[gentle music]
[upbeat music]
[dramatic music]
[horses gallop]
[dramatic music]
[metal clanks]
[dramatic music]
[gentle music]
- But, Brian, how could you let me,
your Lord and master,
languish in a filthy
dungeon for over a month?
I don't understand it.
- You talk as though it's the
easiest thing in the world
to rescue someone from Echelon Castle.
- Well I should have
thought your devotion to me
was such as to make the
task nothing to you.
- Well it didn't, it was hard.
- I know it was, Brian, you did well.
Now I can't wait to
return to Echelon Castle.
- You mean after all I
went through to get out
you want to go back?
- I have a score to settle there.
By my sword I'm going to settle it.
- I told you once politely,
if I have to tell you again
the words will be much shorter.
- And I warn you upon pain
of instant death to
announce me to King Arthur.
- I can't, the round table is in session.
- Lady Lynette of Echelon
is not kept waiting.
- Echelon?
- My lady, when the round
table is in session,
nobody will interrupt.
- Captain, if I may suggest-
- You keep out of this.
- Perhaps the young lady
could wait in the anteroom
until the king is ready.
- Well as you say-
- I thought you'd see the light.
Attend to my horse.
- Sir Lancelot,
why are you dressed as a baker?
- A matter of expediency captain.
- I got him those clothes.
- Yes, and rescued me
from a particularly foul
and smelly dungeon in Castle Echelon.
- How is it that you a baker
should have so much influence at Camelot?
- I'm a very good baker.
- But a baker.
- Now look he's-
- You go and wash your face.
- Yours is dirtier.
- I like it this way.
Kindly be seated my lady.
- Hey, where do you think you're going?
Sir Lancelot.
[dramatic music]
[gentle music]
- My dear friend, what's all this?
- Well, my Lord-
- Where have you been?
You know it's almost two months
since you honored us with your presence?
- Forgive me, Master Merlin,
I've been a prisoner in Castle Echelon.
- But Sir Echelon is a friend.
- And still is.
Echelon is on a pilgrimage to Rome.
Crossing the channel his boat capsized,
but he was saved.
When I bore this news to Castle Echelon,
I was thrown into a dungeon for my pains.
- An outrage, sir.
- But who is responsible for this?
- Not Sir Echelon, obviously.
I only saw the guard who knocked me down,
but I did notice he wasn't
wearing Sir Echelon's badge.
- Disgraceful.
- I ask a boom, sir.
- Speak.
- Give me a sword, a shield
and a horse that I may
return to Castle Echelon,
and give them a lesson in hospitality.
Thank you, Sir Gawaine.
- Lancelot, take my shield.
It's a little battle
scarred and b*rned here,
here with dragon fire.
- Thank you, Sir Kay.
The more tired the more trusted.
- Castle Echelon is a hard
rock to cr*ck, Lancelot,
let us ride with you.
- Thank you, Gawaine,
but there is a young girl
who I think will guide me to the castle.
- A-ha.
- Thrown into a dungeon indeed.
- Unfortunately we've only just met.
Her name is Lady Lynette of Echelon,
she craves an audience with your majesty.
- What does she want with us?
- I don't know,
but don't tell her about my rescue,
we must arrange it so that
I return to Castle Echelon
with this girl.
Someone's going to answer
for throwing me into that dungeon.
- You can't come in here.
- I've been kept waiting
longer than I've been kept waiting
in all my life.
Where is King Arthur?
I am Lady Lynette of Echelon,
sister to Lady Eleanor
White to Sir Echelon,
and a direct descendant
to St. George himself.
- This, my lady, is the king.
- Your majesty.
- Rise child.
Why do you seek our help?
- I need a champion, my Lord,
not for myself but for my sister.
She's being forced into marriage
by the Barron Braynor.
- But Lady Eleanor is
marred to Sir Echelon.
- Sir Echelon was
drowned a few months ago.
- [King Arthur] I heard he'd been rescued.
- In truth?
- The story was brought to Castle Echelon
by a knight of this court,
what has happened to him?
