Jack the Giant Killer Page #4

a stroke of genius.

A real tragedy to have come

so far only to suffer failure.

You're so sure I have failed?

I am, indeed.

For you see, if you take

one step toward me...

horns will sprout

from your head.

A second step, and you will

develop cloven hooves...

and walk on all fours.

A third step...

and the transformation

will be complete.

You will have become

a black ram.

So, you see?

Your sword

can be an antidote...

to givir you a cashmere coat.

Hold it 'fore you as you go,

hilt above and point below.

No horns.

No hooves.

No wool.

Defeated, did you say, witch?

Please, let us dispense

with theatricalities.

My powers are obviously

completely without effect...

against your own.

Therefore,

I yield to the inevitable.

I'm curious, how do you acquire

such potent forces?

- The princess.

- She is not here.

- Produce her, or die.

- She's not in the castle.

Then where?

On the other side

of the island...

there are the ruins

of a little Roman temple.

She is imprisoned there.

Have her brought to me at once.

If you wish

to free the princess...

you must go there.

How do I know I can trust you?

Arert we rather forced

to trust each other?

There seems no other way.

Very well.

But make no attempt

to trick me.

Master, your magic...

what's happened?

Princess!

Out of my way, you yelping dogs,

and let me think.

Never have I failed

to turn a mere mortal...

into a cringing beast.

But he was able to withstand

the strength of my magic.

It was the sword, master.

The burning sword.

It was not only the sword,

you fool.

Have you forgotten

the magic whip?

He has a strange power...

perhaps some ancient talisman

of the black arts.

We must find the secret

of this power.

Perhaps I can help.

He doesn't know I'm one of you.

Perhaps you can.

- Garna.

- Yes, master.

Take her to the ruined temple.

Yes, master.

There you will appear to him

as the princess Elaine.

Princess. It's all right.

- Jack.

- You're safe now.

Dear Jack,

I prayed you'd come.

I have a boat on the beach...

waiting to take us

back to England.

Can you walk?

I'll be all right.

Ahoy, Sigurd! Peter!

The cask is gone.

They must still be

looking for water.

Well, they'll be

returning soon.

I'd better make ready to sail.

I never thought

I'd see you again, Jack...

or that I'd ever leave

this island alive.

We had the luck

of the Irish on our side.

Surely it would take more

than luck to defeat Pendragon.

Luck and the secret

of my magic weapon.

You mean this?

The sword? No.

That's just

Sigurd's rusty old blade.

I was talking about my friend,

the imp of the bottle.

He's a leprechaun, imprisoned

in the bottle by a magic spell.

We both owe him everything.

Oh, such pretty words

you'd better say...

till we are safe

and far away.

Is there something wrong,

Princess?

I guess...

being chained out there

for so long...

I'm cold.

We can wait in the cabin.

This'll warm you.

Is there anything...

some hot tea to drink?

Well, this brew of Sigurd's...

isn't exactly fit

for a princess...

but it is warming.

I'll pour it.

Get another cup, Jack.

We'll drink together

to our escape from this island.

That I will gladly do.

I wish Peter were here

to celebrate with us.

Yes, and Sigurd, too.

You'll like him.

Thank you, Princess.

To a safe voyage home.

And to us.

To a happy future.

You and I together, Jack...

To a happy future.

You and I together, Jack...

for the rest of our lives.

To us.

To us.

All right, to us.

Oh, it's strange

to feel happy...

at a time like this,

but when we sail...

What's the matter, Jack?

I don't know.

Suddenly I feel strange,

as if...

I were going to...

Fresh air.

She must be evil,

the bottle's hot.

She pretends to be

what she is not.

Watch it there!

Don't rock the ship!

Saints preserve us,

I'm going to slip!

Ahoy on board.

Sigurd!

Jack. Jack!

Sigurd, come here, quick!

Your imp stands between me

and the throne of Cornwall.

Where is he?

You have great magic powers.

Find him yourself.

Yes. I will.

Only twice in my existence

have I been thwarted...

once by Herla the wizard...

and this second time by you.

Herla is dead.

Yes, and I will die, too,

rather than betray my king.

I shall hope to make you

change your mind.

Garna.

Yes, master.

Peter. Sigurd.

For the last time,

where is the imp?

Release the Viking.

I am afraid you were not

sufficiently impressed...

on your first visit.

I'll give you a new

demonstration of my powers.

Sigurd!

Now... the boy.

Look at me.

Look at me!

Stop it!

Jack!

Peter!

Wait!

Jack, tell him, please!

I can't.

Look at me.

Peter! Peter!

And now, my dear,

you are next.

What do you suppose

would be most fitting?

A serpent?

Or perhaps a toad?

Or would you prefer to tell me

where you have hid the imp?

Your loyalty to your king

is touching...

but your allegiance to

the princess is another matter.

You have...

you have until

these sands run out...

to convince your knight

that he is being most unwise.

Garna.

I advise you,

consider carefully.

Please, Jack, tell him

where you hid the imp.

You've got to to save us all.

Is that why you drugged me,

to get the imp?

I did it to save your life.

He threatened to kill you

if I refused.

He was watching every move.

He'll kill you now if you don't

tell him where you hid the imp.

Then I'll have to die because

I don't know where the imp is.

You really don't know?

It's the truth, Princess.

I don't know.

You were a fool

to come here, Jack.

Your fate was sealed the moment

you set foot on this island.

The only thing that kept

you alive was the imp.

As soon as the master returns,

you die, all of you.

Princess, you are bewitched.

Break the mirror

before it's too late.

Break the spell

he cast over you.

Untie me!

Help me before it's too late!

And what would you save me from,

Prince Charming...

my reflection?

Look at me.

Gaze upon my true self.

Am I not beautiful?

Why be the princess

of Cornwall...

when I can be queen

of all England?

Think of it.

How exciting.

A witch on the throne

of England.

I forgot.

Pity you won't be there.

Peter! Peter!

That's right.

Come over here and untie me.

Over here!

Untie me quickly!

No!

No!

No!

Get away from there.

Get back in your cage.

Please, let him be!

Master!

Pendragon, help!

Help me! Pendragon!

Master!

Help me!

Help! Master!

Master! No!

No! Master!

No, please!

No!

Sorry, Princess.

Master!

Forgive me.

Forgive me.

Garna, quickly.

Pendragon.

Master, the cage...

it's empty, too.

This would explain it.

Flaming gauntlets live.

Fight.

Wait.

There's a secret passage

out of the castle this way.

Hurry.

No matter.

They cannot reach the boat.

Jack! Jack! Come back!

The boat is just beyond

those rocks.

Run for the rocks.

It's a matter

of a few moments now.

At least we're safe in here.

Not at high tide.

Ahoy there, you,

whoever you be!

Get me out of

this boilir sea!

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