Knights Of The Round Table
Knights Of The Round Table
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In the fallen of the old days,
that Rome must need to|withdraw her legions from England.
Then stood the realm in great darkness|and danger.
For every overlord held rule|in his own tar
and fought with fire|and sword against his fellow.
Then against these dark forces,
rose up a new a new force,
wherein flowered courtesy,|humanity and novel chivalry.
Your kinsman must have been here|before us.
He is still here.
I cry Morgan le Fay,|rightful queen of England,
and her Knight champion, Mordred,|lord of the lsles.
I cry Arthur Pendragon, duke of Gwen.
God keep you stepsister.
God spare you stepbrother.
Not in a wise made us meet here,
but we are here.
Do we meet as foes?
We meet as kinsmen
to put an end to bloodshed|and restore the throne
And which of us speaks as the king of|that throne.
He who is Uther Pendragon's son,|his high king of England.
I am the only issue,
born to Uther into wedlock.
No son was born to him by|his rightful queen.
Yet your father was sired a son.
Born in shame. His son nonetheless.
Morgan le Fay is the rightful heir.|And Mordred, the rightful king.
My lady, we are met here
so that he who is the rightful king|shall prove it.
What words are those carved upon|the stone?
I am the sword Excalibur.
Who so pulled me from this anvil is|the right wise born king of all England.
How do we know this is the sword|the legend spoke of?
And if it be the true sword,
Why did Merlin alone know|where it is hidden?
Because the king Uther Pendragon|revealed to me alone
the night before his death.
Then I shall take what is mine.
That is not the true sword.
It is the true sword.
It is witchcraft!|Let no man say otherwise.
Then we must summon the council|at the Ring of Stones
and to the chiefs of all the lands,|and they should decide, my lord.
They shall decide to hang thee by|the tree and all thy witchcraft within.
And though you are the unnatural brother|of this lady,
you too should hang beside him.
We shall meet again at the council of|the Ring of Stones.
King...of England. You are not.
What? Not yet.
You have still to prove it by deeds,|not words.
Return it to the anvil.
Alas, good Lancelot. This Arthur fellow|is as hollow as a broken promise.
This Arthur of yours must be a hundred|leads to the other side of
nowhere on a charge of made of nothing.
Others are real enough.
And man enough to ride as|we do in pursuit of glory.
Alas. Good Lancelot.
How far in the name of reason will you|chase this pompous, fancy knight.
To Arthur, to the world's end and beyond
We are there already.
Isle is the valley of death,|where the devil himself has plowed under
Not so good, Sir Lancelot.|I hear the sound of life.
Sweet music to my hungry ears.
Four men against one him.
Chivalry hide thy face.
Come Simon. We'll look for|something fiercer as a foe.
Sire, by your lead, my spirit is willing|but my stomach cries for quarter.
Eat then and join me later
to the ring of stones.
Shall we seek king Leograf at the ring|of stones?
Yes, but not his daughter.
Guinevere is here with me now, Merlin.|Here in my heart,
as she ever has been since the day|we met his children.
And as she always will be till the day|this heart no longer beats.
Kind words. And I shall make her queen|of all this island.
Queen of all England.|Oh harder to do than unheard deed.
Now from hereon this is Mordred's land.
I shall travel a different road to you.
Go by the towns and let me go through|the forest.
This is not as we have planned.|It is I've planned it now though.
If one of us is ambushed,
the other will live to confound Mordred|at the Ring of Stones.
Peace guarded that it be you.|Ride with him.
No. It is your breath Mordred seeks,|not mine.
Stay with your master.
Ride alone you shall not.
I'll go through the forest|and you shall take Venavier.
Or not of us move a step from here|till doomsday.
I see I have been pressed to a mule.
Go to the forest and godspeed be|with you.
You have been more of a father to me
of wisdom and strength than he|who sired me.
Without you I endure life.
With you I rejoice in it.
Which road does Arthur take?|Through the forest.
Sire, what about my reward?
You promise me enough gold|to silence me.
Was there never enough gold in Crisnum|to silence a traitor;
nevertheless, silence him.
Here we part company.
Bring me word from the Ring of Stones|when Arthur is dead.
Within an hour.
Mordred, where have you gone without me?
To the council of kings to the Ring of|Stones. I do not want you there.
Why not? Your wife might be in peril.
Where you go, there I go also.
Did I have to say as much in words?
Why are you late, sir knight?
Why, how late am l, my lady?
I've been waiting for you since dawn.
Alas, my lady. How will I shall know?
You should have known by magic.
It's very easy.
I made a wish in the pool for a knight|to come riding and carry me off.
And I am the knight. Of course you are.
May I ask my lady's name? Elaine.
Of what place? Of Optines.
Come nearer, perhaps you would like|to ride.
Where are you taking me?
To your home if you will tell me|where it is.
I told you who I was,
but you haven'told me who you are.
I'm Lancelot of the Lake.|King Banes'son of Benwick.
Where is Benwick?
In France. Then it must be near|from England.
I come in search of a great hero|called Arthur Pendragon.
What will you do when you find him?
Ride the wide world by his side.
