After breaking the alliance with Gorlois, Uther Pendragon and his men battle at the doorstep of Cornwall's castle. Uther is wielding the mighty Excalibur, a legendary sword that Merlin had received for him only days before from the Lady of the Lake. Amidst the battle, Uther catches sight of Igrayne, the Duchess of Cornwall, high in the castle. Upon seeing her, Uther convinces Merlin to use the Charm of Making on him, to make him appear as the Duke so he can fornicate with the duchess. Merlin grants the request, but only if Merlin can obtain what becomes of the affair. A few years later, Merlin returns to take the child as promised. Uther (now Duke of Cornwall), chases Merlin through the wood, trying to obtain back his heir to the throne. After a magical confrontation, Merlin kills Uther, whose last act was slamming Excalibur into stone. Merlin gives the child (Arthur) to a family nearby where he will be safe, knowing someday he will claim the sword.
The truce is broken and the battle rages on
The Duchess of Cornwall watches from the tower above
A lustful Uther catches sight of her in his thirst for blood
He wields The Sword in glorious might
Striking foe with cold delight
The mighty Merlin stands in shadow
Waiting silently beside the battle
Merlin! The time is now!
I must have her in this castle tonight!
Change the way she perceives me so I can leave this fight
And join her in the castle much to my delight
I will love the Duchess of Cornwall tonight.
I will grant your wish
On one condition
If a child is born
I will take it as my own
Run now Uther
Time will flee
Your wish is granted
Make haste to her side
Charm of death
Charm of Life
Thy omen of making"
The deed is done
I will have an heir
This kingdom I’ve won
And the duchess as share
The Duke is dead, I will never fall
Excalibur in hand, to slay all foes
I claim this land as my own
For many years, the kingdom lies in ruin
No one trusts the king, failed within
The day Arthur is born
Merlin appears to him once more
He takes the child and goes away
Uther tracks him down with a price to pay
Merlin’s magic severs through bone
As Uther’s sword falls in the stone
He who draws the sword from the stone, he shall be king.
I will take this child away, to somewhere safe
Arthur my child, you will claim this sword someday