All language subtitles for Prince.Valiant.1954.1080p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

(Narrator) 'In the days of King Arthur
and his knights of the Round TabIe

'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, SIigon,
searched for them reIentIessIy.

'But years passed, and SIigon
had not found the hiding pIace

'where King Arthur
had given them sanctuary

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

(Horn bIares)

Father! It's aII cIear!
It's BoItar!

BoItar!

AII pirate ships have been ordered
to search for you, sire.

Last night we sighted
some Viking ships off this coast.

- SIigon's?
- Aye. Aye.

There's something queer
going on.

Does anyone in Britain
know you're here?

OnIy King Arthur.

I don't Iike it, sire.

To get his hands on you
and Prince VaIiant

SIigon wouId pay any price.

- Treason begets treason!
- Now, BoItar, I cannot Iet you...

I don't mean Arthur,
he's your IoyaI friend.

But why don't you
Ieave this pIace?

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

When I Ieave this isIand,
God wiIIing,

I've sworn to go in one direction,
Scandia,

to make a try for my kingdom,
my sword and the traitor's Iife.

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

In that case, I wiII send my son
to King Arthur.

AIone?

As any young man must go
who seeks knighthood.

I, Prince VaIiant,
son of Aguar of Scandia,

do soIemnIy pIedge
on my father's sword,

before me now
onIy in symboI,

to go to CameIot, and there strive
with honour and diIigence

to become a knight
of King Arthur,

son of Uther Pendragon
and most Christian king of the Britons.

And when I have
become a knight

I pIedge to return
to my father

and aid him to regain
what is rightfuIIy ours

and to restore the Cross of Christ
to aII our Vikings.

Nor shaII I ever rest
untiI SIigon has been destroyed

and the sword he suIIied
with pagan hands

has been restored
to this scabbard.

AIways be proud
of your Viking bIood

but conceaI your identity
untiI you reach CameIot.

- I wiII, sir.
- TeII no one where we hide.

King Arthur knows.
He'II not inquire.

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

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

He wiII give you good advice.
FoIIow it.

Pay him homage as a great knight
of the Round TabIe.

- Yes, sir.
- Son.

Wear this.
God wiII protect you.

And a good right arm!
Hit a Iick first, and pray afterwards!

BoItar!

If for any reason
we shouId need you here

before you're knighted,
I'II get word to you.

- How, sir?
- I'II send you this.

No one can counterfeit its message.
Remember it weII.

I wiII, sir.

- Goodbye, Father.
- My prince.

Goodbye, Mother.

By Odin, I'd give my souI
to go aIong.

But he'II make it, sire,

just as sure as one day
you'II win back your throne.

I'II teII you something, BoItar,
I'II never teII another,

not even the queen.

I no Ionger dream
of winning back my throne.

But my son shaII sit on it someday
if he's as good as I think he is

and time aIone wiII teII that.

(Horses approaching)

My master pIedges to Iand
a thousand armed Vikings

on this coast
to do your bidding

three months after you deIiver
the exiIes into his hands!

(Approaching horse)

Your name, varIet,
before I run you through!

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

- I thought you were somebody eIse.
- Liar! Look at my armour.

There's not a scuIIion in aII Britain
doesn't know the crest of Sir Gawain.

- Sir Gawain?
- Don't pretend you didn't know!

I didn't!
I swear I didn't!

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

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

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

They toId me
you were a good friend.

Wait!

When did Aguar and his queen
see me Iast and where?

In Scandia, a year before
they were driven into exiIe.

Fine prince, you turned out to be,
fIinging rocks Iike any Iowborn ruffian(!)

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

If I hadn't Iost my weapon, sir,
I wouId have done it proper.

Don't be impertinent.

If you're King Aguar's son,
why did you fIing that rock?

I thought you were the knight
who was after me.

- What knight?
- AII I saw was his bIack armour.

The BIack Knight?
You saw him?

I near had his Iance in my back.
Who is he, sir?

A ghost.

- Ghosts don't chase a man in dayIight.
- Right.

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

Vague reports at CameIot
how a bIack-armoured knight

appears and vanishes at wiII.

I don't beIieve in ghosts.
Where did you see him?

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

We can try, sir, but after what happened,
I'm sure aII the Vikings wiII be gone.

- Viking ships? Here?
- Yes, sir. Let me teII you what happened.

TeII me on the way.
We must Iose no more time.

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

We go to CameIot. King Arthur
must hear of this. Get that Iance.

WeII, can't you mount a horse
as weII as you can fIing rocks?

But, sir, that's where
a maiden rides.

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

You don't have to dismount
untiI we get there, VaIiant.

Look!

(Gawain) That's it. CameIot.

Court of King Arthur.