What will you ride in search of?
Oh giants and unicorns. beyond England,
the sea of white bears and witch whales.
Beyond the sea, the happy islands,|where no one ever grows old.
Or so stare at the harbor and|they'll sing you a few songs.
Have you a lady? No.
Then I shall be your lady.
And one day you will come back and|take me to the happy islands.
What is it? Nothing that will harm you.
Come forward and declare thyselves.
Why do you seek me?
Why do you lie in hiding like a mane?
So it's a nest of mane.
Well good sirs, draw your swords|before my friends arrive.
5 to 1 is all that Arthur himself|can hope for.
Are you Arthur's man?
To the dead. Kill him.
The lists is open.|Who dare come in next?
Thanks my lady.
It's time to lead ole might.
I can take care of myself. Now stand off
Not while I live.
I yield. Dare fight. I yield.
Dare fight. Ambush!
What now? Now, my lady,|I could take you home for supper.
That meddler again.
Sire, I thank you for|the help I did not need.
Those are brave words, sire,|but hardly grateful.
You deny and you spoil my fight.
Why sire? Do you seek another?
Do you not owe me one?|Come pay your debts.
With broad swords if you wish.
Sir Lancelot, I'm hungry.
I'll be with you in the passing|of a minute.
Take care so that it will not be|a passing of a knight.
Sire, I have never met your like before.
In combat you have no peer.
I am Lancelot of the Lake.
By the fate of my body I must know|who you are.
I am Arthur Pendragon.
Why do you break a sword that serves you|with such might?
It struck you.
Then you shall have mine.
May it serve you half as well.
My lord. While I live,|I shall remember this hour.
By the ache of every bone,|I shall never forget it.
Stand and declare thyself, cowboy.|I am no cowboy, sire.
I am Percival of Optines.|I ride in search of my sister, Elaine.
A thousand pardons to yourself|and to your horse.
Yonder is the lady you seek,|I think.
Asleep and safe.
Percival. We've been searching|the countryside for you.
I've been in such a battle. A battle?
We fought five men. We?
This knight and l. This knight and you.
He and that other knight.|Sires, who are you?
I am Lancelot of Benwick
and this is Arthur Pendragon.
Arthur. Sire. My lord.
My lords. Let me be your man|to ride with.
Let me be your knight earl.
What heirs would you seek?|The holy grail, my lord.
Your ambition soars high for|such young wing.
Will you not help me to|prove myself worthy of it?
If all goes well with our cause,seek us|at Camelot, if there it should be war
seek us at the battlefield|and prove yourself in combat.
I shall my lord.
Goodbye, sir Lancelot.
I shall be awaiting you|when you return from happy islands.
Till then my lady, fare you well.
Happy islands? Where are they?
You should know my lord. Perhaps in|the heart. Do you not seek them to?
I know but one island,|and it is not a happy one.
My task is to make itself. Where is it?
We're standing upon it now.
It shall be happy, my lord.|We shall make itself.
We are not many people,|we are one people.
Bound together by the sea above us
and our enemies from without.
We do not have many causes,|we have one cause.
England which now stands in mortal peril
and we alone can save it. How
There must be an end to|all these strives among us,
to the burning and the killing.
You're not our judge, nor our leader.
Don't pretend to be our judge|and our leader.
Beware of this man, my lords.
He will only throw the king's fete|to crown himself.
I claim from no one that|is not rightfully mine.
Then from a man who|is not even rightfully born.
Let me speak
the true ruler of England is her law.
It is as old as these stones
which were raised to measure of the sun|and the motion of the stars.
Each one is balance by its neighbor
with all the cunning of|the nation's skill.
If each stone keeps in balance,
then all will stand forever.
So it is with England.
Let each man keep in balance|with his neighbor
and all our world stands still.
I am Mar, king of the Pits.
Does any man dare tell what I must do?
Not one man, nor a hundred,|nor a hundred thousand.
but the people of England.
The dark knight of their recklessness|crushed with hungry, fear and misery.
They cry out. Let there be peace.
He will lead only rebellion in the land|against his master.
You will make us serve the peasants|who were born to serve us.
Who is Arthur Pendragon
to speak such words to kings?
Which of you is a true king?
Mar, who comes from the broken wall|of Rome
with his painted pitch and burned land.
Mark and his cornice pirates
Brian and his slave race in|an unprotected coast.
There is no true king in all England
until this council names one|and obey him.
It is ordained that I shall be|the rightful king of England.
I will be king my lords.
With peace if I can.
By war if I must.
Neither I nor my friends lack bows|and spears.
And if the people lack goods|which you plunder,
they do not lack anger nor courage.
Let the traitor perish while his|treacherous is still black upon his lips
What will it be my lord, Camelot|or the battlefield?
To the battlefield.
We'll crown you king by Christmas.
Where are you going?
With your village left standing|by Mordred's men.
But if I have to starve to dead.
I'd choose to starve to|dead there better than here.
I love this horse like a brother.
I would kill him with my own hands
and you could eat his flesh|if it will give you
half the courage to the man|you are deserting.
Keep your horse.
What shall I give thee as|a Christmas gift, good Sir Louise?
