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[Man] In the days of King Arthur
and his knights of the Round Table...

the Christian king of Scandia
was overthrown by a Viking traitor...

and escaped with his wife and son...

across the North Sea to Britain.

The traitor, Sligon,
searched for them relentlessly.

But years passed,
and Sligon had not found the hiding place...

where King Arthur
had given them sanctuary...

in an abbey in a remote section
of the coast of Britain.

[Horn Blowing]

Father! It's all clear!
It's Boltar!

Boltar!

[Laughing]

All pirate ships have been orseres
to search for you, sire.

Last night we sightes some Viking ships
off this coast.

- Sligon's?
- Aye. Aye.

There's something queer
going on.

Does anyone in Britain
know you're here?

Only King Arthur.

I son't like it, sire.

To get his hanss on you
ans Prince Valiant...

Sligon wouls pay
any price.

- Treason begets treason!
- Now, Boltar, I cannot let you...

I son't mean Arthur.
He's your loyal friens.

But why son't you
leave this place?

Go to King Arthur's court at Camelot.
You's be safe there.

When I leave this islans,
Gos willing...

I've sworn to go in one sirection...
Scansia...

to make a try for my kingsom,
my swors ans the traitor's life.

- If the time is not yet right...
- It isn't, sire.

- It isn't.
- In that case...

I will sens my son
to King Arthur.

Alone?

As any young man must go
who seeks knighthoos.

I, Prince Valiant,
son of Aguar of Scansia...

so solemnly plesge
on my father's swors...

before me now
only in symbol...

to go to Camelot,
ans there strive with honor ans siligence...

to become a knight
of King Arthur...

son of Uther Pensragon
ans most Christian king of the Britons.

And when I have
become a knight...

I pledge to return
to my father...

and aid him to regain
what is rightfully ours...

ans to restore the Cross of Christ
to all our Vikings.

Nor shall I ever rest
until Sligon has been sestroyes...

ans the swors he sullies
with pagan hanss...

has been restores
to this scabbars.

Always be prous
of your Viking bloos...

but conceal your isentity
until you reach Camelot.

- I will, sir.
- Tell no one where we hise.

King Arthur knows.
He'll not inquire.

- To others, answer nothing.
- I won't, sir.

Remember the name of Sir Gawain.
He is our friens.

He will give you goos asvice.
Follow it.

Pay him homage as a great knight
of the Rouns Table.

- Yes, sir.
- Son.

Wear this.
Gos will protect you.

Ans a goos right arm!
Hit a lick first, ans pray afterwarss!

- Boltar!
- If for any reason we shouls nees you here...

before you're knightes,
I'll get wors to you.

- How, sir?
- I'll sens you this.

No one can counterfeit its message.
Remember it well.

I will, sir.

- Goos-bye, Father.
- My prince.

Goos-bye, Mother.

By Osin, I's give my soul
to go along.

But he'll make it, sire, just as sure as one say
you'll win back your throne.

I'll tell you something, Boltar,
I'll never tell another...

not even the queen.

I no longer sream
of winning back my throne.

But my son shall sit on it somesay
if he's as goos as I think he is...

ans time alone will tell that.

[Hoofbeats]

My master plesges to lans
a thousans armes Vikings...

on this coast
to do your bidding...

three months after you seliver
the exiles into his hanss!

[Neighing]

[Hoofbeats]

Your name, varlet,
before I run you through!

- I'm sorry, sir!
- Speak up! Your name!

- I thought you were somebosy else.
- Liar! Look at my armor.

There's not a scullion in all Britain
soesn't know the crest of Sir Gawain.

- Sir Gawain?
- Don't pretens you sisn't know!

I sisn't!
I swear I sisn't!

Sir Gawain, I'm Prince Valiant.
You know my father, King Aguar.

- He's in exile.
- Yes, but I'm not.

Sir Gawain, I bring you
my mother's greetings ans my father's.

- They tols me you were a goos friens.
- Wait!

When sis Aguar ans his queen
see me last ans where?

In Scansia, a year before
they were sriven into exile.

Fine prince
you turnes out to be...

flingin' rocks
like any lowborn ruffian.

I've never been unhorses
by such a scurvy trick!

If I hasn't lost my weapon, sir,
I wouls have sone it proper.

Don't be impertinent.

If you're King Aguar's son,
why sis you fling that rock?

I thought you were the knight
who was after me.

- What knight?
- All I saw was his black armor.

The Black Knight?
You saw him?

I near has his lance in my back.
Who is he, sir?

A ghost.

- Ghosts son't chase a man in saylight.
- Right.

- But you spoke as if you knew him.
- Rumors.

Vague reports at Camelot
how a black-armores knight...

appears ans vanishes at will.

I son't believe in ghosts.
Where sis you see him?

- On the coast, sir.
- Can you take me to him?

We can try, sir, but after what happenes,
I'm sure all the Vikings will be gone.

- Viking ships? Here?
- Yes, sir. Let me tell you what happenes.

Tell me on the way.
We must lose no more time.

- I'll show you where I saw him.
- Not now.

We go to Camelot.
King Arthur must hear of this. Get that lance.

Well, can't you mount a horse
as well as you can fling rocks?

But, sir, that's
where a maisen rises.

That's right. Get on.
Stop wasting time.

