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At last!

And now,
for Excalibur!

These are the days of King Arthur.
Peace and prosperity rule the known world.

Only in one country remains locked
in the throws of Barbarism: Thule.

Home to the Vikings and King
Arthur's banished sister Morgan Le Fey.

A band of Viking Raders sets
out across the North Sea.

Armed with Merlin's Magical Book,

And Morgan's knowledge
of secret passageways.

They head towards the
fortified city of Camelot.

Where the chosen Knights of Brittan
are Celebrating there Annual Joust.

A perfect day to
sneak into the deserted Round Room.

And steal Arthur's one Symbol
of Power and Unity.

The Sword Excalibur.

For whoever weilds the Sword
can rule World.

Sir Gawain, are you alright?
Help me up.

For you my Darling Ilene, does my fiancé
desire more or has enough of the slaughter?

Tell the king I'm ready to...

Sir Gawain?
He's fine.

We-we just need a moment
to fix his armor.

Round Two!

Ah what nonsense is this?

Wait, what's going on?

Excalibur!

Val Let me back out there right now.

Leave us, Sir Gawain Prince Arn
will kill you!

Kill, What does death got to do with it?
This is a matter of honor.

For you, Sir Gawain.

It it possible we may conclude this farce
before the sun set? Mmm.

I must be Mad.

OK bring him down.

Hold on, Sir Gawain.

Come on then!

Yes!

When he wins too easily,
he bocomes so pompas.

Mace!

Which of you Vikings
wants the first dance?

Ah the opposition.

Do you surrendering?
Never!

Come on!

Don't step over the line!

Wo wo wo wo!

Your buldrc's undone.

What?
Sucker!

You broke my bloody nose!
You would have broken my bloody neck.

Hold on.
You are not...

Knights, to your mounts!

My sword...

Tartan!

It's the Scots.
They're the bloody Scots!

Assemble a Council of War.

And fighting men?
On lone to foreign allies mostly..

Without Excalibur, our allies and our
enemies alike

will think of us as powerless.

I have men assembled at Wrexham.

Archers, Horsemen, Cavalry.

Nearly 300. I can be at the
Scottish border in two days.

I can commission 200 Horsemen.

And me 100 Infantry.

150 Spearmen.
100 archers.

200 Archers.
150 Horsemen.

Sir Gawain?
Yes, who may that be?

It's Lady Ilene, of Brenman.
I can not receive visiters.

Oh please my Lord I-I depart so soon.

Surely you can spare a maiden a
few moments. I just wanted to...

Sir Gawain? I just wanted
to say how I admired your skill today.

It was nothing, really.
No it,

it takes a shrude warrior can make
to unseat my intended.

And I-I admire your courage. In trooth it's long been a dream of mine to...

No. You-You'd only laugh.

What?
Would I?

I want to be a knight.
And I want you to teach me how.

They-They say that the tribes in the
north pray to powerful women warriors.

I've heard tales of women who... that...

Pardon me my lady.

It alright.
I must, prepare myself for my journey.

I-I'm Sorry to have disturb
you, Sir Gawain.

Sir Gawain, the King
will see you in his chambers right away.

I think I can explain...
What I want to know

is how a squire manages to defeat one of
the most skilled knights in all of Brittan?

Luck?

So how bad is it with Sir Gawain?
Bad... Then I have a problem.

With all my able knights marching to
Scotland. I have none left

to undertake one other
important mission in my name.

Do you feel worthy enough to accept it?
Me Sire? Yes!

You, are going to help
me with Lady Ilene.

Whatever it takes my Liege.
I'm afraid it will take a little deception.

Lady Ilene, this is Sir Gawain.

He will see you safely to your homestead.

Sir Gawain? Of course, how fortuitous
to be escorted by such a knight.

Move them out Sergeant.

Thus Valiant disguised in Gawain's arm our

sets out to escort Princess Ilene

to the safety of her
her father's castle in Wales.

Whilst unbeknownst to him
Across the murky waters of the Mediaeval Sea.

The true thievs of Excaliur.
Sail home having succeeded in their plan.

Arthur and his knights mistakenly believe
the Scots have stolen Excalibur

soon the Vikings Raiders await the
drawbridge of the Thule castle...