Find words from a man whose pocket|is as empty as his wits.
Is this empty? The right Merry Christmas
And the right Merry Christmas to you,|Sir Galant.
The wind is as gentle as ever.
Better the beast, wolf. And Galant is|to festive for his mood.
I wish I were. I'm rusting faster|than my sword.
How is the knight? Time is frozen solid.
Why shouldn't we attack Mordred,|my lord?
When the first spring source set in.|Why not now?
No where we can find Mordred|in the weather, too.
This is not fighting I know.|It's a kind of creeping death.
Nevertheless, we are fighting.
And surely as if we were in the field.
This is the season of the year|when men give gifts
to those they hold esteem.
I esteem thee more than any other man.
Friend shall I be. Call me another.
This is a pledging to its brother|and brother.
Christ is born. He is born.
Does each man know the plan?
Each man is in his place,|and each man knows his orders.
Do they but obey them and|Mordred will never forget this day.
Mordred will not forget this day.
May he not live to.
May this be the sword|that beats him sweet farewell.
Is that all the strength|they can muster?
Old men. Lame boys.|The day is ours already.
England is ours already.
Death to Arthur.
Stand and behold. Arthur is dead.
The day is mine.
Arthur lives. The day is still ours.
Get drown. Get drown.
Get drown? I think they are in retreat.
Now for the kill. Pursue and slay!
Pursue and slay!
We have them. Perish them all|and dead for all.
Do you see my banner shame?
Strike the dragon banner bearer.
He has won his first, my lord.|He has done wonderfully.
Fine work, Percival.
And now for England.
Forward. Make them fall like apples|in a gale.
The day is ours.
Hail to Arthur, king of England.|Hail to Arthur, king of England!
My lords, do you accept Arthur Pendragon
as your king?
Then accept also his pardon.
Whereby he does absolve you all|from retribution.
So that to keep the peace of England.
in true penitence I do confess my wrongs|against King Arthur.
And beg live to serve him loyally|as his knight.
That live I freely give.
Sire, I request that the deeds of|this knight be put to banishment.
Would you have me break my word?
The war is over Lancelot, and I begin|my reign in peace and honor.
This man will destroy you.
Sire, must I stand and be rebuked|by this mongering knight.
I will give this satisfaction...
Stop! Stop Mordred.
Put up your swords.
Are you not an outlaw?
Cool your hot blood and keep your place.
Which is high enough,
but not above the good of the realm.
My lords, Arthur Pendragon will be|crowned king in the city of Camelot.
There also will he wed|the princess Guinevere.
Then shall you all assemble to|pay homage to him and to his queen.
So be it.
I am King Banes' son of Benwick
rebuked by you before this company.
While that man lives|I will not pay you homage.
Sing up Lancelot.
Where's that voice Lancelot with|thy heart and thy boot?
Let him be you rattlesnake .
Whose shields are these?|Ask who they were, sir knight?
Why. They all three slain.|Well, not slain. Would you say esquire?
Oh not certainly esquire,|but put to sad saw shame.
Our lord master stripped them of all.
Armor, horses and their lady.
And out they went on foot like penitence
What lady is this you speak of?
Why the lady under escort of the three nights.
Didn't you see there a way?
Then your master is a naive and a dog.
Then good sir knight by your leads,|we will throw dice for your horse now.
Wait for me here.
State your purpose.
You hold a lady against her will.|Perhaps, not against mine.
I beg you let her go free.
If you would free her that|would be simply done. Slay me first.
That sir knight shall be my pleasure.
I heed you fight fiercely.|If I slay you while you hit
then the lady's heart will melt|like butter in my hand.
You will be melting in another place,|sir knight.
But where is the lady?
Fine, the head of my shield seems|to accept me as champion.
There the lady stand.
My lady will you take me for|your champion?
Tell me first, sire. Who are you?|He who would be your champion.
And why do you champion my cause?
Because my lady I have seen many wonders|in my time,
but not in this world|as beautiful as you.
Sire, he is the... Brigette.
I take you for my champion, sir knight.
For the lady.
He's all bark and no dog, your highness.
He barks well enough.|Now let us see how he bites.
I cry porter.
You'll be crying porter, sir knight,
unless you swear to take the lady|wherever she decides to go.
And because you've dishonored|a good knight,
you shall give up your armor,
hang your shield besides the others|on that tree.
I swear it. I swear it.
Mean thy ways, sire.|There is some good in you.
And guard the lady well.
On my honor.
You are free my lady.
Where do you go from here?
To the wedding of King Arthur|and Princess Guinevere in Camelot.
Will you ride there with me?
I wish it could be so.|my lady, but it cannot.
Sir Adolf Pek Ok Yander will conduct|you there in safety.
Tell me, Sir Knight. Who are you?
Forgive me lady,|but there is shame upon my name.
I think that you've never done|a shameful thing,
nor ever will.
For that may God's mercy be forever|with you.
For God's mercy be forever be with you,|too.
Every knight in England must be here|today.
I wish Sir Lancelot were here.
You have set another apple cart?
If it need a hundred apple carts,
it would be a fair price of the sight|of his face again.
