The Mists of Avalon Page #7

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...to your lust and ungodliness,

and all for nothing.

All for nothing!

No baby, no baby.

Where is my baby?

it's in God's hands now, not ours.

Don't cry.

God does not reward sinners.

We are all sinners, my love.

He knows that and understands.

And He knows that you value pagans

equally with Christians...

...and fight under a banner

of the Mother Goddess...

...as if she were equal

to our Father in heaven.

Our Father may be in heaven, Guinevere...

...but the Goddess

is Great Mother to us all.

She is not Great Mother to me.

She will not give me a child.

And while you honor her,

God will not give me a child either.

You say you are a good man...

...but you condemn

your wife to barrenness...

...for the sake of an oath

to painted savages.

l despise you, Arthur Pendragon.

Neither good Christian, nor good pagan...

...nor good husband to me.

And so, Lancelot was married

to the Lady Elaine.

And if he could not make me happy...

...at least he could fill

her simple soul with delight...

...and heal the wounds

that had been inflicted on him...

...by the magic of Avalon.

Has my mother come, old Druid?

Your mother sends her blessings, my son.

Perhaps she could not bear to see you...

...married under the banners

of Christianity all alone.

We'll visit her on the way to Pellinore.

Thank you, Morgaine.

Morgaine...

...the Lady of the Lake is heartsick

that you have withheld yourself from her.

l think of her often...

...though I'm committed to my course.

How does Viviane fare?

She longs to have you at her side.

She did what she did

in the service of the Goddess.

And although you reject her,

you do not reject the old ways, l think.

For which l honor you.

This is Accolon of Wales.

He also is strong in the old religion,

as is his father, Uriens.

We've already had the pleasure

to meet, Merlin.

Will you join me in a dance, lady?

lf you can bring your horsemen...

...down from the Welsh hills,

we can trap the Jutes...

...before they breach the line of the Avon.

it will be done, Your Majesty.

Have you thought, sir,

of that boon l crave of you?

King Uriens has long been a widower

and wishes to remarry.

l asked His High Majesty

if there was a lady of your court...

...who would be willing to become

Queen of North Wales.

Morgaine.

Morgaine?

Is she not a little young?

l think she would be happy

with an older man.

She is no giddy, young thing.

What do you think, King Uriens?

The High King's own sister?

l would be honored if she'd have me.

We will discuss this later, my friend.

Thank you, my lord.

Morgaine, for Uriens?

He is a good man...

...of the old religion and an important ally.

Should we not at least ask her?

l think l know what her answer will be.

Morgaine, we have had an offer

of marriage for you.

Well, it has been broached.

You are asked to join yourself

to the royal house of North Wales.

it is a wild place.

And you will be far from Camelot, Sister.

There is one of the old religion there,

who would wish to wed you.

l cannot pretend

l am as surprised as all that, Brother.

Why, the sly fellow.

He did not tell me he had spoken to you.

What shall l tell him?

You may tell him

I'd be happy to live in North Wales.

I'm happy for you, Morgaine.

Very happy.

Friends...

...on this auspicious day...

...l have yet another note

of happiness to sound.

My dear sister, Morgaine...

...is to be betrothed

to King Uriens of North Wales.

For a moment it did not sink in.

And then l realized:

l had been tricked into marrying

the father instead of the son...

...and there was nothing

l could do about it.

To have rejected Uriens there and then...

...would have humiliated him

before the whole country...

...and cost my brother the loyalty of Wales.

l was caught...

...like a fly in a web.

How could you let this happen?

There was little l could do.

First, they take down

the banners of Pendragon.

Then Morgaine...

...the one person who could've kept

the spirit of the Goddess alive in Camelot...

...is sent to North Wales. And why?

Because of some Christian ninny.

l have lost my strength, Viviane.

l feel the power of the Goddess...

...is no longer in me.

Why, you're just tired, Merlin.

it's been a long journey from Camelot.

l am more than just tired.

Surely, there are enough herbs in Avalon

to give you back your strength.

l shall ask Raven to fetch you some.

Please, don't leave me.

Please.

Poor Merlin.

I'm getting tired, too.

I'd hoped Morgaine would put on my robes.

Perhaps no one will step

into your robes, Viviane.

Perhaps...

...Avalon will die with us.

Well, there's young Mordred yet.

He's coming of age.

He is our best hope.

We had a long fight together...

...you and l.

You have been a worthy partner.

I've learned everything l know

from you, Merlin.

We shall fight for many years to come.

No, l won't see any more wars.

But you will continue.

You have always...

...sacrificed everything for Avalon...

...and done so gladly.

Merlin, do you think l've wasted my life?

No.

We gave everything to Avalon...

...because we had no choice.

-But we failed.

-No, we didn't fail.

We did what...

...we thought was right

every single moment.

Sometimes we were headstrong...

...but we lived our lives with passion

and commitment.

We should be grateful for that.

Viviane...

...find some happiness.

Just a small moment of happiness...

...that belongs only to you.

l think the Goddess...

...lives in our humanity...

...and not anywhere else.

Strange as it may seem...

...in marrying King Uriens

and moving with him to Wales...

...l won my self some of the few years

of happiness my life was to bring me.

When Accolon came to be with us...

...it seemed for a while

as if we were a family.

But far to the north,

under the tutelage of Morgause...

...my son Mordred

was growing to manhood.

A manhood that would destroy us all.

Stay the horses!

What is it, my lord?

Lucius, take these men back to Orkney.

Take not this road,

but the one that follows the river.

-l will see you this night.

-Yes, my lord.

Follow me.

Viviane.

-You know me, then.

-Of course.

l welcome you to Lothian,

Lady of the Lake.

You act as if you've been expecting me.

l could feel you long before l could see you.

You have a plan for me, l think.

l come in the cause

of the Goddess, Mordred.

She needs a champion.

And the question is,

will you be that champion?

You already have one. His name is Arthur.

Avalon can no longer rely on Arthur.

He's dismantled our presence at Camelot,

and he has no heir.

Will you be that heir?

Why should anyone acknowledge me...

...as the High King's heir?

Because you are his son.

His son?

But my mother is his sister.

The blood of two parents

from the same powerful line...

...rich in magic, run through you, Mordred.

You have the power, too, and you know it.

His son. Arthur's son.

By his own sister.

Yes, l have the power.

l have always known that.

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