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By 300 AD, the Roman Empire extended from Arabia to Britain; but they wanted more. More land. More people's loyalty and subservience to Rome. But no people were so important as the powerful Sarmatians to the east. Thousands died in 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. In exchange, these warriors were incorporated into the Roman military. Better they had died that day...For the second part of the bargain they struck, indebted not only themselves...... but also their sons. And their sons' sons and so on, to serve the Roman Empire as knights.I was such a son. Our post was Britain ñ or at least the southern half. For the land was divided by a seventy-three mile wall, built three centuries before us, to protect the empire from the native fighters of the North. So, as our forefathers have done, we made our way and reported to our Roman commander in Britain ñ ancestrally named for the first, Artorius ñ or, Arthur.
Father!Father... they are here.
Don't be afraid. I will return.
How long shall we be gone?
Heís called Merlin. A dark magician, some say.
Well if this woman of Gawainís is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gawainís house. His wife will welcome the company.
Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me.
What will you do, Arthur, when you return to your beloved Rome?
You and your God. You disturb me.
A breeding ground of arrogant fools?
...And the women?
Saxons only claim what they kill.
Come. Letís leave Roman business to Romans.
Best of three.
When are you going to leave Bors and come home with me, huh?
Why do you always talk to God and not to me? Pray. To whomever you pray that we don't cross the Saxons.
I don't like anything that puts a man on his knees.
To try and get past the Woads in the north is insanity!
Tell me. Do you believe in this mission?
I don't care about your charge. And I don't give a damn about Romans, Britain, or this island.
If you desire to spend eternity in this place, Arthur, then so be it. But suicide cannot be chosen for another!
No, I choose life! And freedom!
Arthur, you fight for a world that will never exist. Never. There will always be a battlefield.
I will die in battle. Of that I'm certain. Now hopefully, a battle of my choosing.But, if it be this one, grant me a favor: don't bury me in our sad little cemetery.Burn me.Burn me, and cast my ashes to a strong east wind.
And thatís the summer.
Hey Bors. You intend on taking Vanora and all your little bastards back home?
Thatís interesting. I thought you couldnít count.
Thatís because heís mine.
Well, youíre about to give it to the Saxons.
The work of your God. Is this how he answers your prayers?
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