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.
I give it to you, old man,
and welcome to it.
I came to find a king.
And I find a boy instead.
Lyssa?
They will hold her
in the Black Fortress.
- Can you lead me to it?
- You must have help.
I'll find men on the way.
In the fortress,
you will face more than the Slayers.
You will face the Beast,
who is their leader.
He can be killed.
Perhaps.
But no man has ever
seen him and lived.
You will need more
than men and swords.
You will need the power
of the glaive.
The glaive is nothing
but an ancient symbol.
It doesn't really exist.
It exists up there.
In a cave on the highest peak.
Without the glaive...
you will never be able
to reach Lyssa.
I need weapons, not symbols.
Once, the glaive
was a very powerful weapon.
It can be so again...
but only in the hands
of the right man.
For only the right man
can retrieve the glaive.
Am I that man?
I wish I knew.
I cannot go with you.
Don't worry.
If it's there, I'll come back with it.
If you do not come back with it...
you'll not come back at all.
You have been brought here
for a marriage.
I'm the king you will choose.
Do not use it
until you need it.
- Well, how will I know when?
- You will know.
You lead me to the Black Fortress,
I'll use it soon enough.
It will not be so easy.
With each sunrise,
the Black Fortress moves.