She ever grows more beautiful.
They are a match.
And if they are not,|they will make themselves.
Long live to King Arthur.|Long live to Queen Guinevere.
My lords, come forward
and to each his homage as|the ancient custom does degree.
My leader, it is said on this day of|great rejoicing
that any man may ask one favor.
And the King will grant it provided|that it be not against the realm.
That is true. And I will do it,|if it not be against the realm.
My master ask of you this honor
that he may be the first to|do you homage.
Who is your master?
Sir Lancelot of the Gate.|King Banes' son of Benwick.
Knight commander of the army of England.
I grant your request.
In my lead I am your man.|With my mouth and hands,
I swear to serve your cause|against all odds.
My lord, I fought Lancelot and live.
with my mouth and hands I swear|we shall not fight again.
Sire, forgive my discourtesy|at the Ring of Stones.
I rebuked you too sourly,|and I say it before this company.
Pay homage also to your queen.
Guinevere, this knight is my banner,|sword and shield.
This is the knight who came so swift|to my rescue.
Lancelot? But so late in my wedding.
Sir Lancelot, I thank you for the rescue|of my lady.
In gratitude I make you henceforth,|the queen's champion.
I shall ever be in your quarrel to|be your knight in right
or in wrong at the hazard of my body,
From this day forth to my death.
Be thou my champion in right or|in wrong.
You stand here in the presence|of your peers
to become knights of the round table.
Therefore,|each man shall say aloud this vow:
I will fear God. Honor the king,
and defend this realm with honor|and might.
With God's good grace,
I will hold myself true to|this fellowship of knights
In the name of each man here I vow|in God's name,
to do battle against all evil doers.
But never in any wrong cause|nor do any outrage.
I will defend the helpless|and protect all women,
and be merciful to all men.
I will honor my word,
and I will speak no treason nor slander.
I will be true in friendship|and faithful in love.
All this I do swear on the hilt|of my sword.
To all here, swear it likewise.
So be it. God, grant long life|to the table round.
So England was blessed with Peace.
For while Arthur and Lancelot|were united in friendship,
no forces of evil were strong enough|to prevail
against the chivalry of the round table.
Doom! Do my ear look like an apple?
It was Duke with his harp.|He did it on purpose to spoil my aim.
Well your aim is as far as his music.
With that bow go, Wayne.
We can grow new apples quicker|than we can grow new ears.
My new horse against yours.
I'll split that apple before you do.|I'll take it!
By your lead, my lady.
You're in a court now, not in a meadow.
This is my sister, Elaine.
Elaine? You may stand up. Thank you.
I beg you to make her a lady in waiting.
She refuses to stay home anymore.
Is that you would like?
You owe me a horse, sir knight.
Sir Lancelot of the Lake, my sister.|My lady.
Have you found the happy islands yet?
Happy islands, my lady?
Have you forgotten them as easy as|you have forgotten me?
By a thousand pardon my lady.|But how grown up you are.
You think so, too?
Everyone does except you.
Are you still making midsummer wishes?
No. That was the only one|I shall ever make.
Is your horse well? Barings? Yes.
He will remember you, and he will be|delighted to see you again, my lady.
When will I see him?
Do you presume that a knight of|the round table had nothing
better to do than to show you his horse?
When may I see Barings.|He was part of my wish.
You shall see him tomorrow, my lady.
Where have you seen that child before?
In the wood. In a midsummer's eve.
She made a wish in a pool for a knight|to come riding by and carry her off.
And did a knight come riding by|and carry her off?
Not while I was there.
Am I deceived, or do I sense a pair|of royal turtle doves?
What is that?
Oh, a coin. How beautiful.
Do you know what I think?
We should set a trap to|catch our turtle doves, my lord.
My lady, that is a new necklace|you're wearing this evening.
May I admire it? lf you wish?
An old coin, how curious and charming.
Only one who loves most deeply
gives such an unusual token to his lady.
I had not notice it. Why, my lord.|To give such a gift and not notice it,
when it is worn in your honor.
It was given to me by Sir Lancelot,|not the king.
By Lancelot. I wish that|I could charm you in such a gift, sire.
What must I do to deserve it?
By pleasing you with my dancing.|Will that be a beginning?
I'm already in your debt, my lady.
May I delight my lord, my lady?
Alas, my lady, you have come off worst.
But never mind. After this,
Sir Lancelot shall dance with you|for the rest of the evening.
I shall command it.
Well sire, now that we're alone.|What is the great secret?
A pleasant one I hope.
Not pleasant, and no longer,|unfortunately, a secret.
A delicate matter and yet|I must be bland.
The court is a very elegant place,|my lady.
And dubbed as so when you are queen|of it.
But its walls, not only have ears,|they have eyes. And they have lips.
No one is safe from them, my lady.
Not even the king himself. Not even you.
Are you trying to tell me that|I have enemies?
Everyone in the court has enemies.
If the queen could lie that|the men will believe,
it could break the round table|and destroy the kingdom.
What lie can they make of me?
One that would involve Lancelot.
Lancelot is my husband's friend.
And Mordred is your husband's enemy.