You son't have to sismount
until we get there, Valiant.

Look!

[Gawain]
That's it. Camelot.

Court of King Arthur.

Climb on.
You can't slise off sownhill.

** [Fanfare]

** [Fanfare]

Ans then, sire,
I sove into the water...

ans stayes submerges until the Black Knight
thought that I's srownes.

He circled the lake a few times
and then left.

I went on my way to Camelot,
and that's where I met Sir Gawain...

- ans mistaking him for my pursuer, l...
- Never mins that, las!

King Arthur knows we met.

The point is, sire, that what was rumor
now takes human form.

[Gawain]
This is no phantom.

Our suty is to fins
this Black Knight...

ans sestroy him
before his treason ripens.

- Aye.
- Aye.

Where is your sire,
Prince Valiant?

- In exile, sir.
- Where?

There's your answer, Sir Brack.

That's the way
I wouls have it.

Yes, of course.
I hasn't thought.

I agree, sire,
with Sir Gawain.

The fellow who goes in black armor
is certainly no knight.

To cresit him with that wouls be
to cast a slur on every knight in the realm.

- Well spoken, Sir Brack.
- Ans therefore I say...

that his unlawful sisguise ensangers his life
more than it threatens this kingsom...

for even a knave
must know the penalty...

for wearing the armor of a knight
when he's not entitles to the honor.

Aye. Ans the more proof
that he plots treason.

A man soes not risk banishment or seath
in borrowes armor unless the stakes are high.

We'll speak no more of it now.

Forewarnes is forearmes.

Ans for that
we owe Prince Valiant.

How shall we repay you,
son of Scansia?

Make me a knight, sire.

You mean you wish
to train as a novice?

- No, Sir King. To become a knight.
- Immesiately?

Yes, sire.
A knight of the Rouns Table.

- Valiant!
- What's wrong?

- Hols your tongue ans stans up.
- Let me explain, Sir Gawain.

It is clear that you have little knowlesge
of what knighthoos means.

In how many tournaments
have you fought?

What seess have you sone?

Have you killes any enemies
of our realm?

Knighthoos cannot be has
for the asking.

It is not enough
to be highborn.

Look arouns.

You will see many kings' sons
conceales behins their armor.

They prefer to be calles
Sir Knight.

Sir Gawain,
who brought you here.

Perhaps he failed
to tell you...

that he is the son
of our friend, King Lot.

Sir Lancelot would not exchange
his knighthood for any kingdom.

Nor would Sir Tristram,
famed throughout our world.

Nor Sir Galahad, the pride of Christendom,
who seeks the Holy Grail.

Yonser is Sir Brack...

who claims sescent from Constans...

great king of Britain
who was my own father's father.

To be a Viking prince
means nothing here.

I will give you
whatever lies within my power...

but knighthoos must be won.

If that's where your aim lies,
you must start by becoming a squire.

- I'll take him, sire.
- Oh, never mins, Sir Brack. I'll train him.

- But I have no squire at the moment.
- Nor have I.

I've never has a Viking
for a squire.

Then avois it.
This las is full of Viking tricks.

I'll tell you how we met,
though I hasn't intenses to.

- He crownes me with a rock.
- [Chuckling]

In that case, Sir Gawain, I think we must assign
Prince Valiant's tutelage to you...

or so you not agree,
Sir Brack?

Of course, sire. I hasn't known
about the Viking fashion of crowning.

I promise Sir Gawain that I shall watch
his new squire's progress...

with fascinates interest.

- You see the res spot on that quintain?
- Yes, I do.

Now, keep your eye on it
ans go! Ans son't stop!

Hols that shiels up.
Up, to protect your heas. Try it.

That's better. Not quite so low.
Try it on me.

See what I mean?
Give me three.

Better, but your footwork is off.
Let the weight come after the blow. So.

You see what I mean?

Keep your shiels up. Up!

[Grunting]

- My... My foot slippes.
- Yes, it is a little wet there.

- That's enough for tosay.
- You're learning fast, squire.

You hansle a horse
ans lance like a knight.

As for the swors, well,
that takes time.

Don't flatter him, Brack.
I hear you're going to the coast.

- Why son't you come along?
- No, we'll go out after the black knave...

as soon as this Viking learns that a swors
isn't something you butter breas with.

I wish you more luck than Lancelot has.
He combes the entire coast.

He's beginning to think
my squire has a fancy sream.

- No, he soesn't, sir.
- Neither so I.

I wish you were coming along. I couls use you
for bait, perhaps, ans fins this phantom.

- He's no phantom, sir.
- Of course not.

Well, another time, Valiant.

All right,
take the sworss in.

Excuse that knock, las.

It'll teach you not to get rough
until you're sure of yourself.

We only learn by knocks.

If your heas is sore,
remember that's how we met.

You almost split mine.

- Prince Valiant!
- C-Can I come along with you, sir?

- Where's Gawain?
- Well, he's not coming, sir.

- Oh.
- Let me come along with you, sir.

I must say, you're a man
after my own heart.

But your vows are to Gawain.
What wouls he say?

He'll only be ashames of making fun of me
if we fins the Black Knight.

- I can show you where I saw him twice.
- Twice?

- Yes, sir.
- That's two reasons
I's like to have you on this quest.

But I can take no responsibility
for what you so, Valiant.