Home of Sligon the Usurper.

You, your still alive?
Thank you for your consideration, dear brother.

Excalibur!
Now the world is mine.

On guard!

It is spelled.

Nonsense. Superstition offered in wars.

Not you.

Him!

It can only be removed by a True King.

Well, King Sligon of Thule?

Mmm...

Of course.

Just leave it there.
It makes quite a conversation piece.

No!

This sword is blessed by the gods of Avalon,
protected by the Lady of the Lake.

This is my brother's power.
This is what is written.

Then maybe you should
learn to read better.

If there is a no the who could pull it from
the stone, then my mirror will reveal it.

Come down, brother.

The Phoenix has professed,
Sir Gawain of Orkney!

Gawain's no king,
still, my magic never lies.

Get me,
that man!

Aren't you hot in that armor?
What makes you say that?

You got sweat pooring out of your ankles.
A knight's job is never comfortable.

One must always be prepared.
Oh I totally agree. Tell me more.

About?
Being a Knight.

Well, every man has a duty to
serve his King and Country.

But beyond that a Knight is born to defend
higher ideals: Honor, Justice, Freedom.

To make the world a safer place and,
in dooing so hope he becomes obsolete.

It's quite beautiful.
Really?

Now Imagine, what it must be like,

never be able to feel the things
witch you spoke.

Though I can.
Believe me I can. Gitty-Up.

You seem worried Sergeant.
You fear bandits?

I'm afeard of no one man Sir.

This is Brocéliande Forest home
of the Jabberwocky,

Fiercest Dragon in all of England.

Lady Ilene?

Who ever took Lady Ilene can not
have gotten far.

What aer you waiting for?

Shhh... Jabberwocky...

I havent yet meet a dragon that needed
trickery to catch a maiden.

Now move!
Spread out!

Spread out!

Lady Ilene?

Jabberwocky!

Lady Ilene?

You should feel lucky.
At leased I let your friend take the gold.

Unshackle me and we'll
see how lucky you are!

Unhand those women!

I think you have it the
other way around Lad.

Witch ever way, you heard me!

Ah Knight checks King...
However King takes Knight.

Put me down!

I've always wanted
a human cloak.

Catch me if you can little boy!

Humm...

It was you all along. I knew it.
I can explain.

The King sends me to death with a Surf.
Squire.

Sir Gawain's, whatever.

You remembered.
No I didn't.

I mean yes, I mean...
Why wouldn't I?

Because there were over a hundred
other Squires at that Joust.

Are you hurt?
Physical pain is the least of my problems.

Oh...

Princess Ilene!
Are you alright?

What sorcery is this?
Not sorcery, debortuary.

Are you unharmed, Princess Ilene?
Leave me alone!

She's fine.

The stranger seemed shocked to see
the Red Stallion Amulet

dangling from the young Knights neck...
A symbol he seems all too familliar with.

While back in Camelot... The wounded
Sir. Gawain has heard of Valiant's delay.

Gawain your in no condition to ride,
let alone to fight.

With all do respect Sir you read the
message from Branwyn.

Val hasn't arrived, I trained that boy,
he wouldn't delay without serious cause.

I have to help him if I can.

Good evening.

You Want me to look at it?

Squire, Knight, Doctor...
Is there no end to your talents?

I lay no claims on talants my Lady. But I have by
necessity been trained in the basics of medicine.

No touching. I am a princess after all,
and I'm to be married to a Real Prince.

Real, because he's honorable,
or real because he has title?

Don't!

Does it hurt?
Maybe.

Anywhere else?

You must admit, he's handsome.
The most handsome man in all of England.

Who?
Prince Arn, my fiancé.

Oh... him.
And here...

He's... very... very well dressed.

And

Educated.

It's not broken.

Excuse me? Your leg,
It should be fine, just badly bruised.

You should get some rest.
We leave here at first light.

Valiant, It was you in Gawain's
armor at the Joust wasn't it?

Gawain is like a brother to me.
I had to protect his honor.

And disfigure my fiancé's face in doing so?

I'm sorry.

We'd better get some sleep.

I don't recognise that as a British Crest.

I was orphan as a young boy,
raised by priests outside Camelot.

And you know nothing about your parents?
Your family?