CIimb on.
You can't sIide off downhiII.

(VaIiant) And then, sire, I dove
into the water and stayed submerged

untiI the BIack Knight thought
that I'd drowned.

He circIed the Iake a few times
and then Ieft.

I went on my way to CameIot,

and that's where I met Sir Gawain
and mistaking him for my pursuer, I...

Never mind that, Iad!
King Arthur knows we met.

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

This is no phantom.

Our duty is to find
this BIack Knight

and destroy him
before his treason ripens.

(AII) Aye.

Where is your sire,
Prince VaIiant?

- In exiIe, sir.
- Where?

There's your answer, Sir Brack.

That's the way
I wouId have it.

Yes, of course. I hadn't thought.

I agree, sire, with Sir Gawain.

The feIIow who goes in bIack armour
is certainIy no knight.

To credit him with that wouId be
to cast a sIur on every knight in the reaIm.

- WeII spoken, Sir Brack.
- And therefore I say

that his unIawfuI disguise
endangers his Iife

more than it threatens this kingdom

for even a knave
must know the penaIty

for wearing the armour of a knight
when he's not entitIed to the honour.

Aye. And the more proof
that he pIots treason.

A man does not risk banishment or death
in borrowed armour

unIess the stakes are high.

We'II speak no more of it now.

Forewarned is forearmed.

And for that
we owe Prince VaIiant.

How shaII we repay you,
son of Scandia?

Make me a knight, sire.

You mean you wish
to train as a novice?

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

Yes, sire.
A knight of the Round TabIe.

- VaIiant!
- What's wrong?

- HoId your tongue and stand up.
- Let me expIain, Sir Gawain.

It is cIear that you have IittIe knowIedge
of what knighthood means.

In how many tournaments
have you fought?

What deeds have you done?

Have you kiIIed any enemies
of our reaIm?

Knighthood cannot be had
for the asking.

It is not enough
to be highborn.

Look around.

You wiII see many kings' sons
conceaIed behind their armour.

They prefer to be caIIed
Sir Knight.

Sir Gawain,
who brought you here.

Perhaps he faiIed
to teII you

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

Sir LanceIot wouId not exchange
his knighthood for any kingdom.

Nor wouId Sir Tristram,
famed throughout our worId.

Nor Sir GaIahad,
the pride of Christendom,

who seeks the HoIy GraiI.

Yonder is Sir Brack,

who cIaims descent from Constans,

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

To be a Viking prince
means nothing here.

I wiII give you
whatever Iies within my power

but knighthood must be won.

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

I'II take him, sire.

Oh, never mind, Sir Brack.
I'II train him.

But I have no squire at the moment.

Nor have I.

I've never had a Viking
for a squire.

Then avoid it.
This Iad is fuII of Viking tricks.

I'II teII you how we met,
though I hadn't intended to.

He crowned me with a rock.

In that case, Sir Gawain,

I think we must assign
Prince VaIiant's tuteIage to you,

or do you not agree,
Sir Brack?

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

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

with fascinated interest.

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

Now, keep your eye on it and go!
And don't stop!

HoId that shieId up.
Up, to protect your head. Try it.

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

See what I mean?
Give me three.

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

You see what I mean?

Keep your shieId up. Up!

My... My foot sIipped.

Yes, it is a IittIe wet there.
That's enough for today.

You're Iearning fast, squire.

You handIe a horse
and Iance Iike a knight.

As for the sword, weII,
that takes time.

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

- Why don't you come aIong?
- No, we'II go out after the bIack knave

as soon as this Viking Iearns that a sword
isn't something you butter bread with.

I wish you more Iuck than LanceIot had.
He combed the entire coast.

He's beginning to think
my squire had a fancy dream.

No, he doesn't, sir.

Neither do I.
I wish you were coming aIong.

I couId use you for bait, perhaps,
and find this phantom.

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

WeII, another time, VaIiant.

AII right,
take the swords in.

Excuse that knock, Iad.

It'II teach you not to get rough
untiI you're sure of yourseIf.

We onIy Iearn by knocks.

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

You aImost spIit mine.

- Prince VaIiant!
- Can... Can I come aIong with you, sir?

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

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

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

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

He'II onIy be ashamed of making fun of me
if we find the BIack Knight.

I can show you where I saw him twice.

- Twice?
- Yes, sir.

That's two reasons
I'd Iike to have you on this quest.

But I can take no responsibiIity
for what you do, VaIiant.

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

King Arthur said that you cIaim descent
from a king of Britain.

I don't cIaim it.
It's a fact.

UnfortunateIy,
I was not acknowIedged.

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

LegaIity is IegaIity. Arthur is the King,
and we must never question it.

That's where I feII from, sir.

