[brand music plays]
[bright whimsical music begins]
[musician playing mandolin ]
[birds chirping]
[horse snorting]
[soldier unveiling sword]
- Sir Mordred, how dare you approach
the Queen in this threatening manner?
- Queen Guinevere will not be harmed.
I come simply to invite her to my castle.
- To invite the Queen at
sword's point is treason.
- Let us not waste words.
The fact is that I take her now by force.
- You will be hanged as a traitor.
- Traitor or not, I would be stupid
if I didn't take advantage
of the situation,
especially as I find her undefended.
- She is not undefended.
- You cannot fight, Sir Lionel.
Not without armor, and
not even a proper whip.
[scuffle ensues]
[Sir Lionel falls]
- My lady, I cannot stand the horror
of this treatment to my Queen.
Margaret must be mad.
- Enough.
No more, I order you.
My cause cannot be aided
now by further bloodshed.
Take care of Sir Lionel.
TAGUEWIN, get word to Camelot.
[birds continue chirping]
- And tell Arthur, if he wishes
to see his Queen back
safely, come to my castle.
[dark suspenseful music begins]
[horses galloping]
- Good morning, Sir Lancelot.
- Greetings, Leonides.
- Do you return to Camelot
after a successful mission?
Good, good.
And to prove your
prowess, you have brought
this dreadful Knight, whom you vanquished
in long and bloody
battle back as a hostage.
- Is he foolish in the head?
- Not entirely foolish,
but passing foolish.
- This young man helped
me to raise the siege.
I'm taking him back to
Camelot for training.
Leonides here is a hermit, Brian.
A wise man.
- Passing wise.
[horse galloping]
- The lady Guinevere captured,
taken to Sir Mordred's castle.
I must of Camelot, to tell King Arthur!
[suspenseful music continues]
- Mordred's castle?
- That's right up into the ford,
then north through the woods!
[bright dramatic music]
- I don't understand it.
Sir Lancelot looked
desperate, almost frightened.
- He is desperate and frightened.
- But I've already seen him
rescue a lady in distress.
He does it just like that.
- But this lady in distress is the Queen,
Queen Guinevere, and
Lancelot is her champion.
- Oh.
- Furthermore, Mordred's Castle is one
of the most impregnable in the land.
I hope Lancelot gets there
before the Queen disappears
behind those walls.
- Sounds like Sir Lancelot
might be needing me.
I'll follow him.
- You go to Camelot, son, and wait.
Lancelot has enough on
his hands at this moment,
without worrying about a small boy.
- Small boy?
I'm Sir Lancelot's squire.
[bright regal music playing]
[bright upbeat music begins]
[creek babbling]
[horses feet splashing in water]
[dark serious music playing]
[footsteps falling]
[cart approaching]
- Halt.
- Whoa!
What a strange sight, a knight on foot?
- My horse went lame.
I'm a Knight of the Roundtable.
- Ah, good to hear that.
I'm loyal to King Arthur myself.
- Good.
We must hurry, the
Queen has been abducted.
- The Queen?
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup.
[serious suspenseful music resumes]
[horse hooves clopping]
[cart wheels rolling]
[music turns ominous]
We're too late.
- Old man, you said you were
a friend of King Arthur's.
- So I did, and I meant it.
- Then you're a fortunate fellow.
- How so?
- 'Cause now you've got
a chance to prove it.
[upbeat curious music playing]
[cart wheels rolling]
- What have you got there, provisions?
- Aye.
- Right, hurry up then.
[bright regal music playing]
[gate closing]
- Good day.
[bright music continues]
- You there!
- Good day.
- You, halt!
- You're not the usual
carter, who are you?
- I'm the carter's son, sir.
Carter Zill, he sent me in his place.
- A carter, eh?
Seize that man! Close the gates.
- Since when did a carter wear chain mail?
He's a Knight, sire.
From the Roundtable, unless I'm mistaken.
- You are not mistaken. I am Sir Lancelot.
- Is this your champion?
Come in a cart, like a village Claude.
Cut the fool down.
- Can we not hold him for ransom, Sire?
- Yes, he might be
worth 50 pieces of gold.
k*ll him and have done with it.
- Stop.
- They are perfectly right, Mordred.
A knight in the dungeon
is worth two in the grave.
- Very well, throw him in the dungeons.
[footsteps recede]
Really Father, how you can worry
about the ransom of one wretched Knight
when we are playing for the whole kingdom.
- My son, we must not allow
the vision of the great prize
to blind us to the smaller
rewards that come our way.
[suspenseful music resumes]
- Guard.
