Merlin and the Book of Beasts Page #3

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Looks cozy.

All right, after you, Galahad.

No, after you, Merlin.

They were constructed

in case of a siege,

to get the women and children out

if need be.

They connect the castle

to the water.

Water? There's no water

around here for leagues.

Wrong way.

Sorry.

Sometimes you don't need to see water

to have water, Lysanor.

Nothing is as it seems.

Tristan:
A common trickster's

practice.

I'll retrieve the book.

Lysanor:
And what are we to do?

Guard the tunnel.

Wait for my return.

We are knights, Merlin,

not tunnel rats.

- Speak for yourself.

- We fight side by side.

No, Avlynn.

It's too dangerous.

The book is too powerful.

Promise me you won't do that.

What shall we do

if you don't return?

Run for your lives.

And watch the beasts

at your back.

Tristan, set up a watch

from that direction.

Lysanor, Avlynn,

cover the passageway.

It will take more than a beast

to cancel our escape.

We'll hold the tunnels for Merlin.

Be careful, Princess.

We need a queen once Camelot is ours.

It's all lost.

Arcadian:
Is it as you

remember it?

Not altogether, no.

Do I know you, necromancer?

I know you, Merlin.

Everybody knows me.

Puts me at a disadvantage.

Camelot was a sanctuary,

a haven,

and here it lies desecrated.

My father said

you were sentimental.

In your despair, you blinded yourself

to the Ambrosius's Circle.

The Circle of Ambrosius?

Which negates the power

of the first spirit that crosses it.

Yes, I know, I know.

Only for a short time.

And in that short time

I have your precious book, Arcadian.

Do you?

You mean this?

That's a funny little trick,

Arcadian.

Who taught you that?

Actually, it was something

you taught my father long ago.

Nothing is as it seems.

So you knew who your father was,

did you?

That's impressive

in this day and age.

You knew him well, Merlin.

His name was Arthur Pendragon.

- Mordred?

- That's right,

Mordred, son of Morgan le Fay

and your beloved king.

You were slain. I watched you

perish at the battle of Camlann

while Arthur was dying

in my arms.

I survived!

The blood of Pendragon

courses through my veins.

My father never acknowledged it.

He tossed me away

at your suggestion.

I killed him.

Camelot is mine.

You will suffer.

You will not succeed.

Then why are you my captive

and your friends about to die?

Oh, yes, you brought

your friends.

Well, I brought mine too.

A wicked place.

No sign of him.

Then we wait.

- Do you trust Merlin?

- Of course I do.

There's something about the nature

of that book that troubles me.

If its powers are so dark

and corrupting,

how can we be certain it will not

turn Merlin against us?

We all face our own true selves

at some point.

He will guide us through this.

Of that I am certain.

A man who abandoned the world,

hid from it?

What if he's not strong enough?

You must believe, Lysanor.

When Merlin learned that a Pendragon

lived to ascend the throne,

his faith was reborn.

Sometimes faith is all

we have to go on.

And sometimes things must be believed

before they can be realized.

Something stirs.

- Which way?

- Both:
This way.

Ghosts.

Tristan:
What was that?

Tristan, Lysanor,

has someone passed?

The way is clear,

but something stirs.

Are we surrounded?

Avlynn!

Things could have been

different, Merlin,

if only you embraced

the powers of this book.

Now you are a very part of it,

allowing me to draw

your will and spirit

and imprison it on this page.

The book

doesn't belong to you.

Put it down

before you do more harm.

As I understand it,

the book chooses its master.

No, Mordred,

you are not the book's master.

You are its slave.

You will now twist your spirit

to the darkness.

The only end to this path

is destruction and ruin.

That is what I intend to do.

You will not entomb my spirit.

Actually, that's exactly

what I'm doing.

That is the prize you seek.

You shall never have it.

How does it make you feel

to know that King Arthur

didn't trust you

with the secret of his daughter?

I...

I know not what you talk of.

Avlynn Pendragon, my blood kin.

Only you couldn't help yourself

in watching over her.

Why would you do that?

Why was it to be her

and not me?

Oh, I think you've asked yourself

that question, Mordred,

and the answer

has driven you mad.

You are not fit to be king,

if you look at it, really.

But you will contradict

the forces of nature to make it thus.

You are sick, child.

We should have put you out of your

misery when we had the chance.

Enough!

Avlynn will bear me a child and

usher in a new breed of Pendragon.

You will never have Avlynn,

never.

I have her already.

What was it, Galahad?

A serpent, a shadow,

the devil herself.

A woman?

The Gorgons.

The Gorgons...

Moira, Minerva,

and their queen Medusa.

- Avlynn.

- I thought these beasts boasted

serpents for hair and a wild look

which turned one to stone.

Only when they're angry.

And besides, I thought

you didn't believe in magic.

I believe

we're in for a fight.

Let her go.

Cover your eyes!

Abomination.

Lysanor, are you all right?

Follow her!

What are you laughing at?

The beasts who collect Avlynn...

the one thing you are to protect...

were creatures you helped

capture in this book.

The Gorgons?

Your legacy will be

your downfall, Merlin.

Where is the sword...

the sword in the lake?

You'll never find it.

I hid it, see?

You hid the sword?

No, I hid the lake.

- Merlin:
Avlynn!

- Merlin!

Only two return.

You are a true blood.

Let me go.

This is not the way

I want to meet.

Demons, no.

The soul must be intact

for the book to take control of it.

- You never will, Arcadian.

- Galahad!

Medusa, Minerva,

get back in the book

from whence you came.

Asudem, Avrenim.

Asudem, Avrenim.

Destiny manifests already,

especially you.

Arcadian, over here.

Your plan will never

come to pass, Mordred, never!

If I can't have you, Merlin,

neither shall the world.

Get the book.

Run for your bloody life, fools!

- Merlin.

- Knights.

No!

Merlin.

Princess, the garrison

is almost upon us.

This can't be.

He cannot die.

If what Merlin said is true,

then Mordred,

the evil spawn of Morgan le Fay

has the power to fell such a foe.

We must go now!

I can't stand to lose another.

Merlin is dead, Avlynn,

but we have the book

and we must go.

I am not leaving him.

You don't have to.

We leave no one behind.

Thank you.

To the tunnels.

Tristan and I will take these rogues.

Hurry.

Lysanor, get out.

Move. Move.

Avlynn, it will be all right.

What will be all right, Lysanor?

Merlin is dead, removing

the hand in it we all have.

Without him there is no way

to destroy the book.

And we're in a tunnel leading back

to a world we cannot save.

Merlin knew of the danger

before setting off with us. We all did.

We mustn't stay

in these tunnels, Princess.

They're drawing closer.

Lysanor will never make it

with a dead weight around his back.

Don't worry about me.

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