Sometimes it is in mountains,
sometimes in the desert...
sometimes in the sea.
Never the same place twice.
You told me
you knew where to find it.
There are kingly virtues
other than bravery.
Courtesy is one of them!
I'm sorry.
It's the thought of Lyssa there.
Yes.
Well, I, too, was young once.
I, too, loved as you do.
But your love will be...
luckier than mine.
What I told you is that I knew
how to find the fortress.
And that is by seeking the vision
of the blind emerald seer.
His place isn't known either.
It is known to me.
It is a day's journey from here. Come.
Help!
Help! I'm drowning!
This might have been quicksand!
I might have been sucked to my death
while you stood there gawking!
Where is this place?
A forest near the Granite Mountains.
Blast! A thousand miles off course.
Well, I was rushed.
There was a difference of opinion
concerning a gooseberry pie.
The man left it
sitting on his windowsill.
- What did he expect?
- Perhaps he expected to eat it.
For that rudeness,
I think I'll turn you into a bat.
Might teach you some manners...
to hang upside down...
for an hour or two.
The hill people
lack the power to do harm.
We shall see about that, old man.
We'll see about that.
No. That's a recipe
for hot fudge sauce.
Oh, well, it'll have to be a goose--
fat and ugly.
Very fat, very ugly.
And from that, you see
what I could have done to you...
if I were a vengeful man.
You may leave me now.
Dear, let me see now.
The forest is not safe.
You'd best travel with us.
Me? Travel with you?
Do you know who I am?
I am Ergo the Magnificent.
Short in stature, tall in power...
narrow of purpose
and wide of vision.
And I do not travel with peasants
and beggars. Good-bye.
Wait! Wait for me!
I've just remembered.
-I've urgent business in this direction.
-What business?
Staying alive.
I will allow you to go
wherever you please within these walls.
For this is the palace
from which you will rule this world...
and countless others.
You cannot escape me.
You will be my queen.
You're no great chooser
of roads, old man.
This way will save us
half a day's travel.
Robbers.
They're men. We don't know yet
whether they're robbers.
Faces that ugly
can only belong to robbers.
Don't worry.
I'll turn them all into pigs.
You're surrounded by 1 00 men.
A hundred's not enough.
Well, what have we here?
A fighter.
Besides, you're short about 90 men.
Let's just kill them
and be done with it, Torquil.
Shut up, Rhun.
I don't kill men without good reason.
Nor do I,
and be thankful for it.
- You're escaped prisoners.
- Every one.
Thieves, bandits,
fighters and brawlers.
- Desperate men.
- Desperate as you'll ever see.
Good.
- Those are the kind of men I need.
- You need?
See, these men
follow no man but me.
And I follow no man at all.
- Would you follow a king?
- A king?
Many lunatics wandering the countryside
claiming to be kings, eh?
Would you follow a king
to the Black Fortress?
Now I know you're a lunatic.
I wouldn't follow me own father
to the Black Fortress.
- If he could find it.
- Not that he'd be foolish enough.
Is it foolish to defend your world and
to fight for your homes and families?
If the invaders conquer,
you'll be slaves with the rest of us.
Noble sentiments, but we fight
for profit, you know what I mean?
And the profit's freedom
and fame.
Freedom? But we have it.
Fame? It's an empty purse.
Count it, you're broke.
Eat it, go hungry.
Seek it and go mad.
That is true.
But this fame and this freedom
you could leave to your sons.
- How did you know I had sons?
- If the Slayers conquer Krull...
your sons will be enslaved forever.
I have no sons,
but I will go with you.
What?
The boy shames you all.
Only the king and the lord marshal
have the keys to these manacles.
You don't look like a lord marshal.
Look about the right age
to be Turold's son.
Exact age.
Torquil, you're growing old.
Your brain's