.
We will protect you.
Oh.
Ive no doubt, Commander.
No doubt.
Dozens dont worry me
nearly so much as thousands.
Thousands?
Well, now that were free men,
Im gonna drink till I cant piss straight.
- You do that every night.
- I never could piss straight.
Too much of myself to handle...
down there.
Well, its a problem.
No, really, it is. Its a problem.
- Its like a babys arm holding an apple.
...babys arm holding an apple.
I dont like him, that Roman.
If hes here to discharge us,
why doesnt he just give us our papers?
Is this your happy face?
Galahad, do you still
not know the Romans?

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