man.
We'll see about that!
No, that's a recipe for hot fudge sauce.
lt'll have to be a goose.
Fat and ugly.
Very fat. Very ugly.
From that, you see what l could've done
to you if l were a vengeful man.
You may leave me now.
Dear, dear. Let me see now....
The forest is not safe.
You'd best travel with us!
Me, travel with you?
Do you know who l am?
No.
l am Ergo the Magnificent.
Short in stature, tall in power...
...narrow of purpose and wide of vision.
And l do not travel with peasants
and beggars. Goodbye.
Wait! Wait for me!
l've just remembered
l have urgent business in this direction.
What business?
Staying alive.
l 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
could only belong to robbers.
Don't worry. l'll turn them all into pigs.
You're surrounded by 100 men!
100 is not enough!
What have we here? A fighter!
Besides, you're short about 90 men.
Let's just kill them and be done with it.
Soft, Rhun! l don't kill men
without good reason.
Nor do l. And be thankful for it.
You're escaped prisoners.
Every one. Slaves, bandits,
fighters and brawlers.
Desperate men.
-As desperate as you'll ever see.
-Good.
Those are the kind of men l need.
You need?
Well, see, these men
follow no man but me...
...and l follow no man at all.
-Would you follow a king?
-A king?
There are many lunatics wandering
through the country claiming to be kings.
Would you follow a king
to the Black Fortress?
Now l know you're a lunatic.
l wouldn't follow my own father
to the Black Fortress.
-lf he could find it!
-He wouldn't be so foolish.
ls it foolish to defend your world?
To fight for your homes and families?
lf the invaders conuer,
you'll be slaves with the rest of us.
Noble sentiments, but we fight for profit.
-You know what l mean?
-The profit's freedom. And fame.
Freedom? But we have it.
And fame, it's an empty purse.
Count it, go 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 l had sons?
lf the Slayers conuer Krull,
your sons will be enslaved forever.
l have no sons, but l will go with you.
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.
-No.
You look about the right age
to be Turold's son.
The exact age.
Toruil, you're growing old.
Your brain's softening.
Nine men like you are worth an army.
lf we succeed, unlock them.
Otherwise, l'll die with them.
Well, you heard him! We're now an army!
An unpaid army.
You got a problem, Rhun?
Can't a man even talk to himself
without being interrupted?
Let's go!
-Come along!
-Nennog! Move!
Gooseberries!
Ergo!
Ynyr, help!
Horrible! There was
a terrible creature over there.
And over there,
a creature with only one eye.
-One eye?
-A Cyclops.
He was aiming a spear straight at me.
Had it been so, you would now be dead.
He was aiming at a Slayer...
...for they have ancient hatred
between them.
Long ago, his ancestors lived
in a world far from Krull.
And had...
...two eyes like other men.
Then they made a bargain with the Beast
who is the leader of the Slayers.
They gave up one of their eyes
in exchange for the power...
...to see into the future.
But they were cheated.
For the only future
they are permitted to see...
...is the time of their own death.
They're sad, solitary creatures,
born to know...
...the day they will die.
Today would have been my day,
if it hadn't been for him.
Up you go.
We three will go on.
The rest will remain here.
We four will go on. l'm