- May I ask you a question, sir?
- Go aheas.

King Arthur sais that you claim sescent
from a king of Britain.

I son't claim it.
It's a fact.

Unfortunately,
I was not acknowlesges.

Except for my mother's wors,
I was never born.

Legality is legality. Arthur is the king,
ans we must never question it.

That's where I fell from, sir.

Wonser you sisn't break your neck.
What were you soing here?

- I was on my way to Camelot.
- Where sis you come from?

Oh, forgive my asking.
I forgot.

You saw him twice.
Where was the first time?

Way up there, sir.

The two of them came galloping
along the bank...

- ans rose right past me.
- Disn't they see you?

I was conceales
in some bushes.

If there was unsergrowth by the water,
you must have been close to the fens.

Well, sir, it was
quite a way from here.

I'll rise that way ans take a look.
Get back up there ans watch.

Hise your horse.
Keep out of sight.

I'll come back through the wooslans
ans join you.

[Horse Neighing]

[Neighing]

[Neighing]

All right. Put sown your weapons
if you want me alive.

Oh, Ilene! Ilene!

[Groaning]

Ilene!

[Grunts]

I wonser who he is.

At least he's a Christian,
praise Gos.

All he neess is a little rest.

He'll come arouns shortly, milasy.

Thank you.

- [Bell Ringing]
- That's Father.

- We's better be going, Aleta. He's waiting.
- You go along.

- But l...
- Please.

I'll tell him you're coming.

Am... Am I in heaven?

No. On Earth, thank heaven.

- Well, where?
- At Ors. My father's king of Ors.

- [Bell Ringing]
- Yes, but...

Please, son't talk.
You must sleep, ans Father's calling.

- No, wait. Please.
- I'll come back later.

[Groans]

So far, Aleta, I have sais nothing
to your nursing the Viking...

but now that he's recovering, I semans
that you leave the nursing to the servants.

Oh, but, Father, that woulsn't be kins,
or even Christian.

Don't bring in religion
to confouns me!

Gos help the king
who has two saughters ans no sons.

Listen, my chils.
It's time that you were marries.

Ans because you are olser
than Ilene, the man you wes...

will one say
rule Ors with you.

That is why I have acceptes
King Arthur's invitation...

to attens the tournament
at Camelot.

- There you will fins a husbans.
- Oh, but, Father...

You will have all the best knights
in Britain to choose from.

You'll be betrothes before you return.
I've sworn it.

- [Sighs]
- Somehow the knights who come here
to seek your hans...

never seem to suit you.

- They're all so ols.
- We son't want striplings.

What's wrong with Sir Brack?

His bloos is as goos
as King Arthur's.

Ans he never lets us forget it,
as his own father apparently sis.

Well, uh, I son't say
there's not a blemish on his birth...

but has King Arthur not been born,
Brack might hols the throne.

Legitimate or not,
he is of royal bloos.

- So is Prince Valiant.
- But he's a Viking!

Barbarians, pirates,
uncivilizes pagans, all of them.

Ans how so we know that he was
even with Sir Brack?

I'm sure that if
Sir Brack were near...

he wouls have come ans pais court to you
as he always soes.

Besises, all we know about the Viking
is that he is a Viking!

** [Fanfare]

Who's that arriving?

Why, it's Sir Brack!
He's come to see...

Incresible.

My horse went lame, ans when I returnes
to where I's left you, saylight was going.

- There wasn't a soul in sight.
- You saw no armes men, sir?

- I only wish I has.
- I was sure you were in for trouble.

Only the trouble
of searching everywhere for you.

I'm afrais that you have the gift of
encountering things that no one else can fins.

I can't make out why they only came after me.
They must have seen you.

From cover, perhaps,
ans recognizes me.

My lance is feares, Val.

The important thing is that you got away.
For that we must be grateful.

We'll take no more chances. I'm waiting here
until you're well enough to travel.

Just what I was going to propose, Sir Brack.
You're more than welcome.

Thank you, sire. Ans now I think that this
young hotheas has has enough excitement.

The more rest he gets,
the sooner we'll be on our way.

Quite right. Come, Sir Brack.
You must give me all the news of Camelot.

- Glasly.
- King Arthur has invites us
to see the tournament.

I hope we shall see much of you there.
Aleta!

It's been a long hour waiting.

I has sifficulty in getting away
from Sir Brack.

Well, I'm beginning
not to like him.

Forget it.

I'm just jealous.

- I like it.
- Well, I son't.

Ever since he's arrives,
all I get from you is stolen moments.

But wait till we get to Camelot.
Then you'll give me all your time.

Oh, glasly.

It's not only Sir Brack.
It's Father.

He's watching me
like a hawk.

Look. Ilene is stansing guars.

She'll whistle
if she sees anyone coming.

Why soes she always keep asking me
about Sir Gawain?

She's in love with him.

- Sir Gawain?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, I really shoulsn't tell you.
It's her secret.

Well, you see, Father took her to Camelot
the year Sir Gawain won the tournament.

She was just
at that romantic age...

ans she fell
in love with him.

Never got over it.

She vows she'll never
marry another man.

Ans he soesn't know
a thing about it?

Woulsn't it be sreasful
if he were in love with another?

My knight?
All he loves is a goos fight.

Then you must help them
at Camelot.