- I don't know, my Lord,
all I know is that Baron Braynor
has taken over the castle,
and is forcing Lady Eleanor into marriage.
- I see.
You shall have your champion,
one who has already taken
an interest in your case.
- My Lord, a baker?
- In Camelot we judge a man by his worth.
This is a great warrior.
- Then why isn't he a knight?
- Well, as a matter of fact,
we were just about to
raise him to knighthood.
- Sir Crustabread, hmm,
no thank you, my Lord.
You, sir, what's your name?
- Gawaine, my lady.
- Sir Gawaine has an
appointment to slay a dragon,
and might I remind you that I am the king,
and I choose my knights' assignments.
- But sir, you said yourself
he isn't even a knight.
- Well, forthwith he shall Sir, uh-
- Crustabread, my Lord,
the lady has aptly named me,
and I hope to win great
honor with that title.
- It pleases me.
Kneel.
Your sword.
[gentle music]
Let this solemn company take note,
I, King Arthur, dub thee Sir Crustabread.
[gentle music]
- Thank you, sir.
My lady.
- She left halfway
between crust and bread.
- Then I better go after her.
- But first let me suggest-
- Sir?
- Wash your face.
[gentle music]
[upbeat music]
[horse galloping]
[bright music]
[bright music continues]
[dramatic music]
- Are you hurt?
- Of course I'm hurt,
and it's all your fault chasing after me.
- Well now, I'm a knight,
I must follow you until my
mission is accomplished.
- Well don't think that just
because you've combed your hair
you're anything but a baker to me.
Whose is that tablet you're wearing?
- Sir Christopher's.
- But your shield is different.
- Yes, that belongs to
Sir Kay the Seneschal.
My sword to Sir Gawaine.
- A hand me down knight.
Why don't you go home,
I can handle this myself.
- Oh, really, how?
- Why I shall simply tell the Baron
that Sir Echelon is alive.
- He knows that.
I think the Baron wants the castle
more than he wants the lady,
and at the moment he seems
to be having what he wants.
- Then what can be done?
- You leave that to me.
- You?
Baron Braynor would
eat you, crust and all.
- Well I might be lucky.
And in any case you have nothing to lose,
if I fail you can always
ride in and win the day.
- Oh very well, you may come along.
But mind I do not accept
you as my knight errant.
You may ride behind me,
and downwind.
- My lady.
- I come from a great family.
- Yes, my lady.
- My sister is Lady Eleanor of Echelon.
- A direct descendant
of St. George himself,
we know.
[birds chirp]
[gentle music]
Do we have to go this way?
- It's the shortest way.
- I dare say but it's a
natural spot for an ambush.
- Frightened?
- No my lady, but merely cautious.
I suggest we return to the high road.
- If you're not prepared
for a little danger,
you'd better return to the bakery.
[gentle music]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music continues]
[birds chirp]
- Thank you.
- In the future I suggest
we do things my way.
- Indeed, just because
you've proved yourself
cleaver to common brawling,
don't put on heirs.
You were very lucky those fellows
kept bumping into each other.
- Oh, very lucky.
Shall we proceed, my lady?
- And allow them to jump out at us again?
Don't be ridiculous.
Collect the horses, we
return to the high road.
- Yes, my lady.
[dramatic music]
- My dear Lady Eleanor,
I distinctly remember asking you
what was the minimum
time for decent mourning.
- I gave you a casual opinion, Baron.
- You said three months.
- These things vary
according to temperament.
My heart is still heavy with sorrow.
- I'm getting tired of her sorrow.
- Sir.
- Shall I announce the bands?
- Now, now, please [indistinct],
I'm a patient man.
We'll give her ladyship another week.
- Baron Braynor, this is my castle.
- Then go to your room.
- Advice from the border, sir,
a certain Sir Crustabread rides this way
with a lady of quality.
- Sir what?
- Crustabread.
[both laugh]
- I don't believe it.
- I'd k*ll myself if I took such a name.
