Etain (also Étain, Étaín) can refer to:
Plot
Britain, A.D. 117. Quintus Dias, the sole survivor of a Pictish raid on a Roman frontier fort, marches north with General Virilus' legendary Ninth Legion, under orders to wipe the Picts from the face of the Earth and destroy their leader, Gorlacon.
Keywords: 2nd-century, ambush, ancient-rome, animal-attack, anti-hero, arm-wrestling, armor, army, army-base, arrow
Fight or die.
History is written in blood
[first lines]::Centurion Quintus Dias: [narrating] My name is Quintus Dias. I am a soldier of Rome, and this is neither the beginning nor the end of my story.
Centurion Quintus Dias: [narrating] In the chaos of battle, when the ground beneath your feet is a slurry of blood, puke, piss and the entrails of friends and enemies alike, it's easy to turn to the gods for salvation. But it's soldiers who do the fighting, and soldiers who do the dying, and the gods never get their feet wet.
Centurion Quintus Dias: I've never seen a general so beloved of his men.::Bothos: Well, in training he is our scholar, at feast he is our father, in the ranks he is our brother, and in battle he is the god, we pray, to save our souls.::Septus: Where did you read that?::Bothos: It's writ on the shithouse wall, sir.::Thax: Probably wrote it himself.::Septus: He's a ruthless, reckless bastard - and I'd die for him without hesitation.
Carlisle Messenger: I have a message for your general. Now, point me in his direction before I have you flogged.::General Titus Flavius Virilus: Who are you?::Carlisle Messenger: I'm the personal envoy of Governor Agricola.::General Titus Flavius Virilus: I suggest you get down off that horse and give me your message before I have you flogged!
Bothos: Quintus, what's she doing?::Brick: She's a Pict and a woman - two good reasons not to trust her.
[last lines]::Centurion Quintus Dias: My name is Quintus Dias. I'm a fugitive of Rome, and this is neither the beginning nor the end of my story.
[first lines]::Title Card: 117 AD / The Roman Empire stretched from the African desert to the Caspian sea. But its farthest, most untamed frontier was Northern Britain. / In this unforgiving land, the Roman army encountered fierce resistance from a people known as the Picts. / Using guerrilla tactics and the landscape to their advantage, they brought the invasion to a halt. / The stalemate has lasted almost 20 years. Now Rome has given orders to end the deadlock by any means necessary...
Arianne: [trying to fish downstream of Quintus as he urinates] Is that fer bait?::Centurion Quintus Dias: [startled] Where I come from it's considered rude to interrupt a man mid-flow.::Arianne: Where I come from it's considered only fair to warn a man when he's pissin' on his breakfast.
Centurion Quintus Dias: [narrating] When the Picts come after you, they never stop. They can run for hours, ride for days. They barely eat and rarely sleep. Etain, like the wolf, has learned to hunt from birth. It's part sense, part instinct. She can read the terrain, search for signs of passing, run her quarry to ground and close in for the kill. Now she hunts Romans. Now we are the prey.
Centurion Quintus Dias: [narrating] These men are the best I've ever seen. Am I worthy enough to lead them? My father taught me that, in life, duty and honor matter above all things: a man without his word is no better than a beast. I made a promise to a general to get his soldiers home. That is my task. That is my duty.
Langarian sare
Marian lo
Haidandehalo
Mandallo
Étaín will you seize the wind
Hold on
Fuamnach's anger piercing curse
Her rowan striking Étaín's soul
Fuamnach's jealousy burns and glows
Cast a spell on Midir's love
Butterfly purple fly can you seize the storm
Driven to sea
Seven years of misery
Invisible love will live
Butterfly purple fly seize the storms
Fill the air with music
Driven to sea
Seven years of misery
Invisible love lives on
Étaín will you break her curse
Seize the winds
Fuamnach's anger torturing storms
Turned the girl into a worm
Hold me
Hold me
Fly my butterfly precious bird
You fill his soul with magic
Driven to the rocks
Seven years of misery
Invisible love shall live
Fly my butterfly precious bird
You fill his soul with magic
You fill my soul with magic
Saw you ridin' across the plains in all your glory,
Maybe a thousand years ago, maybe a thousand years ago.
Should have taken you then as it was written in the story
From all your gold and silver chains, your splendid gold
and silver chains.
Chorus:
The sorrow's now among, the sorrow's now among
Among the very ones who tried so very hard
To move across the dream.
The sorrow's now among.
Now in a place where time collapsed I see a swan
Coming at me through the mist, coming at me through the
mist.
I call out to you, "Look around!" when suddenly it's gone
Like I always knew you would, like I always knew you
would.