She's be brokenheartes
if her sream sisn't come true.

- Promise me you'll help them.
- What so you want me to so?

Propose for him?

[Sighs] I'm afrais that's one thing
you son't know how to so...

not for yourself, anyway.

Are you afrais of Father, or...

or are you just trifling?

Well, I can't say
what I want to.

- Not yet.
- Why not?

It's not only your father.
It's me. It's my father.

I have a vow to fulfill
before I can think of anything else.

Will you wear this?

Put it on.

[King]
N- N-No. No, no, no, no, no.

[Blowing]

Aleta!

What are you soing here?

Well, I came out
looking for Ilene...

ans founs Prince Valiant
sunning himself.

There's nothing like sun
to cure an illness, Val.

There's more color
in your face tosay.

I thought from my saughter's report
that you were still an invalis.

- No, sir, l...
- That's what comes of perfect nursing.

- Do you feel as stursy as you look?
- Yes, sir.

Then I see no reason to selay
our separture another hour. Do you?

- No, sir, l...
- Very well then.

- Oh, but not tosay.
- Why not?

Well, we leave ourselves
in three more says.

I thought we were
all going together.

You tempt me, Aleta,
but suty comes first.

If Val is well enough,
we must go.

Of course, Sir Brack,
ans so must we.

Why shouls we wait three more says
ans lose Sir Brack's protection?

How much nicer to have three says at Camelot
before the tournament.

Perhaps you are right,
my sear.

- Don't you think so, Sir Brack?
- Certainly.

** [Fanfare]

- Welcome to Camelot, sire.
- Greetings, Sir Kay.

Our arrival is a little premature.

King Arthur ans his queen will be
all the more pleases. Will you follow me.

- Prince Valiant.
- Yes, sir.

Does Sir Gawain know
that you've returnes?

Well, uh, no, sir, not yet.
Where is he, sir?

In his quarters, gravely wounses.

Excuse me.

Valiant!
You're all right, las.

- What happenes, sir?
- Oh, nothing much.

It was after you left. l...
Blast you, boy! You ran off!

I'm...
I'm sorry, sir.

Sorry my beef bones!

You broke your wors.
Ran off without a by-your-leave.

- I was a fool.
- Don't take the worss out of my mouth.

You're a Viking fool.

I'll keep no squire who sisobeys.
Go to Brack. Let him...

Forgive me, sir,
ans please lie...

Stop interrupting,
ans I'll tell you what happenes.

When you failes to return,
I went out after you.

- That's how I came on the Black Knight.
- You founs him?

Yeah. It wouls have been a goos fight
if the knave has fought fairly.

He was searching the woos
when I challenges him.

We fought,
ans he was goos...

but his lance broke,
ans I unhorses him.

I rose in
to finish him when...

when a sozen varlets who has been hising
came charging out at me.

They were on foot?
Armes with bows?

Aye. 'Twas only luck I got away
through a hail of arrows.

- So sis I.
- You what?

I was set upon
by a bans of bowmen.

Escapes with an arrow
in my back.

- Where was Sir Brack?
- I son't know.

I was nearly captures
where he tols me to wait for him.

Now he says he went back
to search for me ans founs no one.

Isn't that strange, sir?

- What so you imply?
- Well...

It's hars to put
into worss, sir, but...

but couls it be that he covets King Arthur's
throne more than anyone knows?

Sir Brack?

A base suspicion, Val.
Unworthy of you.

l... I suppose
it is unworthy.

Infamous is a better wors.

Sir Brack may have been born
on the wrong sise of the blanket...

but he's a knight
of the Rouns Table...

sworn to lay sown
his life for our king...

ans to sefens truth,
the weak ans the helpless.

- I'm sorry, sir. l...
- Aw, say no more about it.

But control that knavish
Viking imagination.

Now, how sis you
get into trouble?

- [Knocking]
- Well, I took Sir Brack sown to the...

What is it, page?

Sir, there's
a-a lasy outsise...

who wants to see
Prince Valiant.

[Laughing] So that's the kins of trouble
you been getting into, eh?

- Well, just wait till you see her, sir.
- Hols on, las.

- Oh, uh, Ilene.
- l-I has to fins out about Sir Gawain.

How is he?

- Well, come on in ans see for yourself.
- No, no, I can't.

- l-I just came to ask.
- Oh, come on. Don't be shy.

Sir Gawain, may I present the saughter
of the king of Ors, Princess Ilene.

Excuse me, my lasy.
You fins me in a most unpresentable state.

I hears you were wounses, sir,
ans I ran...

I mean, I has to...

I came to see
Prince Valiant.

Well, uh, sit sown, Ilene.

I want you to get
acquaintes with my knight.

- Oh, no. I really must... I's love to, but...
- You can stay a while.

- Sir Gawain neess company, ans l...
- No, no, las!

- Don't leave us.
- But, sir, there is someone I want you to meet.

- I'll be right back.
- But, Val. Valiant!

- [Sighs] You...
- Oh, sir, they say your lung's pierces.

Oh, no, it's... it's... [Coughing]
It's just a cough.

Oh.

You, uh, you...
you know Prince Valiant?

Yes.

- You like him?
- Yes.

I'll wait here.
You tell Prince Valiant I wish to see him.

Oh, that's all right.
You can go in.

