TANCUYIX: I am undone, a fate deferred come due, as consequence of that dark day in which I slew my brother's son, and he mine. Here we met, this ancient grove of past kings to contest the kingship of kings again. Under the half moon we have bloody fought and in my blood I see what was unknown. Another brother's son, Morvan named, who, long known to me but always hidden, has now brought me to grim desolation. I am a king, a seer, and a wise man but I am no great and fearsome warrior. Champions I have had for battle, but now I am set against my Champ'on. I need not foresight to see this result. Oh Foresight! You failed to see the viper in my court, waiting for the prime moment to strike against my long and most just reign. He took my silver rings and gave great gifts in homage to my generosity. Yet, all the while, he turned the great houses against me so that today none would stand with the House of Tancuy 'gainst this upstart. MORVAN: Words, words, words, many of little value. I give you this time because, to a man, no time is more valuable than his last. You wear my crown, you sit on my throne, and command the ships that are mine by birthright. As they were my late great father's before me. TANCUYIX: Yours? His? I have as much proud claim to them. Who stood by brother's side when they were won? Who guided his raiders on moonless nights, who counselled him away from rash folly? I! MORVAN: Enough! Your are done, your claim ends now with you. TANCUYIX: Ha! At last! Such is the doom of our house. And all the sons of Briac: ruin and destruction at the hands of our blood kin. So it has been, so I have long witnessed, and so I now I prophesize to you. Long you hid under the name Mathilin. Protected from me by my past kin-strife, as I was blind to you, like how I made my dear brother blind for opposing me. But now you are Morvan, and now, sharing our life's blood across our many wounds, you rejoin our House and our grim demise. The House of Briac is its own dark Doom. Never forget: kin-strife runs fast in our blood, and in kin-strife our blood shall be last spilled. No foreign foe, no dark god, no fell beast, shall rival us for our own destruction. MORVAN: Witch! Sorcerer! What vile man pronounces doom, dying, upon his own house, his own line? You die without dignity, still clinging to your title and your spite. I deny you! Your prophecy is broken and undone. Your life I give you, but your crown I take. Depart from the Carnish Sea with great haste, never return to the lands you once ruled, this sad bargain I offer now to you. TANCUYIX: As I love my long life, even deposed, I shall take it. But my words still ring true. I make no prophecy that did not exist. MORVAN: Go! Begone! Find few loyal retainers to treat your wounds and ferry you beyond my ruled oceans and governed stone keeps. Before I rethink my merciful wisdom. EXEUNT TANCUY MORVANIX: And now I am finished. Avenged? Triumphed. Complete? Far from it. My work has just begun. Spoiler : A prophecy has been made, but not fulfilled. A beginning ends. Hear now: exiled king seeking a good home. To any potentate who will take him. House trained and far sighted, bad with children.