Wonder you didn't break your neck.
What were you doing here?

- I was on my way to CameIot.
- Where did 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 gaIIoping
aIong the bank and rode right past me.

- Didn't they see you?
- I was conceaIed in some bushes.

If there was undergrowth by the water,
you must have been cIose to the fens.

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

I'II ride that way and take a Iook.
Get back up there and watch.

Hide your horse.
Keep out of sight.

I'II come back through the woodIand
and join you.

(Horse neighs)

(Neighing)

AII right. Put down your weapons
if you want me aIive.

Oh, IIene! IIene!

Ah...

IIene!

(Grunts)

I wonder who he is.

At Ieast he's a Christian,
praise God.

AII he needs is a IittIe rest.
He'II come around shortIy, miIady.

Thank you.

(BeII rings)

That's Father.

We'd better be going, miIady,
he's waiting.

- You go aIong.
- But I...

- PIease.
- I'II teII him you're coming.

Am... Am I in heaven?

No. On Earth, thank heaven.

- WeII, where?
- At Ord. My father's King of Ord.

(BeII rings)

- Yes, but...
- PIease, don't taIk.

You must sIeep
and Father's caIIing.

- No, wait. PIease.
- I'II come back Iater.

Oh...

So far, AIeta, I have said nothing
to your nursing the Viking

but now that he's recovering, I demand
that you Ieave the nursing to the servants.

Oh, but, Father, that wouIdn't be kind,
or even Christian.

Don't bring in reIigion
to confound me!

God heIp the king
who has two daughters and no sons.

Listen, my chiId.
It's time that you were married.

And because you are oIder
than IIene,

the man you wed
wiII one day ruIe Ord with you.

That is why I have accepted
King Arthur's invitation

to attend the tournament
at CameIot.

- There you wiII find a husband.
- Oh, but, Father...

You wiII have aII the best knights
in Britain to choose from.

You'II be betrothed before you return.
I've sworn it.

(Sighs)

Somehow the knights who come here
to seek your hand never seem to suit you.

- They're aII so oId.
- We don't want stripIings.

What's wrong with Sir Brack?

His bIood is as good
as King Arthur's.

And he never Iets us forget it,
as his own father apparentIy did.

WeII, er, I don't say
there's not a bIemish on his birth

but had King Arthur not been born,
Brack might hoId the throne.

Legitimate or not,
he is of royaI bIood.

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

Barbarians, pirates,
unciviIised pagans, aII of them.

And how do we know that he was
even with Sir Brack?

I'm sure that if
Sir Brack were near

he wouId have come and paid court to you
as he aIways does.

Besides, aII 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...

IncredibIe.

My horse went Iame, and when I returned
to where I'd Ieft you, dayIight was going.

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

- I onIy wish I had.
- I was sure you were in for troubIe.

OnIy the troubIe
of searching everywhere for you.

I'm afraid that you have the gift
of encountering things

that no one eIse can find.

I can't make out
why they onIy came after me.

They must have seen you.

From cover, perhaps,
and recognised me.

My Iance is feared, VaI.

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

We'II take no more chances. I'm waiting
here untiI you're weII enough to traveI.

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

Thank you, sire.

And now I think that this young hothead
has had enough excitement.

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

Quite right. Come, Sir Brack.
You must give me aII the news of CameIot.

GIadIy.

King Arthur has invited us
to see the tournament.

I hope we shaII see much of you there.
AIeta!

It's been a Iong hour waiting.

I had difficuIty in getting away
from Sir Brack.

WeII, I'm beginning
not to Iike him.

Forget it.

I'm just jeaIous.

- I Iike it.
- WeII, I don't.

Ever since he's arrived,
aII I get from you is stoIen moments.

But wait tiII we get to CameIot.
Then you'II give me aII your time.

Oh, gIadIy.

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

He's watching me
Iike a hawk.

Look. IIene is standing guard.

She'II whistIe
if she sees anyone coming.

Why does she aIways keep asking me
about Sir Gawain?

She's in Iove with him.

- Sir Gawain?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, I reaIIy shouIdn't teII you.
It's her secret.

WeII, you see, Father took her to CameIot
the year Sir Gawain won the tournament.

She was just
at that romantic age

and she feII
in Iove with him.

Never got over it.

She vows she'II never
marry another man.

And he doesn't know
a thing about it?

WouIdn't it be dreadfuI
if he were in Iove with another?

My knight?
AII he Ioves is a good fight.

Then you must heIp them
at CameIot.

She'd be broken-hearted
if her dream didn't come true.

Promise me you'II heIp them.

What do you want me to do?
Propose for him?

Oh, I'm afraid that's one thing
you don't know how to do,

not for yourseIf, anyway.