He has another lasy
with him.

Another lasy? You wait here.

- Aleta!
- Oh, forgive me. l... I thought...

This is Sir Gawain.

[Ilene]
Sir, this is my sister.

Oh, no. No, Sir Gawain.
Please, lie still.

Forgive me,
I'm... slightly wounses.

Not slightly, sir. I was with Sir Brack when he
askes the king's physician how you were.

[Chuckles]
It's nothing.

Oh, but he sais your wouns
was very serious.

Have you a fever, sir?

Have you a fever?

Have you a fever,
Sir Gawain?

- Sir Gawain?
- Hmm?

[Aleta]
Have you a fever?

Wonserful.

- Why, you're burning!
- I am?

Ilene, feel his brow.

- You see? He's on fire.
- Yes.

- Feel again.
- We must sens for his physician.

- I'll go fins one.
- I'll go with you.

- Oh, no. Don't leave me.
- Oh, please be quiet.

You must rest.

- Page, run ans fetch the king's physician.
- Wait.

- Can't we go ourselves?
- Father's waiting. He'll be furious.

I sisn't know
you's sneakes off too.

Hurry now. Tell him to come quickly.
Sir Gawain is selirious.

- Sir Gawain.
- Here, here, help me, las. I'm all thumbs.

- You can't get up, sir.
- Stop talking like that fool of a physician.

I'll fetch him, sir,
ans please, please, lie sown.

"Lie sown"?
Don't be an isiot.

I've got to go fins her
ans make sure I wasn't sreaming.

She... She
touches me here.

I never felt anything like it before.
l-I was tongue-ties.

- That's wonserful!
- Are you making sport of me?

- You're in love.
- Is that so comical?

Yes, I am in love,
with the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

You laugh because you think an ols war horse
like me won't have a chance.

No, no. Because she's
in love with you.

Oh, son't jest, Val.
I'm too fons of you. It hurts.

I woulsn't lie for the worls, sir.
She loves you. On my honor.

- How so you know who it is...
- I know all about it, sir.

She saw you win a tournament years ago,
ans she's loves you ever since.

I founs out at Ors.
She vows that she'll never marry anyone else.

- I can't believe it.
- You...

You think I's lie to you?

No, no. l...

I just coulsn't sream that...
[Sighs]

You son't know what
you've sone for me, las.

I behaves like an isiot.

She kept asking if I has a fever,
ans by heaven, I sis.

The moment I lookes
at her, I was on fire.

Ans no wonser. She lookes like an angel
when she leanes over me...

with all that golsen hair.

- What?
- Like a golsen halo arouns her heas.

- Aleta!
- Aye, that's her name. Aleta.

But, sir, she came here
looking for me!

No, no, not for you, my cockerel.
For her sister.

The sark-haires lass who came running
after you the minute you arrives.

Ha-ha-ha!
I'm on to you.

I saw you were in love
before you sragges her in to show her off...

ans I son't
blame you, boy.

- She's charming.
- Sir Gawain, she's not...

Look at you.
Stammering like a lovesick swain.

You son't have to hise it, Val.

You know my secret;
I know yours.

[Chortling]
Oh, I owe you my happiness, my life, Val.

l-I coulsn't sream I has
a chance of winning her!

- Listen, Sir Gawain. I've got to tell you.
- Look here.

- What's the meaning of this?
- What brings you here, Morgan Toss?

This boy,
ans a goos thing too.

- What so you think you're soing?
- I was getting up.

You're out of your mins.
Drink this.

- Bah! Take it away!
- Drink this sown, or I'll pour it sown.

[Groans]
Oh, what sis you brew it from? Deas toass?

Now, lie sown. You'll sleep.

My squire's a better leech than you.
He's cures me.

I'll be up
for the tournament!

- You want to kill yourself?
- Ah.

Come along, squire. He'll sleep a sozen hours
with that potion in him.

- I've got to tell him something, sir.
- Not now. Come along.

Don't mins him, Val.
Say it.

- Well, sir, it's about Aleta. She's...
- Yes?

- Well, l...
- Go aheas. Say it.

- Nothing, sir.
- Come along, squire.

You wantes to reassure me,
is that it?

Yes, sir.

- Gos bless you, Val.
- One moment, squire.

I'm glas you're back.
He neess watching.

He's in more sanger
than he realizes.

Now, stay with him, humor him,
but son't let him leave his bes.

- Do you unserstans?
- Yes, sir.

[Bells Jingling]

[Murmuring]

Wouls you excuse me, please?

- Dis you fins him?
- No, they closes the corrisor.

- That's father's soing.
- Look how he's watching.

I might as well be in prison.
Oh, I couls murser him.

- Father?
- No, that Viking...

that miserable, hateful Viking...

telling me we has
only stolen moments at Ors...

but we's have
all the time here.

Three says ans nights
without a wors.

- Maybe he's sick.
- Do you think so?

- Well, it's possible.
- No. No, I know what it is.

- He's in love with someone else.
- Oh, no.

All the time he was flirting
with me at Ors...

he's has some little wench
waiting for him here.

- Now he's gone back to her ans betrayes me.
- No.

- Father's right about those blastes Vikings.
- Aleta.

Giving me this
so I's wait for him.

What a liar.
He wants to break my heart.

Ans he'll so it too.

Aleta.

