i want no other crown and no other bed than those i have.
look, here is your father. it was just a dream, little one.
when did it happen? where?
it can't be. he came to me, to his bed, last night.
his spirit?
tintagel castle falls to uther. but what shall become of me, and the child i bear?
a boy, sir. rest yourself.
she is just a child -
go now. come back later.
the night he died, a man loved me with great fierceness. he looked like my husband, spoke like, smelled like, felt like my own husband. but it was not he, for he was already dead. it wasn't his spirit, for this child, who was conceived that night, is flesh and blood. i know nothing more.
no--
uther, is it true? don't let him take the child.
it was you? you came to me that night. you are the father.
why?.  why must he have the baby?