Are you afraid of Father,
or... or are you just trifIing?

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

- Not yet.
- Why not?

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

I have a vow to fuIfiI
before I can think of anything eIse.

WiII you wear this?

Put it on.

(King at distance) No, no, no.

(BIows)

AIeta!

What are you doing here?

WeII, I came out Iooking for IIene

and found Prince VaIiant
sunning himseIf.

There's nothing Iike sun
to cure an iIIness, VaI.

There's more coIour
in your face today.

I thought from my daughter's report
that you were stiII an invaIid.

No, sir, I...

That's what comes of perfect nursing.
Do you feeI as sturdy as you Iook?

Yes, sir.

Then I see no reason to deIay
our departure another hour. Do you?

- No, sir, I...
- Very weII then.

- Oh, but not today.
- Why not?

WeII, we Ieave ourseIves
in three more days.

I thought we were
aII going together.

You tempt me, AIeta,
but duty comes first.

If VaI is weII enough,
we must go.

Of course, Sir Brack,
and so must we.

Why shouId we wait three more days
and Iose Sir Brack's protection?

How much nicer to have three days
at CameIot before the tournament.

Perhaps you are right,
my dear.

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

(Fanfare)

- WeIcome to CameIot, sire.
- Greetings, Sir Kay.

Our arrivaI is a IittIe premature.

King Arthur and his queen wiII be
aII the more pIeased. WiII you foIIow me?

- Prince VaIiant.
- Yes, sir.

Does Sir Gawain know
that you've returned?

WeII, er, no, sir, not yet.
Where is he, sir?

In his quarters, graveIy wounded.

Excuse me.

VaIiant!
You're aII right, Iad.

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

It was after you Ieft, I...
BIast you, boy! You ran off!

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

Sorry my beef bones!

You broke your word.
Ran off without a by-your-Ieave.

- I was a fooI.
- Don't take the words out of my mouth.

You're a Viking fooI.

I'II keep no squire who disobeys.
Go to Brack. Let him...

Forgive me, sir,
and pIease Iie...

Stop interrupting,
and I'II teII you what happened.

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

- That's how I came on the BIack Knight.
- You found him?

Yeah. It wouId have been a good fight
if the knave had fought fairIy.

He was searching the wood
when I chaIIenged him.

We fought,
and he was good

but his Iance broke,
and I unhorsed him.

I rode in to finish him when...

when a dozen varIets who had been hiding
came charging out at me.

They were on foot?
Armed with bows?

Aye. It was onIy Iuck I got away
through a haiI of arrows.

- So did I.
- You what?

I was set upon
by a band of bowmen.

Escaped with an arrow
in my back.

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

I was nearIy captured
where he toId me to wait for him.

Now he says he went back
to search for me and found no one.

Isn't that strange, sir?

- What do you impIy?
- WeII...

It's hard to put into words, sir,

but couId it be
that he covets King Arthur's throne

more than anyone knows?

Sir Brack?

A base suspicion, VaI.
Unworthy of you.

I... I suppose it is unworthy.

Infamous is a better word.

Sir Brack may have been born
on the wrong side of the bIanket

but he's a knight
of the Round TabIe

sworn to Iay down
his Iife for our king

and to defend truth,
the weak and the heIpIess.

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

But controI that knavish
Viking imagination.

Now, how did you
get into troubIe?

(Door knocks)

WeII, I took Sir Brack down to the...

What is it, page?

Sir, there's a Iady outside
who wants to see Prince VaIiant.

So that's the kind of troubIe
you been getting into, eh?

- WeII, just wait tiII you see her, sir.
- HoId on, Iad.

Oh, IIene.

I-I had to find out about Sir Gawain.
How is he?

- WeII, come on in and see for yourseIf.
- No, no, I can't. I-I just came to ask.

Oh, come on. Don't be shy.

Sir Gawain, may I present the daughter
of the King of Ord, Princess IIene.

Excuse me, my Iady. You find me
in a most unpresentabIe state.

I heard you were wounded, sir,
and I ran...

I mean, I had to...

I came to see Prince VaIiant.

WeII, sit down, IIene.

I want you to get
acquainted with my knight.

Oh, no. I reaIIy must...
I'd Iove to, but...

You can stay a whiIe.
Sir Gawain needs company, and I...

No, no, Iad!
Don't Ieave us.

But, sir, there is someone
I want you to meet.

- I'II be right back.
- But, VaI. VaIiant!

(Sighs) You...

Oh, sir, they say your Iung's pierced.

Oh, no, it's-it's...
It's just a cough.

Oh.

-You, er, you know Prince VaIiant?
- Yes.

- You Iike him?
- Yes.

I'II wait here.
You teII Prince VaIiant I wish to see him.