- They were overhead at the
inn discussing your wedding,
not exactly in favorable terms.
- Details man, details.
- Well, sir, at one
point she turned to him,
incidentally she orders him about
as though he were a servant
rather than a knight.
- Nevermind the details, get to the point.
- She said "Haven't you
any plan for stopping it?
"What do you intend to do?"
- And he said?
- "Shh," he saw that I was listening.
[birds chirp]
- Looks as if someone of
quality has camped over there.
- Looks like a knight.
- Some knights travel in style.
They say Sir Lancelot of
the Lake has two tents.
- One for his horse, no doubt.
Well let's announce our presence,
perhaps we'll have shelter tonight.
[horn blows]
- It's him.
- Oh dear, it's Sir Gringamore.
- Who is he, a friend of yours?
- No, he's the physist
of Baron Braynor's men.
- My horse.
[birds chirp]
- We'd better go.
- From the look of things,
I'd say he wants us to stay and fight.
- But he's a k*ller, very experienced.
Run, Sir Crustabread, I
won't hold it against you.
- This shield, my lady, like this sword,
only goes forward.
- But this is Sir Gringamore the Great.
- I'll bring you back his sword.
Wait here.
Come on Gringolet.
- Sir Crustabread.
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music continues]
[dramatic music continues]
[metal clanks]
[dramatic music]
- I yield.
- Get up.
The sword I promised you, my lady.
- Sir Crustabread, you were wonderful,
I apologize for everything I said.
- Thank you.
What would you have me
do with this knight?
- We might cut off his head,
and use it as a pin cushion.
- Yes, we might.
- Do you know, Sir Gringamore the Great,
that you've been
vanquished by a new knight
in this very first combat?
- Well praise be he hasn't
had more experience.
- He doesn't need more experience.
Get on your horse.
[dramatic music]
And tell your Baron Braynor
this is just a taste of
what Sir Crustrabread
intends to do to him.
- On the contrary,
tell Baron Braynor that I
have no quarrel with him,
and that I'm looking forward
to being invited to the wedding.
- So that he can make mincemeat
out of the bridegroom.
Did I say something wrong?
- Oh no, you just put
Castle Echelon on the alert,
that's all.
- You shall batter it down.
- Anything else, my lady?
- Yes, from here on
you may ride beside me,
and be my true knight errant.
- I am honored.
[gentle music]
[dramatic music]
- May I be the one to blow the horn
when you ride out to the gate,
and challenge the Baron to mortal combat?
- I'm going to change.
- Change?
- Yes, you admire the castle.
[birds chirp]
- What are you changing into?
Do you know something?
- [Lancelot] What?
- It must be wonderful to know
that you are a true knight at last.
- [Lancelot] To tell you the truth
I feel more like a baker.
- Oh, but you're not.
- What do I look like then?
- A baker.
- Good.
- No, don't lose heart, you are a Knight.
- I haven't lost heart,
but dressed like this I have a good chance
of sneaking into the castle.
- Knights don't sneak.
Don't you understand,
you must ride up to the tar,
blow your horn,
and meet the baron in mortal combat.
- Suppose the Baron doesn't play fair?
Suppose he sends 50 soldiers instead.
- Then you must carve
your way through them,
the way Sir Lancelot would do it.
- I'm afraid the [indistinct]
have been embroidering a bit
about Sir Lancelot's career.
When the odds are 50 to one,
and he is the one,
Sir Lancelot doth run.
- Then you are just a baker at heart.
Why you haven't even taken your sword.
- No, but I hope to
pick one up on the way.
Now don't you worry,
you stay here and look after the horses.
With any luck I'll have your
sister back to you by midnight.
- Good luck, Sir Crustabread.
[dramatic music]
[metal clanks]
- With a big banquet tonight,
why aren't you in the kitchen?
- I'm waiting for my bread to bake.
Tell me something,
when we capture a knight,
what do we do with his armor?
- Stack it over there.
If they're lucky they'll
ransomed, we hand it back.
- Not many lucky, eh?
