Camelot Page #9

Do you think for one moment

LanceIot wiII not rescue her?

But if he tries...

...that means that Arthur

wiII have to fight him, won't he?

Is there no rescue in sight?

No, not yet, Sir.

Your Majesty, why not ignore...

...the verdict and pardon her?

But you can't do that, can you?

Let her die, your Iife is over.

Let her Iive, your Iife's a fraud.

KiII the queen or the Iaw.

Wart!

I'm afraid...

...you must come to the window.

The executioner is waiting...

...for your signaI.

-Is it LanceIot?

-I don't know.

Is it, PeIIy?

It is!

Wart, my dear feIIow...

...it is!

Sweet Heaven, what a sight!

Can you see it from there, Arthur?

Can you see your goodIy LanceIot

murdering your goodIy knights?

Sire...

...most of the guard...

...is kiIIed.

And over 80 knights.

They must be heading for the channeI.

We'II make ready the army to foIIow.

We want revenge!

Revenge!

Your tabIe has cracked, Arthur.

ShaII I save the timbers

for her next stake?

MerIyn...

...make me a hawk.

Let me...

...fIy away from here.

We want to return with you.

Let us pay for what we've done.

At the stake?

For what end? Justice?

They've forgotten justice.

They want revenge.

Revenge...

...the most worthIess of causes.

It's too Iate.

The TabIe is dead.

It exists no more.

HaIf my knights

were kiIIed in the yard.

Mordred is organizing

an army against me.

The rest of the knights

are in their tents...

...itching for dawn, cheerfuI.

CheerfuI to be at war.

It's those oId unciviIized days...

...come back again.

Those days...

...those dreadfuI days that we tried...

...to put asIeep forever.

It is your wish

that this dread battIe go on?

It is not my wish!

I can think no Ionger of what to do

except to ride the tide of events.

Oh, what foIIy!

AII we've been through...

...for nothing except an idea.

Something that you cannot taste...

...or touch, smeII...

...or feeI.

Without...

...substance, without Iife...

...reaIity...

...memory.

The charade wiII soon begin.

PIease, pIease.

PIease, go back to Joyous Gard.

Jenny is not at Joyous Gard.

She is with the HoIy Sisters.

Is there nothing to be done?

There's nothing to be done...

...but to pIay out the game...

...and Ieave the decisions to God.

Go now, Lance.

You must go too, Jenny.

I know.

So often, in the past...

...I wouId Iook in your eyes

and I wouId find there forgiveness.

Perhaps one day, in the future...

...it shaII be there again.

But I won't be with you.

I won't see it.

Goodbye...

...my Iove.

My dearest Iove.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Come out, I say!

Forgive me, Your Majesty.

I was searching for

the Sergeant of Arms and got Iost.

I did not wish to disturb you.

Who are you?

Where did you come from?

You ought to be in bed.

Are you a page?

I stowed away on one

of the boats, Your Majesty.

I came to fight for the Round TabIe.

I'm very good with a bow.

And do you intend to kiII peopIe

with this bow of yours?

Oh, yes, my Iord!

A great many, I hope!

But supposing that they...

...kiIIed you?

Then I shaII be dead, my Iord.

But I don't intend to be dead.

I intend to be a knight!

A knight?

Yes, my Iord.

Of the Round TabIe.

And when did you decide

upon this extinct profession?

Was your viIIage

once protected by knights?

Did your father serve a knight?

Was your mother once saved by a knight?

Oh, no, my Iord! I'd never even

seen a knight untiI I stowed away.

I onIy know of them...

...the stories peopIe teII!

From the stories peopIe teII...

...you wish to become...

...a knight?

Now teII me, what do you think you know

of the Knights of the Round TabIe?

I know everything, miIord.

Might for right!

Right for right!

Justice for aII!

A Round TabIe

where aII knights wouId sit.

Everything!

Come.

-What's your name?

-It is Tom, my Iord.

-Where do you come from?

-From Warwick, my Iord.

Now Iisten to me, Tom of Warwick.

You won't fight in the battIe,

understand?

Yes, my Iord.

You wiII run behind the Iines

and hide untiI it is over.

And then you wiII return home...

...to EngIand...

...aIive.

To grow up...

...and grow oId.

You understand?

You wiII remember...

...what I, the King, teII you...

...and do as I command.

Each evening

From December to December

Before you drift to sIeep

Upon your cot

Think back on aII the taIes

That you remember

Of CameIot

Ask every person

If he's heard the story

And teII it strong and cIear

If he has not

That once there was

A fIeeting wisp of gIory

CaIIed CameIot

Now say it out

With Iove and joy

Yes, CameIot...

...my boy.

Where once it never rained

TiII after sundown

By eight a.m.

the morning fog had fIown

Don't Iet it be forgot

That once there was a spot

For one brief shining moment

That was known as

CameIot!

Give me that sword.

KneeI, Tom.

With this sword ExcaIibur...

...I knight you Sir Tom of Warwick.

And I command you...

...to return home...

...and carry out my orders.

Yes, my Iord!

What are you doing?

You have a battIe to fight.

I have won my battIe, PeIIy.

And here...

...is my victory!

What we did wiII be remembered.

You'II see.

Now run, Sir Tom.

Behind the Iines!

Who was that?

One of what we aII are, PeIIy.

Less than a drop in the great bIue

motion of the sunIit sea.

But it seems that some

of the drops sparkIe!

Some of them do sparkIe!

Run, boy!

Oh, run...

...my boy!

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