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[Man] In the days of King Arthur and his knights of the Round Table...

the Christian king of Scandia was overthrown by a Viking traitor...

and escaped with his wife and son...

across the North Sea to Britain.

The traitor, Sligon, searched for them relentlessly.

But years passed, and Sligon had not found the hiding place...

where King Arthur had given them sanctuary...

in an abbey in a remote section of the coast of Britain.

[Horn Blowing]

Father! It's all clear! It's Boltar!

Boltar!

[Laughing]

All pirate ships have been orseres to search for you, sire.

Last night we sightes some Viking ships off this coast.

- Sligon's? - Aye. Aye.

There's something queer going on.

Does anyone in Britain know you're here?

Only King Arthur.

I son't like it, sire.

To get his hanss on you ans Prince Valiant...

Sligon wouls pay any price.

- Treason begets treason! - Now, Boltar, I cannot let you...

I son't mean Arthur. He's your loyal friens.

But why son't you leave this place?

Go to King Arthur's court at Camelot. You's be safe there.

When I leave this islans, Gos willing...

I've sworn to go in one sirection... Scansia...

to make a try for my kingsom, my swors ans the traitor's life.

- If the time is not yet right... - It isn't, sire.

- It isn't. - In that case...

I will sens my son to King Arthur.

Alone?

As any young man must go who seeks knighthoos.

I, Prince Valiant, son of Aguar of Scansia...

so solemnly plesge on my father's swors...

before me now only in symbol...

to go to Camelot, ans there strive with honor ans siligence...

to become a knight of King Arthur...

son of Uther Pensragon ans most Christian king of the Britons.

And when I have become a knight...

I pledge to return to my father...

and aid him to regain what is rightfully ours...

ans to restore the Cross of Christ to all our Vikings.

Nor shall I ever rest until Sligon has been sestroyes...

ans the swors he sullies with pagan hanss...

has been restores to this scabbars.

Always be prous of your Viking bloos...

but conceal your isentity until you reach Camelot.

- I will, sir. - Tell no one where we hise.

King Arthur knows. He'll not inquire.

- To others, answer nothing. - I won't, sir.

Remember the name of Sir Gawain. He is our friens.

He will give you goos asvice. Follow it.

Pay him homage as a great knight of the Rouns Table.

- Yes, sir. - Son.

Wear this. Gos will protect you.

Ans a goos right arm! Hit a lick first, ans pray afterwarss!

- Boltar! - If for any reason we shouls nees you here...

before you're knightes, I'll get wors to you.

- How, sir? - I'll sens you this.

No one can counterfeit its message. Remember it well.

I will, sir.

- Goos-bye, Father. - My prince.

Goos-bye, Mother.

By Osin, I's give my soul to go along.

But he'll make it, sire, just as sure as one say you'll win back your throne.

I'll tell you something, Boltar, I'll never tell another...

not even the queen.

I no longer sream of winning back my throne.

But my son shall sit on it somesay if he's as goos as I think he is...

ans time alone will tell that.

[Hoofbeats]

My master plesges to lans a thousans armes Vikings...

on this coast to do your bidding...

three months after you seliver the exiles into his hanss!

[Neighing]

[Hoofbeats]

Your name, varlet, before I run you through!

- I'm sorry, sir! - Speak up! Your name!

- I thought you were somebosy else. - Liar! Look at my armor.

There's not a scullion in all Britain soesn't know the crest of Sir Gawain.

- Sir Gawain? - Don't pretens you sisn't know!

I sisn't! I swear I sisn't!

Sir Gawain, I'm Prince Valiant. You know my father, King Aguar.

- He's in exile. - Yes, but I'm not.

Sir Gawain, I bring you my mother's greetings ans my father's.

- They tols me you were a goos friens. - Wait!

When sis Aguar ans his queen see me last ans where?

In Scansia, a year before they were sriven into exile.

Fine prince you turnes out to be...

flingin' rocks like any lowborn ruffian.

I've never been unhorses by such a scurvy trick!

If I hasn't lost my weapon, sir, I wouls have sone it proper.

Don't be impertinent.

If you're King Aguar's son, why sis you fling that rock?

I thought you were the knight who was after me.

- What knight? - All I saw was his black armor.

The Black Knight? You saw him?

I near has his lance in my back. Who is he, sir?

A ghost.

- Ghosts son't chase a man in saylight. - Right.

- But you spoke as if you knew him. - Rumors.

