Prince Valiant Page #6

Long live Aguar!

Sligon is dead!

Long live Aguar!

I want Prince Valiant

in chains by morning.

Now go!

To arms, sire! To arms!

The Christians! They're attacking!

Long live Aguar!

Sligon is dead!

Barricade the gates!

Swing 'em out!

Go!

You, take that one. You, get that one.

We'll give 'em another dose.

Boltar!

Get that man! Get that man!

Go on! Get him!

Oh, it's Valiant!

Oh, my son!

As I arrived at the lake,

I noticed someone on the far side.

And as I rode around

to intercept...

- I demand to be taken to King Arthur.

- You will be, under arrest.

Valiant!

Sire, I have found your traitor.

The Black Knight.

You mean Sir Brack?

I do, sire. He used his disguise

to make a pact with a Viking traitor

plotting to seize your throne

as Sligon seized my father's.

The lad has lost his reason.

I called you a traitor

when you tricked me into Sligon's hands.

Now I say it again: traitor!

And hear this.

Sligon, who promised you an army

to overthrow King Arthur, is dead.

He's ill. I pleaded for him once

to save him from imprisonment...

To keep me within your reach

so I could be betrayed

into Sligon's hands.

Because I believed

he would honour his pledge,

but as you know,

his word means nothing.

He lies, sire.

He knew my father had been captured,

for he had his ring.

He wanted me free because he knew

that if I got the ring

my pledge to go to my father

would take precedence

over the pledge I gave you here.

For that, I crave your forgiveness, sire,

and...

...and ask you to hear

my detailed charges.

Pure raving, sire. I call upon you

to put an end to this madness.

And I call on you

to make a better answer.

- There is only one answer. My sword.

- No.

It's my right. I demand my right

according to our code of chivalry.

Prince Valiant, though you broke

your pledge to us here,

we are obliged to consider

your sincerity.

But we have no right to doubt the honour

of a trusted knight

on the word of a squire.

I am sure you share our wish to hear him

answer this mortal charge of treason.

This is my answer,

the only answer this Viking's worthy of.

And I accept that answer.

But, sire, in a fight to the death,

the lad is no match for Brack.

I'll take his place.

He's accused me.

Let him defend his lies. It's my right, sire.

But the lad is no match...

The accused knight demands

a trial by combat.

He cannot be refused.

Prince Valiant, will you accept Sir Gawain

to fight in your stead?

No, sire.

Not here, Sir Brack.

I am the accused.

I have a choice of time and place.

Here and now!

Stand aside.

No, Valiant. No!

Take care of her, sir.

Valiant!

Oh, Val.

Thank you, sir,

for wanting to fight for me.

You'll never need anyone

to fight for you, boy.

I... I brought her

back to you, sir.

No man ever had

a squire like you, Val.

Don't you realise that her sister

told me the truth,

how you were a young fool,

and I was an old one, which is worse.

We both had things to learn.

The truth hurts sometimes, but it's

the only thing to build happiness on.

We thought you were both dead.

Ilene and I began by consoling each other.

Now we're...

we're making a habit of it.

God bless you.

Kneel, squire.

With this sword, Excalibur,

I, Arthur, King of the Britons,

strike thee once, twice, thrice

and dub thee knight

of our most Christian order,

the knights of the Round Table.

Rise, Sir Valiant.

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