I was brought there by a man
from a far away place.

He told them I was Valiant,
and that became my name.

This and my honor, are all I've ever had.

It's an honorable man who'd win a Joust
for a Knight of the Round Table.

Prince Arn would never
do anything so selfless.

Perhaps in some ways it's a blessing
to have grown up poor.

We're almost there.
Branwyn is just over, these hills.

Look, It's Douglas.

He's father's first hand man. He-he's the
one who taught me to ride and ride and.

You really must meet him.

No one can ever know.
My mission is complete.

Goodbye, My Princess.

Move it out.

Lady Ilene, take cover!

Hold on!

Bravo! And now I would like you
to come with me to Thule,

and help me with Excalibur.

You-you Vikings stole Excalibur!
Very good, Gawain of Orkney.

Very good.
He isn't Gawain, you stupid brute!

Don't listen to her she's only
saying that to protect me.

See!

Who are your friends, Val?

Grab them!

Look out!

The real Sir Gawain!
I take it this isn't a social visit?

Shut up, shut up...

Move!

Valiant?

Valiant!

Valiant?

Valiant?

Father!

If the Vikings have Excalibur,
they'll have the power to invade Britian.

Especially if we keep
fighting amongst ourselves.

My scouts have reported.

A Viking ship off the coast
of Merrion Cove, in Norfolk.

What of Sir Gawain?
What do they want of him?

I intend to find that as well.

But first I must ride to Scotland
and stop this senceless war.

I wish I could help more, but
I can't risk sending troops into England.

Than let me go Father.
Daughter...!

Take this with you. Give it to Prince Arn.
He won't believe you without it.

Prince Arn...
I'd forgotten about him.

So have I.

Could I borrow some armor?
I think this is begining to rust.

Valiant rides north
to prevent war.

Praying that Sir Gawain can
survive his Barbarian captors.

Long enough for him to summon help.

On the border, between North and South,

English and Scottish Armies prepare
for dawn's bloody raising.

Blocked roads,
bad weather...

I don't want to hear anymore excuses!
Arthur has ordered us to crush the Scots.

And until they surrender Excalibur.
That is exactly what we are going to do.

Sir a rider has come from
Branwyn with news!

Don't tell me the Welsh need
a slapping as well?

All we need is trouble the west.
You must call off the battle,

the Scots have been faulsly accused!

I'm telling the truth!
And Arthur lies?

Have we not crossed paths somewhare before?
I'm Squire to Sir Gawain.

Oh and now you come here to
command my army?

Princess Ilene of Branwyn gave me this,
she said you would know I speak true.

What have you done with her?
She's safe at home in Branwyn. No...

You must listen our war isn't with
the Scots, but with the Vikings!

And they've kidnaped Sir Gawain.
Kidnaped you say? Yes.

I know where their must be more.
We can still beat them to their ships.

I could ready the men.
No.

He's lying, I know it.
He's a Scottish spy.

Ilene would never have never
removed that ring.

Shouldn't we at least inform Arthur?
After I kill this traitor, Maybe.

I accept.
What?

A duel.
A duel?

You challenged me.
It's my right, is it not?

You have no rights here boy.
This is a Military Camp.

Are you afraid of me?
The lad has balls.

I don't believe this...
Afraid I might break your nose again?

You...!

Give me a lance!

A might unfair.
Excuse me.

Here lad, catch.

Come on...!

Finish it then! I came here for
your support, not your blood.

Ready our fastest horse William.

But your father left me strict...
Please?

They can't leave befor the next tide.
Gawain must be in the tent.

So you wern't lying?
Why would I lie?

As a man of honor Valiant,
you owe me an answer.

Did you ask the Princess for her ring?
Or did she volenteer it?

She did offer it.
Why?

Bacause she vowled to me
she would never remove it.

Unless she ever questioned I was
the man she truely loved or not.

But you are betrothrd.

I could never marry a woman
who didn't love me in return.

Who is this?

Lady Ilene! Lets go.
Nice chain mail. Thanks.

I don't know whoe crazier,
you or young Val.

Get back!

Sir Gawain?
Valiant?

Ilene? Prince Arn?
Sir Gawain?

What are you doing here?
Attempting a rescue.