[Sir Mordred closing door]
[footsteps recede]
[music turns suddenly brash]
[sword fight ensues]
[fighters grunting]
[ominous music continues]
[soldier closes door]
[bright regal music resumes]
[music turns soft and melodic]
- Hello.
You're a sad looking fellow.
Do you belong to the castle?
- No, but everything I own's inside it.
They've got my horse and cart in there
and they won't even lease it to me.
- That's too bad.
Tell me, do you happen to
have seen a Knight pass by?
- Ah, don't talk to me about Knights.
It was the Knight I drove here in my cart
that-
- You drove a knight here?
Was his name Lancelot?
- That's right, he was walking
to yon castle, so I give him a lift.
How was I to know he was
faster at talking than walking?
- What do you mean?
- Why he talked me into
letting him wear my clothes
so he could get into the castle.
I haven't seen horse,
cart, nor knight since.
- Look, will you let me try and get
your horse and cart back for for you?
- Let you try?
Why, if you can do that, I'll pay you.
- Oh no, you won't have to pay anything.
- Bless you for a good, kind boy.
- Thank you, sir.
And perhaps I'll be lucky as well.
- [Supervisor] Come along,
get them inside now.
We'll soon be under siege.
- I brought game bird
from Martin at the deli.
- Well fetch them over and stay inside.
- Well why do you say that?
- Because this siege may
happen at any minute.
And if it does, you'll be safer inside.
- May I help you? They look heavy.
- Well I carried them from the village.
- All the more reason
why you must be tired.
A dainty, slander maiden like you.
- Such words, can't you wait
'till your beard is grown?
- And where do you
think you are going boy?
- I'm helping the lass, Sir Knight.
- I'm no Knight, don't you know anything?
- Not much, your Lordship.
All I know is that we'll all starve
if I don't earn something.
My poor, sick mother, my little
sisters, one a tiny baby.
- And how much do you suppose
you're gonna earn in there,
apart from a good cuff on the ear?
- Well, I thought the cook
might give me something for my trouble.
You don't know what it is
to hear a hungry baby cry.
- Oh, don't I?
I've had nine of them.
All right, on your go.
And don't get into any mischief.
[upbeat regal music playing]
- Enemy approaching!
Siege the guard, close the gates.
Knights, stand your posts.
[triangle sounding]
[overlapping chaos and clatter]
- [Indistinct], I will
lead you to the dungeon.
This way, come on.
[bright regal music continues]
- Sir Mordred, show yourself!
And listen to the orders of your King.
- I'm here, as is my father, King Pell.
We are honored by this
visit from King Arthur
and most anxious to hear
his words of greeting.
- Unless you deliver
me my Queen immediately
and unharmed, at dawn I
att*ck with 1,000 men.
And I pledge by my sword that no one
responsible for this
outrage will be spared.
- If you att*ck cousin Arthur, you will
never again see your Queen alive.
- My son speaks crudely, Sire.
This matter can be settled
on a diplomatic level,
without bloodshed, we offer terms
which we think will prove acceptable.
- We grant you a temporary truce.
Come out and state your terms.
[footsteps falling on stairs]
- Aye now.
Who are you? What are you doing here, eh?
You don't belong to this castle.
- No, but they said everybody, no matter
what he was doing, had to man the walls.
The castle's besieged.
- Besieged?
- Yes, but they won't miss you.
You can pretend you didn't hear.
I won't tell on you if
you won't tell on me.
- Don't you think I'm a
miserable little cad like you?
Now listen, you'll stay
here and watch the dungeon
and I'll go where I'm most needed.
- Is watching the dungeons dangerous?
- No, you just have to sit here,
proper job for the likes of you.
- Thanks, bless you, kind sir.
- Nicely done, lad.
- Sir Lancelot.
- Good boy, fetch one of those pikes.
See if you can work it into the door.
I'll push from this side.
[soldier playing bugle]
- What are your terms?
- We have prepared a treaty for
your signature, King Arthur.
- It cedes to Sir Mordred and myself,
and all our heirs after
us, sovereign rights
to the land of North Umbria.
- In other words, the
Queen for North Umbria,
North Umbria for the Queen.
These traitors are a subtle
as Mediterranean pirates.
- I cannot betray the people
of North Umbria to tyrants.
- People?
What have the people to do
with a treaty between kings?
- If you sign this treaty,
you will get your Queen
back safely and we will return northward.
Any irritation you may have
over this matter will soon fade.
- If I sign this, you
will return northward
as two of the most
powerful men in England.
- That is to your advantage, Sire.
We shall be your allies,
we shall protect your northern flank.
- It appears that the seizing of my wife
was just a friendly overture.