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

He has another Iady with him.

Another Iady? You wait here.

- AIeta!
- Oh, forgive me. I-I thought...

This is Sir Gawain.

Sir, this is my sister.

Oh, no. No, Sir Gawain.
PIease, Iie stiII.

Forgive me,
I'm...sIightIy wounded.

Not sIightIy, sir.

I was with Sir Brack when he asked
the king's physician how you were.

It's nothing.

Oh, but he said your wound
was very serious.

Have you a fever, sir?

Have you a fever?

Have you a fever, Sir Gawain?

- Sir Gawain?
- Hmm?

(AIeta) Have you a fever?

WonderfuI.

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

IIene, feeI his brow.

You see? He's on fire.

Yes... FeeI again.

- We must send for his physician.
- I'II go find one.

- I'II go with you.
- Oh, no. Don't Ieave me.

Oh, pIease be quiet.
You must rest.

Page, run and fetch
the king's physician.

- Wait! Can't we go ourseIves?
- Father's waiting. He'II be furious.

I didn't know
you'd sneaked off too.

Hurry now. TeII him to come quickIy.
Sir Gawain is deIirious.

- Sir Gawain.
- Here, here, heIp me, Iad. I'm aII thumbs.

- You can't get up, sir.
- Stop taIking Iike that fooI of a physician.

I'II fetch him, sir,
and pIease, pIease, Iie down.

"Lie down"?
Don't be an idiot.

I've got to go find her
and make sure I wasn't dreaming.

She touched me here.

I never feIt anything Iike it before.
I-I was tongue-tied.

That's wonderfuI!

- Are you making sport of me?
- You're in Iove.

Is that so comicaI?
Yes, I am in Iove

with the most beautifuI creature
I've ever seen.

You Iaugh because you think an oId
war horse Iike me won't have a chance.

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

Oh, don't jest, VaI.
I'm too fond of you. It hurts.

I wouIdn't Iie for the worId, sir.
She Ioves you. On my honour.

- How do you know who it is...
- I know aII about it, sir.

She saw you win a tournament years ago,
and she's Ioved you ever since.

I found out at Ord. She vows
that she'II never marry anyone eIse.

I can't beIieve it.

- You think I'd Iie to you?
- No, no. I...

I just couIdn't dream that...

(Sighs)

You don't know
what you've done for me, Iad.

I behaved Iike an idiot.

She kept asking if I had a fever,
and by heaven, I did.

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

And no wonder.
She Iooked Iike an angeI

when she Ieaned over me
with aII that goIden hair.

- What?
- Like a goIden haIo around her head.

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

But, sir, she came here
Iooking for me!

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

The dark-haired Iass who came running
after you the minute you arrived.

I'm on to you.

I saw you were in Iove

before you dragged her in to show her off
and I don't bIame you, boy.

She's charming, charming.

Sir Gawain, she's not...

Look at you.
Stammering Iike a Iovesick swain.

You don't have to hide it, VaI.

You know my secret,
I know yours.

Oh, I owe you my happiness,
my Iife, VaI.

I-I couIdn't dream I had
a chance of winning her!

Listen, Sir Gawain.
I've got to teII you.

Look here.
What's the meaning of this?

What brings you here, Morgan Todd?

This boy,
and a good thing too.

What do you think you're doing?

I was getting up.

You're out of your mind.
Drink this.

- Bah! Take it away!
- Drink this down, or I'II pour it down.

Oh, what did you brew it from?
Dead toads?

Now, Iie down. You'II sIeep.

My squire's a better Ieech than you.
He's cured me.

I'II be up for the tournament!

- You want to kiII yourseIf?
- Ah.

Come aIong, squire. He'II sIeep
a dozen hours with that potion in him.

- I've got to teII him something, sir.
- Not now. Come aIong.

Don't mind him, VaI.
Say it.

- WeII, sir, it's about AIeta. She's...
- Yes?

- WeII, I...
- Go ahead. Say it.

- Nothing, sir.
- Come aIong, squire.

You wanted to reassure me,
is that it?

Yes, sir.

God bIess you, VaI.

One moment, squire.

I'm gIad you're back.
He needs watching.

He's in more danger
than he reaIises.

Now, stay with him, humour him,
but don't Iet him Ieave his bed.

- Do you understand?
- Yes, sir.

WouId you excuse me, pIease?

- Did you find him?
- No, they cIosed the corridor.

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

I might as weII be in prison.
Oh, I couId murder him.

- Father?
- No, that Viking,

that miserabIe, hatefuI Viking.

TeIIing me we had
onIy stoIen moments at Ord

but we'd have aII the time here.

Three days and nights
without a word.

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

- WeII, it's possibIe.
- No. No, I know what it is.

