s no use.
This is my time.
Keep moving!
Which way?
Look out!
- My travelling days are over, my friend.
- We'll get you out of here.
Here's where I stay.
Lead on.
I can't hold him!
Throw us a rope!
Slayers!
I'm going down.
Go!
Get back!
- Come out!
- No, wait!
There is nothing we can do. Get out!
From here, I must go on alone.
Go where? There's no way in.
There is one way.
We must find the others, Ergo.
They've stopped.
Bardolph, let it go!
Look out!
- Lyssa!
- Colwyn!
Not here, Colwyn. He's too powerful.
You must fight him away from the centre.
The Glaive is gone.
I have no way to fight him.
Colwyn, it's not the Glaive, it's you.
No, Lyssa, it's us.
It's us he can't defeat.
It won't return to me except from the hand
of the woman I choose as my wife.
I give it only to the man
whom I choose as my husband.
Take the fire from my hand.
We have to find the others. Come on!
I won't leave you, Ergo.
- Bardolph?
- Look, over here!
That's Ergo. He may still be alive.
Let's get out of here.
He risked his life to save us.
We can't leave him here
if there's even a chance he's alive.
Come on, let's get you out of here.
Stand back!
Help them down!
He'll be all right.
- You are his queen?
- Yes.
- Then we've won.
- Yes.
Oh, boy! I should have stuck to puppies!
I think...
...it's time we unlocked those manacles.
I thought I'd keep them
as a memento of our journey.
The key's yours.
Only the king and his lord marshal
carry this key.
That's right.
A girl of ancient name shall become queen.
She shall choose a king,
and together they shall rule our world...
... and their son shall rule the galaxy.
Subtitles by SOFTITLERThis, it was given me to know:
That many worlds have been enslaved
by the Beast and his army, the Slayers.
And this, too, was given me to know:
That the Beast would come to our world,
the world of Krull...
... and his Black Fortress would be seen
in the land...
... that the smoke of burning villages
would darken the sky...
... and the cries of the dying echo
through deserted valleys.
But one thing I cannot know:
Whether the prophecy be true...
... that a girl of ancient name
shall become queen...
... that she shall choose a king, and that
together they shall rule our world...
... and that their son shall rule the galaxy.
Father!
Colwyn should have been here by now.
He may be forced to travel
through the forests and the stone country.
All the passes and the roads
are held by the Slayers.
Colwyn may not get through.
That would please you?
I sent men to help.
But I see no reason for an alliance
with our ancient enemies.
Father, the invaders
are destroying our world.
We must have the alliance.
Only if we're united,
do we stand a chance against them.
Then, I'll make a treaty with King Turold.
It's not necessary for you to marry his son.
It's the only way to guarantee the alliance.
The marriage is my choice.
If it were anyone but Turold's son.
Colwyn is a great fighter.
Good fighters make bad husbands.
Perhaps.
Horsemen approaching!
Open the gate!
We sent to you for help. None came.
Twenty men were despatched to you.
We've lost 300 getting here.
I didn't choose this marriage, Turold.
Nor did I, Eirig.
I chose it! Your daughter chose it.
It'll be done.
And you'll lead this army with mine
against the Slayers?
Whatever army I have,
I'll lead against them...
...until I've won or I'm dead.
I have chosen well.
So have I.
Your journey was hard?
But necessary.
- It may already be too late.
- It's not too late.
Is this where the ceremony will be?
Tonight at moonrise.
My father says that good fighters
make bad husbands.
- That