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- I can assure Your Majesty
has a complete picture
of the whole situation,
but I thought this map might
help to show the others.
Good sirs, "Between the Antonine Wall
"and the uninhabitable Highland moors
"lie the domains of King Brude Maelchon
"and his Scottish warriors."
King Arthur, Lady Guinevere.
You wish to send a message of goodwill
and a valuable gift to King
Brude to make him an ally.
But such an expedition
would have to pass through
some of the wildest and
fiercest tribes in Britain.
There's no telling how
many men would be needed.
- A score of your best
knights at the very least.
- [Knight] Or 50.
- 100, more likely.
Enough so that no one would
dare to challenge them.
- How could we possibly send that many?
Our enemies would att*ck Camelot itself.
- And the more men you
send the greater the loss,
in case of disaster.
- Then what's to be done?
I can't possibly send a
handful of men through country
where they're almost sure to
be ambushed and slaughtered.
Lancelot.
- I agree, sire.
Any men you could afford to send
would run the risk of being wiped out.
For a handful of men,
it would be suicidal.
- So, are you saying
there isn't any solution?
- No, sire!
I'm saying that the solution
is to send only one knight,
without even his squire.
- One man?
When even 50 are not enough?
- One man has great
advantages over 50, milady.
He can travel lighter,
faster, and more secretly.
Moreover, he can avoid combat honorably
if the odds against him are too great.
And if he does run into trouble,
well, the loss to our
fellowship is 50 times less.
- True.
What do you think, Merlin?
- I think Lancelot has the answer.
This is a mission of great importance.
And the choice of that particular knight?
- In this case, there can be no choice.
If my suggestion is accepted,
I claim the right to go.
- I don't think we can
question that right.
- I certainly have no wish to.
- Then we have only to decide
on our message to King Brude
and the particular gift
that we shall send him
to seal our friendship.
You may say that we've sent him
one of our most prized possessions.
- Two, milord.
The queen's own champion.
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[horse hooves pounding]
[horse hooves pounding]
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[swords scraping]
- Come on! Get him!
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[Sir Lancelot grunts]
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- Call yourself a Brigante?
It's only a scratch.
[group laughing]
- Hey!
These are your men?
- I'm their chieftain.
What do you want here?
- A horse, they k*lled mine.
Perhaps they mistook me
for some enemy of yours.
- Who are you?
- A knight of King Arthur's Round Table.
- [chuckles] You're a bold fellow,
coming in here all alone, making demands.
- You sure I'm alone?
You think King Arthur has only one knight
to do his work for him?
- I don't know what King
Arthur has or has not.
If you're from the Round
Table I'll give you shelter
and food.
Durst! Nekton!
Get a tent ready for the stranger
and give him what he needs.
I'm called Jaggyd.
- I am Lancelot of the Lake.
- I have things to do.
My men'll see to you.
This man may be traveling alone,
or he may be a scout for
a large party of knights.
If he's alone, he won't
be needing the horse.
Never had wild boar
cooked like this before?
Puts fat on your ribs.
[all laughing]
Yeah, our village is several
days' journey from here.
We come here every year.
Get new horses.
- I've been noticing them.
You've got some splendid animals.
- [chuckles] Toughest horses in Britain.
They're descended from Roman
cavalry horses gone wild.
- Hmm, and apparently you
appreciate a good stout horse
as much as I do.
So you'll understand why I'm so anxious
to replace mine.
[horse hooves pattering]
- Good charges are difficult to find.
- Luckily for me, you seem to
have a good supply of them.
- We never have enough for our tribe.
- But naturally, my claim comes first.
After all, your warriors att*cked me.
- My warriors? [laughs]
You mean those peasants who
att*cked you in the pass?
They're just some herdsmen we bring along
to look after the horses.
If you want to see my real warriors,
my real fighting men in action-
- I'd rather settle the
question of the horses first.
- All in good time.
We have a custom of entertaining
our guests after food.
Frederick! Regan!
Daggers to first blood for our guest.
[Jaggyd laughing]
Those daggers are so sharp
you can slice out a
man's heart at a stroke.
- That's why they're so careful
to avoid each other, eh?
- Careful?
Fight, cowards!
A new saddle for the man
who draws first blood.
[Jaggyd laughing]
[both grunting]
[Jaggyd laughing]
[birds chirping]
[both groaning]
[Jaggyd laughing]
Now I want to show you our
main w*apon, our spear.
- I've seen enough of them, thanks.
- Not the way my real warriors use them.
Durst!
Throw a spear for Sir Lancelot.
[spear whooshing]
Like that?
- It's quite good.
There's a neater way of
slicing bread, though.
Come on.
- We've looked in the hills
on both sides of the pass,
and there's no one coming for many miles.
- Good.
We can deal with him when we break camp.
- Throw it up high.
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Now!
Well, now the entertainment's over,
perhaps we can settle
this question of my horse.
- Of course.
Come over to the corral.
Take any horse you like, my
men'll saddle him for you.
- Thank you.
[horse hooves pattering]
- [Jaggyd] See one you like?
- I'll take the big gray.
- [chuckles] Good choice.
Regan!
Saddle the big gray for Sir Lancelot.
You ridden wild horses before?
They don't like it at
first, you know. [laughing]
- I think I can manage.
In fact, I think Caledon
and I will be great friends
before this journey's over.
- Caledon?
- The Romans called this
part of Britain Caledonia.
- Ah.
- Good name for my new horse.
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[horse whinnying]
[tribesman laughing]
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[horse neighing]
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[tribesmen laughing]
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[horse whinnying]
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- You two, after the horse.
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Come on, break camp!
Let's get on the move.
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- Morning, friend.
Can you spare any food for my horse?
- We are poor.
- This bacon for a sack of grain.
- That's good bacon.
- We'll feed your horse, master.
- Thank you. He deserves a good meal.
I've ridden him hard for three days.
Have you seen any Brigantes?
About 20 or more of them, riding north.
- There were signal
fires yesterday morning.
There's danger and the
sound of many horses.
- Yesterday morning, good.
- What would you be
wanting with Brigantes,
armed only with that stick?
- They stole my sword.
I want it back.
- Ah. Well, I wish you good fortune.
I've been robbed by the
Brigantes many a time.
Up there beyond that
ridge, there is a river.
They'll have followed
its course northward.
You can catch them up
in two days' hard ride.
- I'll catch them up by nightfall.
- They ride fast.
- You don't know my horse, Caledon.
I believe he'd take me further and faster
than any horse in Britain.
Thank you!
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Go on, get up.
Get, get! Go on, away!
Go on! Hup, hup, hup!
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- How did the horses get out?
- I don't know. I just came out-
- Well, don't just stand
there, get after them!
All of you!
And you, you fool!
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[horse whinnying]
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[Jaggyd clattering]
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[Jaggyd yelling]
- Now, the bracelet.
[Jaggyd breathing heavily]
[bracelet clinking]
I'm not gonna k*ll you, Jaggyd.
I've got my bracelet and my sword
and I can finish my mission on
the finest horse in Britain.
- [breathing heavily]
You're not going to k*ll me?
- No.
I'm in your debt, for Caledon.
A life of a thief isn't worth much
but at least I can give you that.
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♪ 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 knights were bold ♪
♪ His story's told of Lancelot ♪
♪ In days of old ♪
♪ When knights were bold ♪
♪ His story's told of Lancelot ♪
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