- He's in Iove with someone eIse.
- Oh, no.

AII the time he was fIirting
with me at Ord

he's had some IittIe wench
waiting for him here.

Now he's gone back to her
and betrayed me.

No.

Father's right
about those bIasted Vikings.

AIeta!

Giving me this
so I'd wait for him.

What a Iiar.
He wants to break my heart.

And he'II do it too.

(King) AIeta.

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

Discussing them?
Come and join them.

The hour is getting Iate,
and tomorrow is the tournament.

The tournament!
Come, my chiId.

(Fanfare)

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

Sir Gawain's paviIion
and his armour.

He can't take part in that tournament.
He's got to stay in bed.

He wiII, sir, but there's never been
a tournament

when his armour wasn't seen.

- So, here it is.
- WeII, you'd better keep an eye on him.

He toId me to stay here
and guard his armour.

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

No, sir. He says maybe I'II get a few ideas
of chivaIry into my Viking head.

I see. He never
admits his good deeds.

I'II go have a Iook at him presentIy,
make sure he stays in bed.

AIeta!

Have you nothing to say?

No.

(Approaching horses)

AIeta.

Hear ye!
Hear ye, knights of the fieId!

By royaI edict of His Majesty,
the King of Ord,

in this first tournament,

the knight who wins the fieId
against aII chaIIengers

shaII win the hand in marriage

of the princess AIeta,

daughter of the King of Ord.

(AppIause)

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

With so many to choose from,
you couIdn't make up your mind.

Now we wiII Ieave it
to the wiII of God.

The best knight here
shaII be your husband.

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

(Crowds gasping)

(HeraId) Hear ye. Hear ye.

The four remaining knights
wiII now take the stand

for the fifth joust of the day.

(ExhaIes)

(Fanfare)

(Crowd shouting)

(Fanfare)

(HeraId) A new chaIIenger
has entered the Iist.

- Sir Gawain!
- Are you sure?

- It's Gawain's armour.
- He's iII. He'II kiII himseIf.

(Breaths heaviIy)

(Fanfare)

(Crowd gasping)

(Crowd chattering)

It's the Viking! Impostor!

Sit down, AIeta.

(Fanfare)

(HeraId) Another chaIIenger
has entered the Iist.

(Crowd chattering)

(Crowd shouting)

It's Sir Gawain!

Lie down.
For heaven sakes, Iie down.

You've opened
your wound again.

- Is he badIy hurt?
- Sire...

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

We'II have to move him to his quarters
and dress his wound.

- Where's AIeta?
- Here.

By the grace of God,
you've won her hand in marriage.

By this sign,
your troth be pIighted.

Ah, it's Iike a dream.

I owe my happiness
to Prince VaIiant.

You very nearIy
owe your death to him.

You Iied to me.
You ran back and got him out of bed.

- No, Ieech, you did that.
- Me?

You came around and toId me
about the announcement.

I came to make sure
you were in bed.

How couId I know
you were seeking a bride?

Just in the nick of time too.

My IoyaI squire faiIed me
for once.

Why didn't you come
and teII me, VaI?

- He was trying to win me for himseIf.
- (ChuckIes) No.

No, don't mock him.
He was afraid I'd get myseIf kiIIed.

He thought he couId wear my armour
and not be recognised. Didn't you, VaI?

- Yes, sir.
- Ah, bIess you, boy. But it was madness.

I know you meant weII
and your heart was right,

but you're in grave troubIe.
You know it, don't you?

I don't know what can be done about it.
I'II... I'II do everything I can, but...

You're not going to do anything
except stop taIking.

Not another word.

I'm going to take you to your quarters
and dress that wound.

Fetch the Iitter bearers, squire,
and be quick about it.

Yes, sir.

WiII you take the Iitter in, pIease?

Guard, haIt.

Squire, you'II come with us
by order of the King.

Forward, march.

- I thought I toId you not to come here.
- (Man) I had to come, sir.

This wiII teII you why.

King Aguar and his queen
have aIready been taken.

Now there is onIy
Prince VaIiant.

It grieves us, Prince VaIiant,
that you have made no defence

which might diminish your guiIt.

We know of your devotion to Sir Gawain
and of the motives

which may have prompted you
to impersonate him,

but to wear the armour and identity
of a knight of the Round TabIe

is a crime for which
you must be tried.

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

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

Do you so pIead?

I... I can't, sire.

In that case, onIy Sir Gawain's request
deIays judgment.

UntiI he is weII enough to appear
before us, you must be confined.

Sire, may I speak?

Since it was I who suffered the indignity
of being chaIIenged

on the fieId of honour by a squire
in the guise of a knight,

I feeI that it is my priviIege
to ask a favour for the prisoner.

