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 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 gates!
We sent to you for help!
None came.
Twenty men were dispatched to you.
We 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've chosen well.
So have I.
Your journey was hard?
But necessary.
- May already be too late.
- It's not too late.
Is this where the ceremony will be?
Mm, tonight at moonrise.
My father says
that good fighters make bad husbands.
- That depends.
- On what?
On whether you expect a husband
to follow you around--
jump every time you clap your hands.
Wouldn't you jump for me?
No, of course not.
You're a warrior.
- From this day, my kingdom is no more.
- Nor mine.
A single kingdom...
under our children.
Agreed.
I give fire to water.
It will not return except from the hand
of the woman I choose as my wife.
I take fire from water.
I give it only to the man
whom I choose as my husband.
Take the fire from my hand.
Slayers!
Call the royal guards!
- The Slayers.
- Arm yourselves!
- We will fight together.
- Is there a safe way out of the castle?
- An underground passage.
- Come on!
- My place is with you.
- Do you love me?
- Of course I love you.
- Then go.
Colwyn, hurry back to me.
Everyone in the center of the room,
get back!
Take it!
Here!
Lyssa!
Father!
- Lyssa!
- She's alive.
- Where?
- Stay still!
- Where?
- For now, beyond your reach.
- Who are you?
- I am Ynyr.
The old one.
Well...
not as old as all that.
You've come down
from the Granite Mountains.
Yes. I am needed now.
Father.
There is no time now for grief.
You haven't lost a father
and a bride on the same day.
Nor have I become king on that day.
I have no kingdom!
Your kingdom may be greater
than you know.
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