Does my husband know of this?|Not from my lips.
Then I shall tell him. No, my lady.|Why not?
If Arthur believed you|and banished Mordred,
I should no longer be able to keep|an eye on him which I do very well here
If he disbelieve you,
you would have done yourself great harm|in his trusting eyes.
And what of Lancelot in all of these?
It is Lancelot for whom I am concerned.
He is the torch which|Mordred would light up even.
This is horrible. It is life.
Lancelot is too vulnerable.
To be out of reach of this mischief,
he should be safely married. Married?
I am glad it is I who sit watching|your face at this moment
and not Morgan le Fay, my lady.
Do you suspect me, too? No, my lady.
But I'm just as artful as she|at weaving guilt out of the innocence,
Iet it be at the good of my cause.
That should be it.
It is not too cruel a sacrifice|for the throne he serves.
Why so silent, child?
I am trying to find the courage to|ask you a question, my lady.
Why it is so difficult? Because..
Is it about Sir Lancelot?
How did you know, my lady?
I guess. Now, ask me your question.
Does he love anyone, my lady?
He has never told me so.
Then there isn't anyone else.|No, no one.
Does he ever notice me and speak|about me?
I'm sure he does.
My lady, would he marry someone|who loves him as much as I do?
Even if he didn't love her very much.|Even he only loves her very little.
Would any woman be wise to marry a man|who do not love her, my child?
It could bring heartbreak with it.
My heart would only break if I thought|that I might never see him again.
Then you would marry him no matter|what the cost.
Oh yes, my lady. Yes.
Men, you seek yourself for some wind,
I'll wait for you down the river.
Elaine was speaking of you|as we rode here.
It does me great honor.
I come to know her very well.
I trust it pleases you.
Does she please you? Why yes. Why not?
How much does she please you?
Saving yourself, I would be her servant|before all others.
Lesson Sheba. Lesson.
Lancelot, there's something|I must tell you.
I know that you love me.
You would never tell me so,|but I know that you do.
While it was our secret
no harm and shame could come of it.
but it is no longer a secret.
And we have enemies.
Those enemies will be silent if...
you wed Elaine.
It is my wish that you do so,|for she loves you too.
All through the war Arthur would speak|of you.
I fought beside him shoulder to shoulder|but you are forever in his heart.
You must not be in mine too.
I will do as you bid me.
Well flown. Yes, he flew too well.
Sire, if it would please you, I will go|to the north as captain of the marches
You, Lancelot? Why?
There's good fighting in the north.
The Pigs are in revolt.|The Pigs are always in revolt.
Sire, you know me better|than any man living.
My sword has been idled for too long.|I'm sick for the sound of battle.
I understand my man.|You have my lead to go.
I will also ask the favor of the lady,|Elaine.
Will you go with me my lady, as my wife?
Yes, my lord.
Oh my lady. My child, our blessings be|with you both..
My lady, and the favor of my wife,|I will remain your champion
and carry your scarf and scroll|as I've always done,
and in honor.
God go with you.
How we shall miss him.
I'm missing him already.
Advance the banner!
Stand on! Lift! Stand on!
Which of us glean most as wonder|to see them depart?
Whichever of us has the tenderness heart
Good. Then, neither of us is gleaning.
Is there any sign of him?|A messenger or horse, maybe?
I feel my husband somewhere near us,|Dwain.
I wish I had your faith, my lady.
Then do not falter in your own, Dwain.
I tell myself, three months,|about a quarter of a year,
but already, I feel I've been gone|for three century.
They will come home safe. I can feel it.
They are very close to me.
I would even be closer to him|if he'd taken me instead of that harper
Would you see that Garette can watch|over my safety?
No, my lady.
He has no more sense of responsibility|than his own silly harp.
Dwain. My lady.
Never a sign of a foe.|Will we ever see a pig?
They are hiding somewhere like badgers.|Or dissolve in the highland mist.
Then they'll smother us to dead.
Form a ring!
Form a ring!
Old Burt. You must muster it..
My lord, I lasted my last blood.
Wasn't I such non crude a knight|after all.
You always be a good knight as|I have known.
My lady. My lady. Gently. Gently.
Oh Nanna, help me quickly.
My knight is here and I'm not ready|to greet him.
Told you not to flush yourself.|I'm not flushing.
I am well. Truly, I am well.|Now that he is here.
The Scottish mist has rusted|all his notes.
A lovely song, Garius.
But why such a sad one.
Right. Strike up a gay tune!
Will you dance, my lady? Yes.
Lancelot! Lancelot! Percival is here.|Percival! Percival!
Never with a face more welcome.
Never with a heart more cold and weary.
Come. Sit by the fire.|Bring me some wine. Yes, Sir.
What news? What news in the court?
You know more than l. We?
We knew nothing since we left there.
How long have you been gone|from Camelot? Maybe weeks.
Is everything all well with you?|I'm upon a quest, sire.
What do you seek?
The holy grail.
At Pentecost. When the round table meet.
Every night, the savior would sat|in his own place,
then suddenly we heard the crash and cry|of thunder. Louder and louder until
we thought the walls was tumbling|and would destroy us.
