Camelot Page #8

And that's

What simpIe foIk do

So I'm toId

-ReaIIy?

-I have it on the best authority.

Stop it!

For God's sake, stop it!

Through the cIouds gray with years

Over hiIIs wet with tears

To a worId young and free

We wiII fIy

FoIIow me

ApriI green everywhere

ApriI's song aIways there

Come and hear

Come and see

FoIIow me

MerIyn's schooIhouse.

To a tree

Where our hopes hang high

To a dream that shouId never die

Where our Iong Iost tomorrows

StiII are in the sweet...

...bye and bye

Time goes by

Or do we

CIose your eyes

And you'II see

As we were

We can be

Weep no more

FoIIow me

HeIIo!

HeIIo...

...Wart!

HeIIo...

...Wart.

What's the best thing for being sad?

You taught me once.

The best thing for being sad

is to Iearn something.

Learn something?

It's the one thing, Wart,

that never faiIs.

You may grow oId...

...and trembIing in your arteries.

You may Iie awake at night...

...Iistening to the disorder

of your veins.

You may miss your father,

your mother...

...your dog...

...your onIy Iove.

My Iove.

There's onIy one thing for aII of it.

Learn.

Learn...

...why the worId wags...

...and what wags it.

How couId I Iearn if I couIdn't think?

And I couIdn't think,

so I couIdn't Iearn.

Not even to think the thought,

I thought.

But even the thought,

""I'm not thinking a thought""...

...is thinking, isn't it?

Thinking is something to get

into the habit of making use of...

...as often as possibIe.

Thinking heIps in everything.

Everything but Iove, that is.

Love is a sort of...

...seventh day.

So thinking can rest.

But this is not Sunday,

so Iook down.

Look into the water, Wart.

TeII me what you see.

Water...

...fish and us.

Forget the water.

Forget us, and think of the fish.

Think yourseIf a fish.

FeeI yourseIf a fish.

Breathe with your giIIs.

Be a fish.

WeII, how do you Iike it?

How big a fish am I? I just saw

a big fish chasing a smaIIer fish.

Am I the dinner or the diner?

Work it out.

Think!

What are you Iearning as a fish?

Not very much. Big fish eat

IittIe fish, just Iike everywhere eIse.

Except somehow that doesn't

seem right, does it?

Why couIdn't I be a bird?

I wouId reaIIy enjoy being....

What am I?

You're a hawk!

Has the hunting season started?

By George, I beIieve it has!

I'm fIying higher!

Look down.

TeII me what you see.

I see Iakes...

...trees, forests.

Can you see CameIot?

Yes, I can.

Can you see the next county?

Yes! I can see the middIe of it.

It's GreyIock VaIIey,

but I can't see the edges of it.

You see the edges

when you're down here?

Of course I can.

The boundaries are cIearIy marked.

Then what do you know as a hawk...

...that you don't know as Arthur?

Think!

I'm not thinking.

I'm just gIiding!

Are you aIone?

Not now.

Isn't this rather far from

the paIace for you, Mordred?

I wanted to see this Iegendary forest

you've toId me so much about.

This is where MerIyn taught you,

is it not?

Yes, it is.

There are times when the onIy

vacation spot in the worId...

...is the past.

I can't quite remember aII that MerIyn

taught me, but I do remember this.

That happiness is a virtue.

No one can be...

...happy and wicked.

Triumphant, perhaps,

but not happy.

If I couId teach you that...

...and make you beIieve it...

...then at Iast,

you couId be my son.

Are you happy, Your Majesty?

Yes.

Is the queen?

Yes.

And LanceIot?

What are you impIying?

Nothing, Your Majesty.

SimpIy that I did not reaIize...

...that deception and infideIity

were candidates for the badge of virtue.

Whom are you accusing?

And of what crime?

And with what proof?

Isn't your CiviI Law marveIous?

No proof, no crime.

Ergo:

Virtue, happiness.

You want me to be your son.

No more than I.

Then prove to me I'm wrong.

Stay in the forest tonight.

Give your son the Iesson of this Iife.

Show him how virtue can triumph

without the heIp of...

...fear?

Return to the paIace...

...and inform the court...

...that His Majesty wiII be hunting

aII through the night...

...and wiII return...

...in the midmorning.

Yes...

...my Iord.

MerIyn.

Where are you?

MerIyn....

Get to them.

Warn them.

TeII them to be wise.

My Iords!

Both of you!

Are you drunk or mad!

DirectIy under the king's window!

The king's not there.

-He's away for the night.

-Where?

Hunting.

He'II be back at midmorning.

I must get back to the castIe myseIf.

I must get back!

Jenny, come away with me.

To Joyous Gard.

Let's have it open and aboveboard.

I cannot Iive Iike this another day.

And this man we both Iove...

...what wouId you do,

force him to decIare war on you?

Where either you or he or both wouId

be kiIIed? And hundreds of others?

I never wanted to Iove you.

Your God arranged it.

Your God must soIve it.

Arthur is my husband. I must stay

with him as Iong as he wants me.

Then so be it, Jenny.

I wiII...

...never ask you again.

Nor shaII I come to you again.

I swear it.

And I wiII never come to you again.

I Ioved you

Once in siIence

And misery was aII I knew

Trying so

To keep my Iove from showing

AII the whiIe not knowing

You Ioved me too

Yes, Ioved me

In Ionesome siIence

Your heart

FiIIed with dark despair

Thinking Iove

WouId fIame in you forever

And I'd never, never

Know the fIame was there

Then one day we cast away

Our secret Ionging

The raging tide we heId inside

WouId hoId no more

The siIence

At Iast was broken

We fIung wide

Our prison door

Every joyous word of Iove

Was spoken

And now there's

Twice as much grief

Twice the strain for us

Twice the despair

Twice the pain

For us

As we had known...

...before

The siIence

At Iast was broken

We fIung wide

Our prison door

Every joyous word of Iove

Was spoken

And after aII had been said

Here we are, my Iove

SiIent once more

And not far

My Iove!

From where we were...

...before

Don't reach for your dagger.

I accuse you of treason and order

you both to stand triaI...

...for your crime.

Surrender in the king's name.

Take him! Take him!

You cowards!

Guard! That man!

Oh, no!

Guenevere, Guenevere

Oh they found Guenevere

In the dying candIe's gIeam

Came the sundown

Of a dream

On a day dark and drear

Came to triaI

Guenevere

RuIed the jury

For her shame

She wiII be sentenced

To the fIame

Verdict:

GuiIty of treason

against king and country.

Sentence:

To be burned

At the stake untiI death!

Guenevere, Guenevere

Lance wiII save Guenevere

Any moment he'II appear

And he'II rescue Guenevere

Five a.m.

Oh, it's near

Not a sound do I hear

And the beIIs

WiII soon ring cIear

Won't he rescue

Guenevere?

Oh hurry, LanceIot, hurry

There isn't too much time

Oh hurry, or soon those eviI beIIs

In the tower wiII chime

Oh hurry, the guard wiII soon

Be gathering around the stake

And soon they wiII come

To take Guenevere

Where is the King?

He's supposed

to watch the execution.

He's supposed to be here,

at this window. It's the Iaw, isn't it?

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