- That's right.
- Hey, they say this Sir Echelon,
he has the best armor in England.
- He's all right for a fancy design,
but for putting a sharp
edge on a sword, no.
- Ah, I see your a Baron's man.
- All the way.
You wait, he'll be king of England.
- That lady Eleanor must be a lucky lady.
- Ah, she's only a stepping
stone to the castle.
When the Baron gets to be king,
he'll get rid of her
and marry someone else, a king's daughter.
And...
Now where in the kingdom come has he gone?
[gentle music]
[birds chirp]
- Get into line.
[dramatic music]
- It's gonna be a great banquet.
- A black day for all of us I say.
- Why?
- The way the Baron
moved in on our ladyship,
it's more like a conquest
than a marriage I say.
- Then you serve Sir Echelon?
- Aye, me and me father before me.
- Why don't the followers of Sir Echelon
help lady Eleanor?
- They would if they could find someone
to head it up I'd say.
[gentle music]
- Come on.
- Go on.
- Well?
Tray.
- Tray?
Oh.
[gentle music]
- Well go on.
[gentle music]
- How dare you come bursting in here.
- The Baron wants you
in the banqueting hall.
- Tell the Baron I am not feeling well.
- The Baron said if you wouldn't
come I was to bring you.
[dramatic music]
- What kind of tray is that?
- It's the one they gave me, sir.
- Things were different
when Sir Echelon was alive.
[gentle music]
- What now, my Lod?
Am I not to be allowed even
the privacy of my room?
- And miss the banquet in our honor?
Sit down my lady.
- What is the occasion?
- In a moment.
Serve the wine.
[gentle music]
Sit down.
[gentle music]
- A toast to Baron Braynor
and his bride to be, the Lady Eleanor.
[indistinct toasts]
[gentle music]
- You are all invited to the wedding,
tomorrow morning.
- Tomorrow?
Oh, I beg of you.
- Read the bands.
- If there's anyone here who
objects to this marriage,
speak now.
- I object.
[dramatic music]
Sir Echelon lives.
- That's a lie.
- King Arthur himself told me.
Men of Carth Echelon, the time has come,
drive out these invaders.
- I'll k*ll the first
man that draws a sword.
- Then start with me.
- Sir Crustabread.
[dramatic music]
- It's Sir Lancelot.
- Lancelot?
- k*ll him.
[dramatic music]
[items crash]
[dramatic music]
[swords clank]
[dramatic music]
[dramatic music]
[swords clank]
- I see your rebel can't
stomach on his bakers.
- Oh, Sir Lancelot, is it
really true about my husband,
he still lives?
- Yes, it is true.
That's the news that this
man temporarily prevented me
from giving to you.
Your husband must be safe in Rome by now.
- Oh, praise God.
- I think you'd better join your brood.
- Oh, Sir Lancelot,
thank you for everything.
- I'm glad I could help.
Where's Lady Lynette?
- Here, Sir Crustabread, I mean Lancelot.
- You have a very determined sister.
- I have no sister.
- I'm only Lynette the maid.
- Oh, Lynette, you didn't pass
yourself off as Lady Lynette.
- She'll always be Lady Lynette to me.
It was really she who was
responsible for your rescue.
You're a brave girl, Lynette,
and a pretty one.
I think I shall ask Queen Guinevere
to make you one of your ladies in waiting.
- Oh no you don't, you shan't
steal her away from me.
Henceforth she shall be known as
Lady Lynette of Echelon,
and act as my companion and advisor.
- I must remember to come back one day.
- I'll be waiting.
[gentle music]
- My lady.
[gentle music]
- I'll never wash this
cheek as long as I live.
[gentle music]
[bright music]
Goodbye, Sir Crustabread.
[upbeat music]
♪ Now listen to my story ♪
♪ Yes listen while I sing ♪
♪ Of days of old in England ♪
♪ When Arthur was the king ♪
♪ In days of old ♪
♪ When knights were bold ♪
♪ This story's told of Lancelot ♪