But then the tune had died and|the hall was filled with light.
A hundred times more clear than day
that no life could speak.
Then we heard music.
The skies were filled with joyful song.
A voice spoke. A voice?
It was the strangest thing.
But this is something|I do not even now understand. What?
Every night I heard the music|and saw the light.
I was the only one who heard the voice.
What did it say? He said...
Percival, my love. Who has come out of
worldly life into spiritual life.
Go forth. Seek the holy grail.|Blessed for it that
our Lord drunk from it|at the last stand supper.
When he died upon the cross for|all mankind, he held his precious blood
To the end of the faith and|what is eternal maybe renewed.
For in good time, the cup will return|to earth.
And there remain and that men may be|at peace with one another.
Blessed be God who lives and moves|in all things eternally.
The king granted me leave to go forth|upon my quest.
But in his heart, it saddens him to|see me go. First, Lancelot.
Now you, he said.
He is a lonely man.
You are twice welcome, my brother,|Percival.
Your coming has brought us|both great joy.
My lady, will you see him to his comfort|I will make my rounds with the guards
All the happiness in my world is here|with me now..
And mine has all renewed.
What is it?
Nothing, my lord.
Is loneliness nothing? I'm not lonely.
I think you are also.
Great task brings great demands|upon the situation,
and sometimes great ways.
I also must watch you walk with it.
None may follow you and be accountable.
I least of all.
You most of all.
My lord, I honor your performance.
I often wonder how you can bring justice|and rescue to your people.
At last. I have seen them.
By far with love far more understanding
Here are so many pretty queens than I
I love him also, Guinevere.
I did not know my sister could be|so happy.
Whoever has put his trust in you,|you would mahe happy.
Who knows better than l?
What I do not know is why I came
to be chosen for the holy quest,
instead of the choice of knight|that has been christened.
Every world I ever conquest,|I saw and achieved.
never have been beaten in a quarrel|whether right or wrong.
But in holy things I know I will fail
for the sins of my heart are not light.
And no power will make it pure again.
If there's a weight of sorrow|in your heart.
Let mine be half await.|I know there is no sin in your heart.
For my own would look black and lost.
There's no sin in you, Percival.|And you will find what you seek.
The voice who spoke to you is God's.
My lord, Lancelot.
Come. Sit by me.
I will tell you the dream I dreamt.
About our son.
You are certain it is to be a son,|are you?
I saw him. He was armed all in white.
Shield and spear of white.
And so is his horse.
He had your eyes, your smile.|And your bearing.
And yet, he was like no one save himself
There was a great light above.
I envy your such a dream.
You know, do you not?|That my dream will come true.
You always have.
You're always happy.
Why did you say that?
You never found your happy islands.
Strange that you should remember|that idle jest of mine above all others.
It was no idle jest.
These are my happy islands.
I don't want more than these for life.
You indeed been made so happy|by so little.
if I had all my life to live again.
It will have nothing different.
Do you understand, Lancelot.
I want you to remember that, always.
Is Mordred here? With King Mar.
What does Mordred so far knows?
Why have we been summoned here?
What have you come unless|you've guessed my purpose.
I shall have no parts & parcels against|Arthur until the country is divided
What will divide it quicker than|a clash between Lancelot and Arthur.
His head is full of wild nonsense.|Not wild or nonsense.
There is a frail link in Arthur's chain.
Lancelot is the queen's lover.
What else do you think I'm here,|my lords?
If Mar would have slew for peace,
I will do the rest.
I slew Lancelot for peace.
Once the war has end, what would keep
Lancelot from returning to|the court of Camelot.
Once at Camelot,
Lancelot and the queen|will betray themselves.
I put my oath upon it.
I caught Lancelot if he returns,
it's madness.|Wait, let me hear Mordred out.
I smell method in his mind.
Sire, I give thee royal greetings.
The border is now under such good rule|as you will have.
The Pigs under their leader Mar|have ensued for peace.
With Garius and Dwain, I sent my son,|Galahad.
For whom in giving him life, my lady,|his mother died.
Than hers, no heart is more constant|and gentle and more forgiving.
I pray you'll take him to send my son|to my father.
That he may have joy in his grandchild.
Be certain of our friendship
and grace the queen may know that|I am her true servant still
When should you return to the north?
As soon as you please, Sire.|I will give you letters to Lancelot.
And then you shall go.
Sire, Lancelot must come back,|he has been to long away.
Sire, it is too soon to send|for Lancelot.
Too soon, when the war is over?
Mar will be up in arms and back again|as soon as his back is turned.
Lancelot still serve England best|from the marches.
And would not come save by command,
therefore, command him not to come.
Let us leave with the child, my lady.
I shall speak with Merlin|on this matter later
when his tongue is not so sharp.
When his tongue is not so sharp.
I would if I had the old raven throat|between my fingers now.
Fingers lay bruises.
Merlin is old.
His death could easily look more natural
Make it so.
Merlin, I sent for you some hours ago.
Why did you not come to me?
Let's not quarrel about Lancelot.
If for real reasons be sound
I pledge to lead him in the north.