You gave him my ring.
I ment to tell you.

Could we take this somewhere else?
Please? What's the plan?

Plan, these Norsmen are so drunk you could
drive a herd of cattle through their midst.

Sorry.
Thank you.

I think we have a problem.

Any other suggestions?

Valiant!

No, no it's too late!
It's too late!

There you are!

How do you wan't to die this time?
Old age.

Having killing Prince Arn and
thrown Valiant into the abyss,

Thagnar begins his journey back to
Thule with his two prisoners.

Princess Ilene and Sir Gawain...

Little does he know it's not Gawain he
needs to pull the sword from the stone.

As the sun rises over the
southern beaches of England

We find a small figure,
washed ashore by the morning tide.

Come here!

This is my master, master Roman.

That's right.

And I don't appreciate mistreatment
of my Squire.

"I don't appreciate mistreatment
of my Squire."

Remove your hand sir.

Any rules?

Good.

You. You should be in
prison paying for your crimes.

Come and have an ale with me.

What brings you to this coastal town?
Looking for you actually.

Which is an easy job.
You leave a trail like a Tuskin lepper.

What makes you so interested in me?
Call it curiousity. Hmm...

I'm Courious as well.
How can I get to Thule tonight?

I know a merchant vessil going to Thuel.

Doesn't come cheap though.

This should be enough for both of us.
Well, why would you want to go to Thule?

My name is Pechet. You called
me your Squire. Then so be It!

I demand to see the king!
Harem.

What? You can't do that with her!
She's a Princess!

Who the hell is Harem?

Wonder if she's a virgin?

Of course I'm a virgin.
I'm Princess Ilene of Branwyn.

We have all had kingdoms once.
Now were all just queens for a night.

I'm Monday.
I'm Tuesday.

I'm Wednesday.
And you're Thursday.

That's today.

He wouldn't dare touch a princess...

Would he?

Never. I'd no more help you win
Excalibur than the devil himself.

The Devil?
The enemy of the Christian?

Your father must
rolling in his pire.

Maybe he'll be more eger to help when
I start pruning back his toenails.

Leave me alone with Gawain.

I'm sure I can persuade him.

I say we kill them both
and be done with it.

He has a point my dear.
Now lets not be hasty.

Behind every great king,
there is a Sorcerer.

We don't need her to figure this out

What have you done? He was useless, I told
you there was no other hair to Thuel.

I saw him in the vision, we all did.
You did not have to kill him, after all.

What is it?
Another dream vision?

The Red Stallion.

Impossible you told me you had
slaufgtered them, every last one.

Then one must have gotten away..

What did I tell you,
passage to Thule.

You conviently left out the
part oabout rowing ourselves.

Oh tara firm.
How far to this Sligon's Castle?

We'll need horses.
Lets go borrow some.

Borrow? Borrow? This isn't Camelot.

Come on!
Good dog...

Where are we?
This isn't the castle.

Boltar you have returned!
Yes I have father.

And I bring you, Valiant.

Who are those people?
You may have forgotten us, young Valiant.

But we sure remember you.
Come.

Get away!
Get away!

Free people of Thule, gather round!

Durring the terrifing days when Silagon
was waging waraginst his own people.

Your father, King Aguar,
ordered me.

To take you, his only surviving heir,
into hiding.

I was wounded in a furious battle.

But thank the gods, my son Boltar,
managed to escape with you to England.

Where he left you in a Monistary.

I told Boltar to leave you
with the amulet.

Knowing that one day you'd seek out
your past, and liberate youe poeple.

This was your father's.

People of free Thule...

The Red Stallion has returned!

That's better.

Wait, wait, wait... No, no, no-no-no,
great-great, I can do this myself.

What a shame. Ahh...

What ia Asguards name are you doing?
I borrowed the witch's book.

Their are some interesting facts she
didn't want to bore us Barbarians with.

Give me the book!
"Once the Usurper, that would be you dies."

He starts his own Royal Lineage.
Right blood, Blue blood, with next in line.

That would be me.

Even if you could pull the
sword from the stone.

Your weak, big brother.
Weak and old.

Just because you cut people down, doesn't
make you a ruler. It makes you a murderer.

Do you think my people
would accept you as king?

