Sword Of The Valiant: The Legend Of Sir Gawain And The Green Knight Page #3

weren't to meet yet.

Give him back.

You're spoiling my game.

And if I give him back...

what will you give me

in return?

You have interfered

with my game...

with your black deeds

and trickery...

and now you dare

to bargain with me?

No one bargains

with the Green Knight! No one!

Hmm. Quite impressive.

But stay with me tonight...

and show me some better tricks.

- Please?

- Well, we'll see.

Linet! Linet!

Now, where is

the brave young knight...

who so readily accepted

my challenge?

What?

The year half over, and

still no answers to my riddle.

- It's impossible!

- Of course it is.

The more you cheat,

the harder it becomes.

Cheat? What do you mean?

You're not playing my game,

Gawain.

You have a ring,

and it does not belong to you.

But Linet gave it to me!

You shall not have it!

"Where life is gladness...

emptiness"!

Hey, stop!

Wait!

You won't get much out of them,

young man.

They've taken a vow of silence.

I do most of the talking

for them...

as we wander around the land.

But where are we?

Is this near Lyonesse?

Lyonesse?

My dear friend, nowhere

is near this forsaken place.

Then she is gone...

and I'm lost.

It was gladness. Now emptiness.

You speak in riddles.

I'm trying to solve one.

Come, tell me about it,

I beg you.

These brothers

are boring company.

Day after day, not so much

as a belch or a fart.

I'll catch them up.

Good friar,

you seem a wise fellow.

What do you know of riddles?

Ha! Wise?

Don't let these robes fool you.

I've been everything

from a hopeless juggler...

to a rather accomplished

pick-pocket.

But now I am too fat

to run fast enough.

Ha! And who would think

under my habit...

I have that very fine ring

you had in your pocket.

You what?

Ah, it's in the blood.

I can't stop myself.

You see these?

I relieved a certain Baron

Fortinbras of their weight.

Nice, aren't they?

But really, riddles, I can't do.

I can't even do hopscotch right.

But I didn't say

I couldn't help you.

A few miles back...

we passed the track

leading to the Rock of Wisdom.

Tell the sage there your riddle.

- Thank you, friar.

- You'll need this.

In exchange for these.

- What do you want?

- I've come to see the sage.

I'm afraid the sage is busy.

Maybe another day.

Oh, really?

All right, all right.

Maybe he's not that busy.

Come on.

What are you doing here?

Are you the sage?

Well, I've been called worse.

I'm trying to solve a riddle.

Riddles?

All I ever hear is riddles.

I know all about your riddle,

Sir Gawain.

All about it.

I can't be expected

to keep my eye on everybody.

Pass me the bottle

of hedgehog's spit, would you?

I'm not a nursemaid, you know.

The green one.

That's it.

- This is a terrible setback.

- I don't understand.

You're not playing the game.

The Green Knight's game.

You know about

the Green Knight?

Hmm. Of course I do.

What do you know of Linet?

All I know about Linet...

is you're supposed to leave

Lyonesse with her.

I tried.

The castle just sort of left me.

Hmm.

Where did you get that ring?

Linet gave it to me.

You realize what you've done,

Gawain?

You're free.

You're out of the game.

This is most irregular.

- Get me back.

- Back?

Get me back to Linet.

You realize if I get you back...

if you return the ring...

you must play the game.

You must stick to the rules.

Otherwise I can't help you.

I'm lost without her.

So be it.

Gawain...

are you prepared

for all the journey entails?

Yes, I am.

Remember the game.

Remember the game.

Remember the game.

Remember the game.

Gawain...

hunting shadows of the night?

Back to Lyonesse you go, Gawain.

Back to Lyonesse we go, Gawain.

My lady.

Linet?

Linet?

Linet!

I'm cold.

I'll get some wood.

I'll make you a fire.

- Humphrey!

- Gawain!

Where have you been?

What happened to you?

I tried to follow you.

You just seemed to disappear!

A maiden.

I'll have her.

But don't taint the goods,

Oswald.

She should be worth a pretty...

a very pretty ransom.

Help!

And next,

you'll be telling me...

she's been waiting for just you

all these ages.

I'll tell you, she is

the most beautiful creature.

Hey!

Don't be a fool!

There's at least ten of them,

probably more nearby.

Whoa.

Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Charming place.

- What do you think?

- Now, how do we get in there?

We'll walk in.

Are those knaves

the best you could find?

They were the only ones

fit enough, my lord!

Then they'll have to do.

Stand proud!

For today

you have joined the army...

of his most exalted highness

the Baron Fortinbras!

We'll rescue Linet and get paid.

Hope she can swim.

Quiet, you!

Or I'll silence you forever!

She's mine.

I claim her by right.

By right of being

the baron's son?

No. By conqueror's right.

I took her.

There's nothing more

need be said.

Do not forget that it is I...

your father's seneschal,

who is in charge...

of all things here

while he is away.

She's not for you,

nor for any man's touching...

until his return,

and when he does return...

it may well be

that he has his own ideas...

of what becomes of the maiden.

Tell me now...

are you bold enough

to cross your father?

So now... will you help me?

I'll help you, sir. Count on me.

Yes, I'll help.

Me, I will.

That's the way

I like to see you, lads!

Working!

Move it along like that.

Come across! Cut across!

Go on, show him, lad!

- Put your back into it!

- Gawain.

Come on, get in there!

Don't run away from it!

You...

you, with the fancy boots!

Don't you know how to use

a sword better than that?

No. Show me.

You see...

a sword...

is three feet

of tempered steel...

with death dancing

along every inch...

and hanging like a dark star...

on the very point.

You don't wield it

like a broomstick...

but so!

I was wrong.

You don't need any help from me.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you!

Gawain!

Gawain, no! Don't!

Don't.

Gawain.

We'll see

what kind of man you are.

Take him to the dungeons.

Another one for Oswald?

Oh. This one's special.

He gets

the personal attention, eh?

Does your mother know

you do this for a living?

You won't be laughing soon.

Comfortable?

We're going to have...

a little fun.

Just... just like before.

Only this time,

I'm going to win.

And you... what's left of you...

will crawl slowly away.

You can scream if you want to...

and we have plenty of time.

And the rack is amply

long enough, even for you.

I think...

Baron Fortinbras...

he's come back.

He's already in the war room.

He sends me to find you.

So we must postpone

our little game.

Don't touch him

until I get back.

I don't want to miss anything!

No, no.

Give him a rest.

He mustn't be tired

for our next session.

Ahem. Don't waste

your strength, my son.

Save it for killing the devils.

My wandering friar.

My young friend

troubled with riddles.

Sir Gawain at your service.

Vosper.

A sadder, sorrier Vosper

than the one you met last.

Oh, I don't know.

I really didn't like

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