But let me request old retiring
If I shall be recalling...
I will have to ask you again.
Now, what do you say?
Ready! At ease!
Knights and ladies,
for as much as Sir Lancelot of|the Lake has kept the king's guard
on the northern marches well|and faithfully,
and he has now returned to court|as the king's desire,
I do proclaim in the king's name 12 days|of holiday,
with such tournaments, feasting,|dancing and merrymaking,
that shall be devised hereafter.
Plague take the tournament.
Why must I run the course
with every knight who wants to shout|for his lady?
So that every lady will shout for you.
Though neither of them would shout|for his ballads,
he will still sing to them one|after the other.
and he can sing them one after another.|Till they shout for him for mercy.
What's that, my lord? A lady's veil?
Is it in memory of the lady Elaine?
I need no scarf to remember her.
Why, my soul. Lancelot is wearing|a ladies veil on his arm.
A veil? But is he not still in mourning|for his wife?
I thank God some lady has called|his thoughts back.
Sire, my lady.
What is the most difficult art|in the world?
It is the Chevanae.
We'll call a dancer that will dance|around these stones,
without breaking one.
If you doubt me,
Iay your wagers on the number|he will break.
2. 7. 4. 7....
I wager he breaks none
Impossible. What will you wager? A kiss.
Is that the queen's new rival?
So far so good.
Take your wager.
Lady Vivian must best take care.|We are all a little jealous of her.
Are we not, my lady?
But madam who will tend to you?
I will tend to myself.
You're right, my lady.|The queen has gone to see Sir Lancelot.
The men are waiting and ready.|Fetch them to the east tar.
This time we shall not fail.
The king must prove absolute.
You must not be there|when they are taken.
Arthur must think that we are innocent|of this affair.
Then we will not fail.
Who is it?
My lady. Close the door.
What brought you here?
I must know what I've done that
you should hurt me?
You have come at this hour|to ask me that.
Where else can I ask you.|In the presence of the court,
so that you could shame me.
But it's high treason for you to|come here. You'll dishonor us both.
You cannot stay here, nor come to me,|nor speak to me
beyond my duty.
Is it a part of your duty to|humiliate me for all to see?
My lady, this is all in your mind,|I beg of you to return to your chamber.
Speak with me tomorrow|when no harm can come of it.
Why did you ignore me tonight?
Has your love for me turned to contempt?
Why? I must know why.
My lady, in only one thing|you have mistaken me,
I do not love you.
It is not in my nature to love and honor
Only in my nature to fight and sport|and eat, and to fight again.
Was it all a lie? Did you never love me?
What if I did. Nohing last forever.
Least of all, folly.
What are you saying?
Did you yourself not warn that Mordred
watches our every move?
Is he such as fool not to be watching us|this very moment?
Hoping it is you and not the lady Vivian|that I favor.
As for the lady, Vivian.|She and I are the feather.
We demands on one another are alike.|We do not commit high treason.
I beg you say no more.
I will not degrade myself|before you again.
Who is it?
They are waiting on the stairs.
And it was I who had too little faith.
It's too late for silence, Lancelot.|You're trapped at last.
Mordred's men. He and Morgan have been|waiting only for this moment.
We'll have your head on a pole|and your trouble, too.
You shouldn't come out in|your fancy suit and saddle smack.
Come out. Or we'll barrel down the door.
What is it? My sword.|Simon took my sword
to mend the scabbard.
If we're lost, all is lost.
King, kingdom. England.
if you withdraw and quit this place,|I swear and vow as knight
that I will answer to the king.
You shall to the king, and his queen|with you, in Mordred's presence.
Agraven. I will give myself up
and stand trial
if you will spare Lancelot. No.
Give ground, I'll unbar!
I had him.
All of them that have befallen|shall be accounted for to Arthur.
But never by you.
Sire, you heard proof spoken under oath
and without malice.
and the Queen Grace has sicken me|with that knight.
and without the knowledge of her husband.
Go unattented to the quarter of Sir Lancelot.
Sires,you shall give your voice each one|of you for or against if you choose.
You will bear in mind
if they are declare guilty the penalty|by law for high treason.
For the man, that his head be split from|his body. That his body be dismembered,
and his quarter shall be hang up on|the high ways
to the admonition of all traitors.
For the woman, that she be conveyed to|the public square
Let her be burned alive|before the people.
Sires give your voice,|whether guilty or not guilty.
Sir Toll. Guilty.
Sir Lionel. Not guilty.
Sir Rector. Guilty.
I heard a great lie in rode here and|without rest. Where is Lancelot?
I know not.
The king is here and the trial has all|but ended.
Therefore, it is found by true count|of voices
that Lancelot of the Lake and Guinevere|Queen,
are each of them guilty of high treason
against our sovereign lord, King Arthur.
I ask authority for men and arms,|sufficient enough
to take the traitor, Sir Lancelot.
Most noble king,|I give myself into your hands.
If it is a plea for mercy, you're coming|at an ill time, Sir Lancelot.
The verdict of high treason has already|been brought against you
and the queen, Grace.
Why is the queen not with you?