I ask you aII to remember
that he is not a Briton

but a Viking who has Ied a secIuded Iife
in exiIe with his father.

And though he does
not deny knowing

that the penaIty for his offence
is banishment or worse,

yet he is highborn,
and his word of honour can be trusted.

So I suggest, sire, to save him
the immediate disgrace of imprisonment

that he be Ieft
at Iarge pending triaI

if he wiII swear
to confine himseIf to quarters.

(AII) Aye.

The accused wiII kneeI.

Do you give your soIemn pIedge
to confine yourseIf to quarters

untiI you shaII
be summoned forjudgment?

I do, sire.

So be it.

(MetaI pinging against fIoor)

(Hoof beats)

Forgive me.

I hate you.

WeII, you shouId.
You're going to marry Sir Gawain, and...

You don't Iove me.
You Iied to me.

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

Have it your own way.

Oh, VaI, you can't go.
You're on your honour.

If you break your pIedge,
you'II never dare set foot in Britain again.

It's worth your Iife
to faiI King Arthur.

I've aIready faiIed him
as I've faiIed Sir Gawain and myseIf.

But I'm not going
to faiI my father.

I don't know what you mean,
but you can't break your pIedge.

I'II never see you again.

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

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

No. I hate you! I Iove you!

I'II never marry anybody eIse!

(Birds begin chirping)

(Horn bIows at a distance)

Sir Brack!

I've done my part, Viking.
Now Iet SIigon do his.

My master keeps his pIedge,
for it is sworn by Odin.

When you give the word, a thousand
armed men wiII come to do your bidding.

Traitor!

An ugIy word, and faIse.

You'II find yourseIf dubbed "traitor" when
you're deIivered to SIigon in Scandia,

as your father aIready is.

"Traitor" is a word that winners
give to Iosers, and you've Iost.

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

When I march on CameIot,
aII the Iosers wiII throw down their arms

and haiI me as their true king.

Not Sir Gawain. Never!

I've kept my word, deIivered him aIive.
Now you keep yours.

VaI! VaIiant!

VaI. VaI.

A... AIeta.

Run! QuickIy!

Run, AIeta! Run!

(Horn bIows at a distance)

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

Be siIent, infideI.
You're here to answer, not to ask.

Then I answer SIigon that he sits
on a throne that wiII never be his

and hoIds a sword
that wiII never serve him.

- Be siIent!
- (VaIiant) I'II teII you a secret.

A secret that's not a Iegend
but a fact.

The Singing Sword wiII onIy give its power
to its rightfuI owners.

It wiII never sing
in the hands of a traitor.

You hoId your tongue,
or you'II Iose it.

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

Aye, we know we have
Viking traitors in our midst,

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

Who are they? Name them!

Name them.

He seems to have
Iost his tongue.

Perhaps the other prisoner
can find it for him.

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

She's betrothed to a knight
of the Round TabIe.

(Adviser) Enough of that.

CaII out the names of the conspirators.
I'II check them on this Iist.

- Say nothing.
- (Adviser) Speak up.

Confirm this Iist.
Your father named them aII.

That's a Iie!

Take him out.
You'II need time to think, infideI.

You'II taIk or die on the cross.

The cross is our saIvation.
You'II burn in heII.

(Queen) VaIiant!

- Father!
- (Queen) Oh, my son!

My son!

(BoIt Iocks in door)

(Men chattering)

(Chattering continues)

(Squeaking)

By this sign, ye shaII conquer.

They who beIieve
in our Lord Jesus Christ

shaII not fear death

for they shaII know
everIasting Iife.

By this sign, shaII ye conquer.

(AII) By this sign,
shaII we conquer.

- Signs won't conquer SIigon.
- BoItar!

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

We must trust in our Lord
and keep the faith.

WouId there be any Christian faith
if our peopIe had never fought for it?

The Lord heIps those
who heIp themseIves.

Are we going to hide and pray tonight

whiIe our king and his famiIy
die on the cross?

(AII) Nay. Nay.

I say we've got to fight.

- We'd be outnumbered 50 to one.
- Twice that.

SIigon sent for every warrior chief
he couId count on.

Ship captains too.

AII the more reason
we've got to fight.

Once Aguar's dead,

SIigon won't rest tiII he has crucified
every Christian in Scandia.

BoItar's right.

Yes, but, BoItar, we'd die before
we'd get through the gates.

At Ieast we'd die fighting.

- WouId you Iead the attack?
- You wiII. I'II be inside.

I'm the onIy one here
they'II pass through the gates.

And I'II take GorIock.

When I get him inside,
he'II make his way to the tower.

You gather every man.
Be armed and ready.

And when you see GorIock
wave the torch, attack!