Perhaps we could affect
another such alliance
with the Mediterranean pirates,
to protect our southern flank.
- Sire, there are aspects of this business
that we must discuss.
A moment with you
privately, by your leave.
- [Indistinct], why aren't
you on guard downstairs?
You stay where you're told to stay.
That's the first thing
a soldier has to know.
Come on.
- Well the boy said
everybody come up here.
[footsteps falling]
Anyway, I knew the
prisoners couldn't get out.
[blow landing]
[music turns ominous]
- You there, stop 'em, stop 'em!
[bright suspenseful music continues]
[footsteps falling]
- Stand guard here
while I fetch the Queen.
[indistinct background shouting]
[ominous music continues]
[swords clashing]
- The Queen, your Majesty.
[birds chirping]
- Sire, this shield was found
by one of our Knights in the woods nearby.
- Sir Lancelot's shield. Is he dead?
- Worse than that, Sire.
He d*ed in dishonor.
They say he denied his crest,
and was captured by Sir Mordred's Knights,
while dressed as a carter.
- What?
- It was a trick
of Lancelot's to get inside the castle.
I saw it happen, he tried to save me.
- Sire, the treaty is
ready for your signature.
- You understand that by your signature
you'll cede to us the
whole of North Umbria?
Furthermore, you will make no reprisals,
nor attempt any punishment against my son.
[Lancelot groaning]
- Lancelot, Lancelot!
[scuffle ensues]
[additional soldiers arriving]
- Lancelot, I thought you were k*lled.
- It might have been better.
I believed you to be in danger.
I fought my way up to your prison,
only to find it empty.
Apparently I and my young squire here
are the only ones to take
this matter seriously.
We didn't know it was to be solved
by the niceties of high diplomacy.
- Lancelot, you did well to fight.
I am only sorry that you
did not come in time.
I am forced to give North Umbria
to these cowardly schemers.
- You reward them with a
Kingdom for their insolence?
- The Queen's life was in their hands.
- Renounce this treaty now.
- No Lancelot, I cannot.
I've given my pledge.
- Now that this matter has been settled,
I trust we can forget the few
harsh words that have been spoken.
- For my part, I've
forgotten them already.
- You will not live long
to enjoy your triumph, Sir Mordred.
I challenge you to the death.
- And I do not choose to fight.
- You do not choose? You have no choice!
You are a Knight, you
have been challenged.
- It is written in that treaty,
signed by your King, that there shall be
no reprisals made for
the capture of the Queen.
- Sir Mordred, one moment if you will.
What your father says is quite true.
There should be no reprisals
for the capture of the Queen.
But I should like to point out
that this treaty does not bar
Sir Lancelot from seeking satisfaction
for any insult done to him personally.
- Ah, you hear that, Sir Mordred?
I challenge you because you ordered me
to be k*lled when I was unarmed.
For that I demand revenge!
- I said I do not choose to fight.
- I do not choose to fight.
- My, he's a fierce one.
[group laughing]
- A proud boast for the
worthy prince of North Umbria.
[dark ominous music plays]
[swords clinking together]
[Knights grunting]
[suspenseful music continues]
[swords continue clashing]
- Sir Lancelot, hold!
- King Pell, it's time
to make another bargain.
North Umbria for your son,
your son for North Umbria.
Spare him, Lancelot.
We gain more by letting him live.
[slower gentle music begins]
[treaty page burning]
- The horses are ready, Sir Lancelot.
But I can't find your shield.
- Oh?
- The King is leading his
Knights back to Camelot.
Would you do me the honor of escorting me?
- It'll be a perfect end to a long day.
- A day I'll never forget.
[horses hooves falling]
[bright music resumes]
♪ Now listen to my story ♪
♪ Yes listen while I sing ♪
♪ Of days of old in England ♪
♪ When Arthur was the King ♪
♪ Of Merlin, the magician ♪
♪ And Guinevere, the Queen ♪
♪ And Lancelot, the bravest Knight ♪
♪ The world has ever seen ♪
♪ In days of old, when nights were bold ♪
♪ The story's told of Lancelot ♪
♪ He roamed the wilds of England ♪
♪ Adventures for a sea ♪
♪ To rescue maidens in distress ♪
♪ And helped the poor and weak ♪
♪ If anyone oppressed you ♪
♪ He'd be your champion ♪
♪ He fought a million battles ♪
♪ And he never lost a one ♪
♪ In days of old ♪
♪ When Knights were bold ♪
♪ The story's told, of Lancelot ♪
♪ In days of old ♪
♪ When Knights were bold ♪
♪ This story's told, of Lancelot ♪
[music crescendos and fades out]
[brand music playing]