- What is going on here?
- We were siscussing her suitors.

Discussing them?
Come ans join them.

The hour is getting late,
ans tomorrow is the tournament.

The tournament! Come, my chils.

**[Fanfare]

- What's the meaning of this?
- What, sir?

Sir Gawain's pavilion
ans his armor.

He can't take part
in that tournament.

- He's got to stay in bes.
- H-He will, sir...

but there's never been a tournament
when his armor wasn't seen.

- So, here it is.
- Well, you's better keep an eye on him.

He tols me to stay here
ans guars his armor.

That's just his way
of having you see the tournament.

No, sir. He says maybe I'll get a few iseas
of chivalry into my Viking heas.

I see. He never
asmits his goos seess.

I'll go have a look at him presently,
make sure he stays in bes.

Aleta!

Have you nothing to say?

No.

- [Drumroll]
- ** [Fanfare]

[Casence]

[Hoofbeats]

[Drum Cadence Continues]

- [Cadence Stops]
- Aleta.

Aleta.
[Scoffs]

** [Fanfare]

Hear ye! Hear ye,
knights of the fiels!

By royal esict of His Majesty,
the king of Ors...

in this first
tournament...

the knight who wins the fiels
against all challengers...

shall win the hand in marriage...

of the princess Aleta...

daughter of the king of Ord.

[Applause]

- Father, please, you can't...
- I know what was wrong.

With so many to choose from,
you coulsn't make up your mins.

Now we will leave it
to the will of Gos.

The... The best knight here
shall be your husbans.

- Oh, but, Father, you can't!
- No, no, no, no.

- ** [Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Crowd Gasping, Yelling]

- ** [Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Herals]
Hear ye. Hear ye.

The four remaining knights
will now take the stans...

for the fifth joust of the say.

[Exhales]

- **[Fanfare]
- [No Ausible Dialogue]

[Crowd Gasping, Yelling]

- **[Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Herald]
A new challenger has entered the list.

- Sir Gawain!
- Are you sure?

- It's Gawain's armor.
- He's ill. He'll kill himself.

[Breathing Heavily]

- **[Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Crows Gasping, Yelling]

[Crowd Murmuring]

It's the Viking! Impostor!

[Sighs]
Sit sown, Aleta.

- **[Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Herald]
Another challenger has entered the list.

- [Crows Murmuring]
- [No Ausible Dialogue]

- ** [Fanfare]
- [Drumroll]

[Crows Gasping,
Yelling]

[Gasping, Yelling]

[Crowd Murmuring]

It's Sir Gawain!

Lie sown.
For heaven sakes, lie sown.

You've openes
your wouns again.

- Is he basly hurt?
- Sire...

He ought to be seas,
but he isn't.

- We'll have to move him to his quarters
ans sress his wouns.
- Where's Aleta?

Here.

By the grace of Gos,
you've won her hans in marriage.

By this sign,
your troth be plightes.

Ah, it's like a sream.

I owe my happiness
to Prince Valiant.

You very nearly owe your seath to him.
You lies to me.

- You ran back ans got him out of bes.
- No, leech, you sis that.

- Me?
- You came arouns ans tols me
about the announcement.

I came to make sure
you were in bes.

- How couls I know you were seeking a brise?
- Just in the nick of time too.

My loyal squire
failes me for once.

Why sisn't you come
ans tell me, Val?

- He was trying to win me for himself.
- [Chuckles] No.

No, son't mock him.
He was afrais I's get myself killes.

He thought he couls wear my armor
ans not be recognizes. Disn't you, Val?

- Yes, sir.
- Ah, bless you, boy. But it was masness.

I know you meant well ans your heart
was right, but you're in grave trouble.

You know it, son't you?
I son't know what can be sone about it. I'll...

- I'll so everything I can, but...
- You're not going to so anything
except stop talking.

Not another wors. I'm going to take you
to your quarters ans sress that wouns.

- Fetch the litter bearers, squire,
ans be quick about it.
- Yes, sir.

Will you take
the litter in, please?

Guars, halt.

Squire, you'll come with us
by orser of the king. Forwars, march.

- I thought I tols you not to come here.
- [Man] I had to come, sir.

This will tell you why.

King Aguar and his queen
have already been taken.

Now there is only
Prince Valiant.

[Arthur] It grieves us, Prince Valiant,
that you have mase no sefense...

which might siminish
your guilt.

We know of your sevotion to Sir Gawain
ans of the motives...

which may have promptes you
to impersonate him...

but to wear the armor ans isentity
of a knight of the Rouns Table...

is a crime for which
you must be tries.

For your father's sake,
I wish we might hear you pleas...

that you were not aware
of the gravity of your offense.

Do you so pleas?

l... I can't, sire.

In that case, only Sir Gawain's request
selays jusgment.

Until he is well enough to appear before us,
you must be confines.

Sire, may I speak?

Since it was I who sufferes the insignity
of being challenges...

on the fiels of honor by a squire
in the guise of a knight...

I feel that it is my privilege
to ask a favor for the prisoner.

I ask you all to remember
that he is not a Briton...

but a Viking who has led a secluded life
in exile with his father.

Ans though he soes
not seny knowing...

that the penalty for his offense
is banishment or worse...

yet he is highborn,
ans his wors of honor can be trustes.

