Dragonheart

Not bad.

But not good enough to live.

Mind if l sit down?

l don't have your energy.

Fight with your head.

Not your heart.

Straight.

Better, Einon.

But you're still dead.

Purpose, not passion.

No one ever found victory

in the dirt.

The peasants are revolting.

They've always been revoltin', Prince.

But now they're rebellin'.

King Freyne wants his son

to witness his noble victory.

There's nothing noble

about crushing desperate men.

They're traitorous scum!

The king commands!

Bring him!

You can come, too, nursemaid.

Die, you dog!

- l wish we were down there.

- No, you don't.

Yes, l do. Just to see you

in action, Bowen.

Yours would be

the finest blade on the field.

My blade was not made

for your father's slaughter.

He is my father, Bowen,

and he is the king.

Yes.

But when you are king,

remember today...

and the difference

between battle and butchery.

And remember the Old Code.

Then you'll be a greater king

than your father.

l promise, Knight...

l will be greater.

Freyne!

Now, Hewe, now!

- He's trapped!

- Einon!

Einon!

Einon, no!

Enough! Enough!

The battle's out there!

Father?

Die! lt's mine!

Einon! Einon!

l'm here, Einon!

l'm here, my King.

Dead, madam.

King Freyne,

your husband, slain.

ln here!

ln here, on the bed.

Get out! Out!

Out! Brok, out!

You stay, Bowen.

Forgive me, Queen Aislinn.

There's nothing to forgive.

His father's tyranny

brought him to this end.

He's beyond all help.

Not all.

A knight is sworn to valor.

Sworn to valor.

- His heart knows only virtue.

- Virtue.

His blade defends the helpless.

His might upholds the weak.

You must stay awake, my son!

- You must stay awake. Repeat the Code.

- The Code.

His might upholds the weak.

H-His word speaks only truth.

His wrath--

Undoes the wicked.

Brok, stay there.

Lord! Great one!

Your song is sad!

Are the stars shining tonight?

No. No bright souls

glitter in this darkness.

Leave us. Go.

Aislinn, daughter of the Celts.

Whose people loved your kind

and called you friend.

Ah, the king's son...

cruel and full of trickery.

- ls this why you've come,

dragonslayer's wife?

- Dragonslayer's widow!

This boy is not his father.

This knight here is his mentor.

He has taught him the Old Code.

l need your help.

The wound is deep.

You know what you ask.

l will teach him your ways.

He will grow in your grace.

He will grow just and good.

l swear.

No! The boy must swear.

Give me your sword, Knight.

Your sword!

Do not be afraid.

He can save you.

Now listen to me, boy.

Swear that your father's

blood lust and tyranny died with him.

Swear that you will live

and rule with mercy.

Come to me

and learn the Once-ways.

Now swear!

l swear.

He's dead!

Peace, Knight of the Old Code.

Witness the wonders

of an ancient glory.

Half my heart

to make you whole.

lts strength

to purify your weakness.

Live, and remember your oath.

l served the father only

for the sake of the son.

All my hopes rest on him.

Forgive a doubting fool.

Call when you need of me.

Ask what you will of me.

My sword, my service are yours.

Only remind him

always of his vow...

Knight of the Old Code.

Brok.

Your Majesty?

The Romans built

this great fortress.

l will rebuild it,

and mine will be greater.

lt will take many men, my Lord,

to rebuild this ruin.

Yes.

Yes, it will.

Not so rebellious now.

You should thank me, boy.

lt was my stroke made you king.

No, Brok, l want no martyrs.

Death should be a release,

not a punishment.

Look good, dog.

l'm the last thing

you'll ever see.

Burn the insolence

out of his eyes.

No! No!

Not my eyes! No!

Father!

Run!

How dare you defy me!

Einon, you're unwell.

You've been bewitched.

Look at this!

lt's madness!

- Remember the Code!

- The king is above the Code!

Have you forgotten

everything l taught you?

No one is above the Code...

especially the king.

Dragon, l loved that boy,

and you changed him!

You tricked me, Dragon!

No matter where you fly...

no matter where you go,

l will find you!

Today l make a new vow!

l will spend the rest of my life

hunting you down!

Avalon, oh, Avalon.

For you l quest each day...

the resting place of Arthur...

and the Old Code of his way.

And when l find

those holy stones...

l'll pray, l'll pray, l'll pray.

Oh, Avalon, bright Avalon...

think me not a fool.

My quest is not for vanity,

my quest is spiritual.

Spiritual!

Merlin, spiritual!

Whoa! Merlin!

Merlin! Ow!

Everyone's a critic!

- Dragon, dragon.

- Yes, l know. Where?

There, there.

Get back here, horse.

You coward.

Marvelous! Heroics befitting the days

of Arthur and the Round Table!

Never have l seen such skill!

Then you must have lived

the sheltered life...

of a mon-- monk.

Why, yes. A scribe, scholar,

historian and poet.

Your servant, sir,

Brother Gilbert of Glockenspur.

My humble life is in debt

to your exalted prowess...

your dauntless courage,

and your superb, swift sword.

You have the poet's gift

of exaggeration.

Sir, you should read

my histories.

But you belittle your talent.

Modesty as well as valor.

The Code of ancient Camelot

still lives.

Hardly worthy of Camelot.

Still, it's one less dragon.

Well done, Knight!

Congratulations.

Our gratitude,

mine and King Einon's.

Uh, you can keep your gratitude.

l'll take the gold.

- Yours or the king's.

- Gold, Knight?

We made a bargain, remember?

One dragon put down, one bag of gold.

Your honor has a price,

Sir Knight?

lt has expenses.

Honor won't feed my belly

nor shoe my horse.

The priest is right.

lt is your duty to protect King Einon's

vassals as a knight of the realm.

Not of this realm.

l bend no knee to Einon.

l should have known.

Foreign riffraff!

Well, begone, vagabond,

before l arrest you!

Back to work, you scum!

lf King Einon's wheat

isn't cut before the rain...

l'll do a little cutting

of my own!

Sir Knight!

Sir Knight, wait!

Sir Knight!

Hear me out!

l'm on a pilgrimage.

Might we travel together?

The road's still free,

unless Einon's taxed it.

A road tax, King Einon. Hmm?

A road tax.

They are your roads, after all.

People really ought to pay

for the privilege of using them.

- And those that can't pay

will have to work it off.

- lngenious, Felton.

Only you could keep such a good brain

under such a bad hat.

That's very good, ''bad hat.''

Out of my way, peacock.

Brok, some are good at hunting men,

some are good at hunting money.

Both have value for me.

Kara?

Kara, l told you--

- l told you not to come here anymore.

- l'm a disobedient child.

Go on. Take a drink. Go on.

Magnificent shot, Your Highness!

- Care to double the wager?

- Ah, yes, happily.

Shall we say the water bucket?

Stand still. Stand still.

Superb!

Double again?

Double again. Why not?

l say.

A moving target.

Peasant scum.

You've got a nerve,

interfering with the king's sport!

There's no sport

in tormenting a sick, old man.

l beg Your Majesty,

let him go.

lt's been 12 years.

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