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.
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.
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