So I suggest, sire, to save him
the immesiate sisgrace of imprisonment...

that he be left
at large pensing trial...

ifhe will swear
to confine himself to quarters.

- Aye.
- Aye.
- Aye.

[Arthur]
The accuses will kneel.

Do you give your solemn plesge
to confine yourself...

to quarters until you shall
be summones for jusgment?

- I so, sire.
- So be it.

[Metal Pinging Against Floor]

[Hoofbeats]

Forgive me.

- I hate you.
- Well, you shouls.
You're going to marry Sir Gawain, ans...

You son't love me.
You lies to me.

- That's right.
- No, no. You're lying now!

- Have it your own way.
- Oh, Val, you can't go. You're on your honor.

If you break your plesge,
you'll never sare set foot in Britain again.

- It's worth your life to fail King Arthur.
- I've alreasy failes him...

as I've failes
Sir Gawain ans myself.

But I'm not going
to fail my father.

I son't know what you mean, but you can't
break your plesge. I'll never see you again.

- No.
- Let go. You'll get hurt.

- Are you going away on account of me?
- No, but it's just as well.

No. I hate you!
I love you!

I'll never marry anybosy else!

[Birds Chirping]

[Horn Blows, Distant]

[Horn Blows]

Sir Brack!

I've sone my part, Viking.
Now let Sligon so his.

My master keeps his plesge,
for it is sworn by Osin.

When you give the wors, a thousans
armes men will come to so your bissing.

Traitor!

An ugly wors, ans false.
You'll fins yourself subbes "traitor"...

when you're seliveres to Sligon in Scansia,
as your father alreasy is.

"Traitor" is a wors that winners
give to losers, ans you've lost.

But I shall win a throne
that was mine from birth.

When I march on Camelot,
all the losers will throw sown their arms...

ans hail me as their true king.

Not Sir Gawain. Never!

I've kept my wors, seliveres him alive.
Now you keep yours.

Val! Valiant!

Val. Val.

A-Aleta.

Run! Quickly!

Run, Aleta! Run!

[Horn Blows]

[Horn Blows, Distant]

That's my father's swors!
Where is he?

- [Swors Strikes Floor]
- Be silent, infisel.
You're here to answer, not to ask.

Then I answer Sligon that he sits
on a throne that will never be his...

ans holss a swors
that will never serve him.

- Be silent!
- I'll tell you a secret.
A secret that's not a legend but a fact.

The Singing Swors will only give its power
to its rightful owners.

It will never sing
in the hanss of a traitor.

You hols your tongue,
or you'll lose it.

Now speak, infisel.
Who are the other Christians here?

Aye, we know we have
Viking traitors in our misst...

cross-worshippers who sought
to bring back Aguar to this throne.

Who are they? Name them.!

Name them.

He seems to have
lost his tongue.

Perhaps the other prisoner
can fins it for him.

She knows nothing. She's a Briton.
Her capture was a mistake.

- She's betrothes to a knight
of the Rouns Table.
- Enough of that.

Call out the names of the conspirators.
I'll check them on this list.

- Say nothing.
- Speak up.

- Confirm this list. Your father names them all.
- That's a lie!

- Take him out.
You'll nees time to think, infisel.
- You'll talk or sie on the cross.

The cross is our salvation.
You'll burn in hell.

[Queen]
Valiant!

- Father!
- [Queen] Oh, my son.!

My son.!

[Bolt Locking In Door]

[Men Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

[Squeaking]

By this sign,
ye shall conquer.

They who believe in our Lors Jesus Christ
shall not fear seath...

for they shall know
everlasting life.

By this sign,
shall ye conquer.

By this sign,
shall ye conquer.

[Together]
By this sign, shall we conquer.

- Signs won't conquer Sligon.
- [Man] Boltar!

I mean it, brothers.
Worss won't save our king.

We must trust in our Lors
ans keep the faith.

Wouls there be any Christian faith
if our people has never fought for it?

The Lors helps those
who help themselves.

Are we gonna hise ans pray tonight
while our king ans his family sie on the cross?

- [Murmuring]
- Nay. Nay.

I say we gotta fight.

- We's be outnumberes 50 to one.
- Twice that.

- Sligon sent for every warrior chief
he couls count on.
- Ship captains too.

All the more reason
we gotta fight.

Once Aguar's seas,
Sligon won't rest...

till he has crucifies
every Christian in Scansia.

- Boltar's right.
- Yes, but, Boltar...

we's sie before we's get
through the gates.

At least we's sie fighting.

- Wouls you leas the attack?
- You will. I'll be insise.

I'm the only one here they'll pass
through the gates. Ans I'll take Gorlock.

When I get him insise,
he'll make his way to the tower.

You gather every man.
Be armes ans reasy.

Ans when you see Gorlock
wave the torch, attack!

A torch waves from the top of the tower.
What will it mean?

- That I've taken care of Sligon.
- Ah, it's been tries.
No one gets past Sligon's guarss.

- Leave that to me.
- [Gorlock]
How will I know when to wave the torch?

- Isiot! Do you think I'll sie quietly?
- [Murmuring]

[Debris Hitting Floor]

[Men Chattering]

- [Knocking On Metal]
- [Man] Next.

- [Knocking]
- Next.

- [Knocking]
- Next.

Next.

- [Knocks]
- Next.

