Bring him back, whatever the cost.

Whatever the cost! Do it!

So be it.

- Will he live? - Oh, yes.

- Will Guenevere...? - Yes.

- Merlin, will I ever have a son? - Yes.

No riddles, nothing but a simple yes? That frightens me.

But a king should be afraid, Arthur, always...

of the enemy waiting everywhere...

in the corridors of his castle...

on the deer paths of his forest...

or in a more tangled forest...

in here.

Welcome, welcome back.

Take your place again, Lancelot.

My lord.

Look! Sir Lancelot! He's back!

No more going.

They miss the battlefield. I think we do, too.

We have lost our way, Arthur.