I don't give them that, choice.

All this has made me lonely.
Fetch me the Princess.

For tomorrow we go to war!

Open up. It's time.

Shall we get this over with.

shit! The Prince is in.

Drink?
With a Barbarian like youself? Never.

But your mistaken, my little princess.
I'm no barbarian. I'm now, a king.

By right of birth, or death?
To Thursdays.

You Vikings are such romantics.

Speaking of wich...

Isn't it a little cold to be, romantic?

better?

If I'm going to let you touch me,
It's not going to be sober. Hmm...

Drink.
Cheers.

Guard!

I've been expecting you.

Who is my benefactor?

You're Morgan Le Fey,
King Arthur's banished sister.

What's it to you your a Viking,
not a Briton.

Where are Sir Gawain and Ilene?

Help me, and together we will find them.
I don't negotiate with traitors.

Oh Guards!

Back to Sleep.

What is it you want?
Your enemies are my enemies.

And that makes us, allies.

Together we can defeat this
pretender and rescue Excalibur.

The kingdom of Thule lies
to our feet like a treasure trove.

And all You have to do is to kill Thagnar.
What's in this for you?

Why, I will be your Queen.

Don't you see I'm Cursed.
I can only destroy, never create.

That's why I need you, the purist
bloodline to the throne.

Your innocence, my evil

The perfect balance,
the perfect marriage.

I can give you everything you
truely seek and more.

Together we can
be love and hate.

Just kiss me.

Oops...

Valiant?
Ilene!

What were you doing with her?
I was looking for you.

It did not look like that from here.
Where's Sir Gawain?

Quick, take Excalibur!

There is only room
for one Queen of Thule.

Hay fever.

I'll get you for thissss!

We have to stop meeting like this..

Who are you?

Son of Aguar, the last survivor
of The Red Stallion Clan of Thuel.

So you were the one all along.
Last Stallion.

Let's hope my pets have been lacking
for horse meat.

I've got an idea.

How about a miracle instead.

Still no sign from Valiant.
I'm going inside.

With this thing.
I've had plenty of practice.

Ready?
Alright on three now.

One two Three!

That's it swing! And back.

We're getting closer...

Now what?
I do not know.

I only figured it out this far.

Qualudium.

Valiant?

Yeah?

I never you told you, but I had a
dream about us, that we eloped.

Eloped
Ran away?

To a far place ware every man was
a Prince, every woman was a Princess.

Because I love you, Valiant.

I have since the moment we met.
You have?

With all my heart.

There's something
I haven't told you.

Ah kinda cute aren't they?
Pechet!

Faithful Squire at your service.
Found a bottle of this,

one should never leave drugs lying around.

Hurry Stallion!
I'll meet you at the door!

They're wake up now!

Open the door!

Are you helping?

Yours?

Thanks. Good luck, sir.
Come on.

Time to attack lads.
It is now or never.

Hey boldie!

Valiant!

How fiting only Kings remain.
There's only one king here.

Any rules?
Who dies first loses. Good.

Thagnar!

You're right, boy.
Their'ss only one king here.

Valiant!

No!!

I am Thagnar, the invincible!

Give me strength!

She can not die.

I'm Prince Valiant, but I'm
nothing without my love.

You can not give me my soul
and then take away my heart.

Give her life,
and I shall give mine in return..

Answer me, God!

Or forever inharet an enemy!

Answer me!

Valiant! Valiant!

Back in Camelot feeling abandoned
by the power of Excalibur.

King Arthur is about to make
a fateful decision.

I hereby handover cammand of
the British Isles to one of you.

My dream of Camelot has failed.

The sail.

Go on lad.

I, Prince Valiant, the
true heir to throne of Thule.

would like to return this the
sword Excalibur and offer

lasting peace between
our two nations...

you know, something like that.

England gladly accepts
such a generous offer,

and asks what
we can do in return.

Your blessing for a Viking
to marry a young Welsh princess

which he has fallen
deeply in love with.

Of course.

Prince Valiant! Prince Valiant!

Since he has re-established
peace in his newfound land,

and handed over Excalibur,
Valiant is knighted by Arthur,

and becomes one of the
knights of the Round Table.

This is here that his
further adventure begins.