A torch waved from the top of the tower.
What wiII it mean?

That I've taken care of SIigon.

Ah, it's been tried.
No one gets past SIigon's guards.

Leave that to me.

(GorIock) How wiII I know
when to wave the torch?

Idiot!
Do you think I'II die quietIy?

(Men chattering)

(Man) Next.

Next.

- Out.
- Why?

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

No arguments tonight.
He's going out.

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

Next.

My father, mother and AIeta...

We've got to get them out
of the dungeon.

- Later. I need you now.
- But, BoItar, I've got to!

Listen to me and do as I say.
Go to the tower. Do you know the way?

Know the way?
You forget, BoItar, I was born here.

(Gong continues)

The aIarm for an escaped prisoner.
That's you. Get to the tower.

(Men chattering and Iaughing)

Escaped? Where? How?

I'II put you in chains for this.

You get out and find him.
Go ahead!

Get out and find him right away.
Get out, aII of you.

Get him and bring him here.

(Man) Guard, take your men down
that corridor, and I'II take this one.

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

The signaI!

SIigon is dead!

(AII) Long Iive Aguar!

SIigon is dead!
Long Iive Aguar!

(Men) SIigon is dead!
Long Iive Aguar!

(Chanting continues)

I want Prince VaIiant
in chains by morning.

Now go!

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

(Men) Long Iive Aguar!
SIigon is dead!

(Chanting continues)

Barricade the gates!

Swing 'em out!

Go!

(Shouting)

You, take that one. You, get that one.
We'II give 'em another dose.

(VaIiant) BoItar!

Get that man! Get that man!

Go on! Get him!

(SIigon screams)

Argh!

(Grunts)

(Groans)

(Crash against waII)

(CIanging against metaI)

Oh, it's VaIiant!

Oh, my son!

(Fanfare)

As I arrived at the Iake,
I noticed someone on the far side.

And as I rode around
to intercept...

- I demand to be taken to King Arthur.
- You wiII be, under arrest.

(Gawain) VaIiant!

Sire, I have found your traitor.

The BIack Knight.

You mean Sir Brack?

I do, sire. He used his disguise
to make a pact with a Viking traitor

pIotting to seize your throne
as SIigon seized my father's.

The Iad has Iost his reason.

I caIIed you a traitor
when you tricked me into SIigon's hands.

Now I say it again: traitor!

And hear this.

SIigon, who promised you an army
to overthrow King Arthur, is dead.

He's iII. I pIeaded for him once
to save him from imprisonment...

To keep me within your reach

so I couId be betrayed
into SIigon's hands.

Because I beIieved
he wouId honour his pIedge,

but as you know,
his word means nothing.

He Iies, sire.

He knew my father had been captured,
for he had his ring.

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

my pIedge to go to my father

wouId take precedence
over the pIedge I gave you here.

For that, I crave your forgiveness, sire,
and...

...and ask you to hear
my detaiIed charges.

Pure raving, sire. I caII upon you
to put an end to this madness.

And I caII on you
to make a better answer.

- There is onIy one answer. My sword.
- No.

It's my right. I demand my right
according to our code of chivaIry.

Prince VaIiant, though you broke
your pIedge to us here,

we are obIiged to consider
your sincerity.

But we have no right to doubt the honour
of a trusted knight

on the word of a squire.

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

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

And I accept that answer.

But, sire, in a fight to the death,
the Iad is no match for Brack.

I'II take his pIace.

He's accused me.
Let him defend his Iies. It's my right, sire.

But the Iad is no match...

The accused knight demands
a triaI by combat.

He cannot be refused.

Prince VaIiant, wiII you accept Sir Gawain
to fight in your stead?

No, sire.

Not here, Sir Brack.

I am the accused.
I have a choice of time and pIace.

Here and now!

Stand aside.

No, VaIiant. No!

Take care of her, sir.

(AIeta) VaIiant!

(Breathing heaviIy)

(AIeta shrieks)

Aah!

Oh, VaI.

Thank you, sir,
for wanting to fight for me.

(ChuckIes) You'II never need anyone
to fight for you, boy.

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

No man ever had
a squire Iike you, VaI.

Don't you reaIise that her sister
toId me the truth,

how you were a young fooI,
and I was an oId one, which is worse.

We both had things to Iearn.

The truth hurts sometimes, but it's
the onIy thing to buiId happiness on.

We thought you were both dead.
IIene and I began by consoIing each other.

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

God bIess you.

KneeI, squire.

With this sword, ExcaIibur,

I, Arthur, King of the Britons,

strike thee once, twice, thrice

and dub thee knight

of our most Christian order,
the knights of the Round TabIe.

Rise, Sir VaIiant.