Because the queen has been|so greatly wrong, my leader,
so I will hold her in safety|until the wrong is righted.
Touching her loyalty and mine,|I will give full account.
First I must speak of friendship|from which
all else has sprang.
In the old days I rode in search|of a man and found him
and became his friend.
We fought side by side and|endured all things together.
And if a time we differ and fell out,
still I'll say that no two men living|were truer friends.
Then again riding forth, I met a woman
from that hour I loved her.
Her name is Guinevere, she's your queen.
My friend was your king.
It pleased her to make me her champion.
Therefore, I remained her servant and|no others, saving only the lady, my wife
to whose soul may God give her|gentle rest.
A man and a woman may love each other|all their lives
with no evil between them.
I dare say that such love is good for|by denial
and suffering, the heart is purified.
Be that as if may my leader that if any|knights save in your person will say
that the queen is not a true wife,
I will make it good upon his body.
My leader, this man is no longer free|of a battle.
He may only be condemned.
According to the law the penalty|for you and the queen
But by my authority, sovereign lord|of this realm,
neither the queen nor you shall die.
Punishment as shall be.
Therefore, I decree that Guinevere,|my queen that was
be conveyed to the convent of|the holy nuns of Amsbrey,
there to remain until the day of|her death.
Sir Lancelot, when this land was|in need and peril
you gave service at its cause that|it deserves rewarding by a headman's axe
Therefore, you shall be banished|from this realm of England.
Never in your lifetime to return.
The penalty is death.|The sentence is banishment.
Sire, I give you thanks for your grace|and mercy to the queen.
I will abide by this banishment|though it be
harsher than the losing of my life.
It is you who have taught us
that no one make sentences|that should be above the law.
Men and women, high and low, are alike|before the court of justice.
But you have twisted the law to|your private favor.
If you shield the living, who shall|avenge the dead, the outrage of murder
You have broken the oath taken|in this very hall.
My lords, sires.
The last words in this matter|has been spoken.
His last word in this matter|has not been spoken.
Do you challenge the authority|of the king?
King as so long we call him king.
Is the king in a man who shrinks|from justice when he cried the loudest?
Are there of knights among us|who believe that the truly
proud and strong should follow none|but he who is as strong as steel?
Is he a king of the man of straw?
Blind to save himself and his own grief|and sick in the soul.
How strong is Arthur without Lancelot?
A strong as a man in the thick of battle|who has his sword struck from his fist
A common pipe man could run him through.
At last did Mordrid succeed|in his intent.
The great bond was broken.
With the queen taken from all men's eyes|in sorrow and disgrace.
And Lancelot vanished from the land.
Evil days return to England.
You who command the opposing armies.
It is agreed that|while this parley last
that no knight shall draw his sword.
If any sword be drawn on either side
a trumpet shall sound|and dreadful war begin.
you asked for this truce.|What will you have to regain you?
Mordred, this carnage I seek to avert is|unlike the old wars
we fought against each other.
Once you lead out a plan against me,|enemies of England.
This time the entire Englishman|is against you because
you are the enemy.
If I must war against my people|and my knights
the stroke that strike them dead|is death to me.
The doom is yours, not mine.
None will emerge the victor|in this holocaust.
Friend will slay friend in this mist,|not knowing whom he slays.
Before us lies only the darkness of|utter destruction.
The end of chivalry.|The end of all our world.
In the name of God, I beg you to|fore swear this war.
Upon my terms!
What are they?
First, you should withdraw your armies|from all the lands in the west.
Second, that the lives and charter of|the people of the west
shall come under my domain.
Last, that the round table shall be|disbanded. Never to be reassembled.
These are not terms to offer equals,|these are terms to shame the banquish.
If I agreed these terms,
will you pledge to wage no further wars?
If I be not provoked.
I agree to the terms.
Let it be done in writing!
Master. My noble lord.
God forgive me I come too late.
What place is this? Chapel of the sword.
I'll return it where it came.
No longer bright. No longer glories.
Tarnished by my own hand. My lord.
You were right.
I should have destroyed him.
I won't be able to do it,|before he grows again in strength.
I will. My sword.
Stained and blooded my own people.
Cast it into the sea, Lancelot.
Swear it. I swear it.
Go to Guinevere.
I love and forgive her.
Friend shall I be.
Call me no other.
It's a pledging to his brother|and brother.
Wait at the hall of the round table|until I join you there.
Let me go with you. No.
What I must do, must be done alone.
I bring you sad tidings my lady.
The king is dead.
His message to you is brief, two words.
What were they?
Forgiveness and love.
To the death!
To the death.
What is it?
It was I who brought this fellowship|to ruin and to death.
My heart is too sick to pray.
Do you not hear it?
I hear nothing.
Almost blinds me.
But the hall is unchanged.
Percival my knight and servant.
This high vision is granted|to such above, pure in heart.
To the end of faith in|what is eternal may be renewed.
Of fellowship and honor, all is lost.
All of knights, Galahad,|the son of Lancelot,
shall be most worthy.
Give comfort there to Lancelot.
Whose guilt is all forgiven.|Whose heart shall now know peace.
Blessed be God who lives and moves|in all things forever.
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