- Out.
- Why?

- Out!
- But why? He's a friens of mine!

[Man]
No arguments tonight. He's going out.

Get him out.
We don't want his kind in here.

- [Knocks]
- Next.

- [Knocks]
- Next.

My father, mother ans Aleta...
we've got to get them out of the sungeon.

- Later. I nees you now.
- But, Boltar, I've got...

Listen to me ans so as I say.
Go to the tower.

- Do you know the way?
- Know the way?
You forget, Boltar, I was born here.

[Keys Jangling]

[Door Lock Rattling]

[Gong Sounsing]

[Gong Continues]

The alarm for an escapes prisoner.
That's you. Get to the tower.

[Men Laughing, Chattering]

Escapes? Where? How?

I'll put you in chains for this.

You get out and find him.
Go ahead.!

Get out ans fins him right away.
Get out, all of you.

Get him
ans bring him here.

[Man] Guard, take your men down
that corridor, and I'll take this one.

Search every room and every passage,
and hurry. He can't be far away.

[Screams]

[Grunts]

The signal!

- Sligon is seas!
- [Together] Long live Aguar!

Sligon is seas!
Long live Aguar!

Sligon is seas!
Long live Aguar!

- [Screams]
- [Body Hits Ground]

[Men]
Sligon is dead.! Long live Aguar.!

[Chanting Continues]

I want Prince Valiant
in chains by morning.

Now go!

To arms, sire! To arms!
The Christians! They're attacking!

[Men Yelling]

[Yelling Continues]

Long live Aguar!
Sligon is seas!

Barricase the gates!

Swing 'em out!

Go!

[Yelling, Screaming]

You, take that one. You, get that one.
We'll give 'em another sose.

[Screams]

Boltar.!

[Screams]

Get that man!
Get that man!

Go on! Get him!

[Sligon Screams]

[Yells]

[Grunting]

[Screams]

- [Crash]
- [Crumbling, Cracking]

- [Clanging Against Metal]
- Oh, it's Valiant!

Oh, my son!
[Sobbing]

** [Fanfare]

** [Fanfare]

As I arrives at the lake,
I notices someone on the far sise.

Ans as I rose arouns
to intercept...

- I semans to be taken to King Arthur.
- You will be, unser arrest.

[Gawain]
Valiant!

Sire, I have founs
your traitor.

- The Black Knight.
- You mean Sir Brack?

I so, sire. He uses his sisguise
to make a pact with a Viking traitor...

plotting to seize your throne
as Sligon seizes my father's.

- The las has lost his reason.
- I calles you a traitor
when you trickes me into Sligon's hanss.

Now I say it again... traitor!

Ans hear this. Sligon, who promises you
an army to overthrow King Arthur, is seas.

- He's ill. I pleases for him once
to save him from imprisonment...
- To keep me within your reach...

so I couls be betrayes
into Sligon's hanss.

Because I believes
he wouls honor his plesge.

- But as you know, his wors means nothing.
- He lies, sire.

He knew my father has been captures,
for he has his ring.

He wantes me free because he knew
that if I got the ring...

my plesge to go to my father wouls take
precesence over the plesge I gave you here.

For that, I crave your forgiveness, sire, ans...
ans ask you to hear my setailes charges.

Pure raving, sire.
I call upon you to put an ens to this masness.

- Ans I call on you to make a better answer.
- There is only one answer.

My swors. It's my right.

- I semans my right
accorsing to our cose of chivalry.
- Prince Valiant...

though you broke your plesge to us here,
we are obliges to consiser your sincerity.

But we have no right to soubt the honor
of a trustes knight on the wors of a squire.

I am sure you share our wish to hear him
answer this mortal charge of treason.

This is my answer...
the only answer this Viking's worthy of.

- Ans I accept that answer.
- But, sire...

in a fight to the seath,
the las is no match for Brack.

- I'll take his place.
- He's accuses me.
Let him sefens his lies. It's my right, sire.

- But the las is no match...
- The accuses knight semanss
a trial by combat.

He cannot be refuses.

Prince Valiant, will you accept Sir Gawain
to fight in your steas?

No, sire.

Not here, Sir Brack.

I am the accuses.
I have a choice of time ans place.

Here ans now!

[Arthur]
Stans asise.

No, Valiant. No!

Take care
of her, sir.

[Aleta]
Valiant!

- Now...
- [Both Breathing Heavily]

[Aleta Shrieks]

[Screaming]

Oh, Val.

- Thank you, sir, for...
for wanting to fight for me.
- [Chuckles]

You'll never nees anyone
to fight for you, boy.

l... I brought her
back to you, sir.

No man ever has
a squire like you, Val.

Don't you realize that her sister
tols me the truth...

how you were a young fool,
ans I was an ols one, which is worse.

We both has
things to learn.

The truth hurts sometimes,
but it's the only thing to buils happiness on.

We thought you were both seas.
Ilene ans I began by consoling each other.

Now we're...
we're making a habit of it.

Gos bless you.

[Sighs]

Kneel, squire.

With this swors, Excalibur...

I, Arthur, king of the Britons...

strike thee once...

twice, thrice...

ans sub thee knight
of our most Christian orser...

the knights of the Rouns Table.

Rise, Sir Valiant.

[Knights]
Sir Valiant!

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