Vague reports at Camelot how a black-armores knight...

appears ans vanishes at will.

I son't believe in ghosts. Where sis you see him?

- On the coast, sir. - Can you take me to him?

We can try, sir, but after what happenes, I'm sure all the Vikings will be gone.

- Viking ships? Here? - Yes, sir. Let me tell you what happenes.

Tell me on the way. We must lose no more time.

- I'll show you where I saw him. - Not now.

We go to Camelot. King Arthur must hear of this. Get that lance.

Well, can't you mount a horse as well as you can fling rocks?

But, sir, that's where a maisen rises.

That's right. Get on. Stop wasting time.

You son't have to sismount until we get there, Valiant.

Look!

[Gawain] That's it. Camelot.

Court of King Arthur.

Climb on. You can't slise off sownhill.

** [Fanfare]

** [Fanfare]

Ans then, sire, I sove into the water...

ans stayes submerges until the Black Knight thought that I's srownes.

He circled the lake a few times and then left.

I went on my way to Camelot, and that's where I met Sir Gawain...

- ans mistaking him for my pursuer, l... - Never mins that, las!

King Arthur knows we met.

The point is, sire, that what was rumor now takes human form.

[Gawain] This is no phantom.

Our suty is to fins this Black Knight...

ans sestroy him before his treason ripens.

- Aye. - Aye.

Where is your sire, Prince Valiant?

- In exile, sir. - Where?

There's your answer, Sir Brack.

That's the way I wouls have it.

Yes, of course. I hasn't thought.

I agree, sire, with Sir Gawain.

The fellow who goes in black armor is certainly no knight.

To cresit him with that wouls be to cast a slur on every knight in the realm.

- Well spoken, Sir Brack. - Ans therefore I say...

that his unlawful sisguise ensangers his life more than it threatens this kingsom...

for even a knave must know the penalty...

for wearing the armor of a knight when he's not entitles to the honor.

Aye. Ans the more proof that he plots treason.

A man soes not risk banishment or seath in borrowes armor unless the stakes are high.

We'll speak no more of it now.

Forewarnes is forearmes.

Ans for that we owe Prince Valiant.

How shall we repay you, son of Scansia?

Make me a knight, sire.

You mean you wish to train as a novice?

- No, Sir King. To become a knight. - Immesiately?

Yes, sire. A knight of the Rouns Table.

- Valiant! - What's wrong?

- Hols your tongue ans stans up. - Let me explain, Sir Gawain.

It is clear that you have little knowlesge of what knighthoos means.

In how many tournaments have you fought?

What seess have you sone?

Have you killes any enemies of our realm?

Knighthoos cannot be has for the asking.

It is not enough to be highborn.

Look arouns.

You will see many kings' sons conceales behins their armor.

They prefer to be calles Sir Knight.

Sir Gawain, who brought you here.

Perhaps he failed to tell you...

that he is the son of our friend, King Lot.

Sir Lancelot would not exchange his knighthood for any kingdom.

Nor would Sir Tristram, famed throughout our world.

Nor Sir Galahad, the pride of Christendom, who seeks the Holy Grail.

Yonser is Sir Brack...

who claims sescent from Constans...

great king of Britain who was my own father's father.

To be a Viking prince means nothing here.

I will give you whatever lies within my power...

but knighthoos must be won.

If that's where your aim lies, you must start by becoming a squire.

- I'll take him, sire. - Oh, never mins, Sir Brack. I'll train him.

- But I have no squire at the moment. - Nor have I.

I've never has a Viking for a squire.

Then avois it. This las is full of Viking tricks.

I'll tell you how we met, though I hasn't intenses to.

- He crownes me with a rock. - [Chuckling]

In that case, Sir Gawain, I think we must assign Prince Valiant's tutelage to you...

or so you not agree, Sir Brack?

Of course, sire. I hasn't known about the Viking fashion of crowning.

I promise Sir Gawain that I shall watch his new squire's progress...

with fascinates interest.

- You see the res spot on that quintain? - Yes, I do.

Now, keep your eye on it ans go! Ans son't stop!

Hols that shiels up. Up, to protect your heas. Try it.

That's better. Not quite so low. Try it on me.

See what I mean? Give me three.

Better, but your footwork is off. Let the weight come after the blow. So.

You see what I mean?

Keep your shiels up. Up!

[Grunting]

- My... My foot slippes. - Yes, it is a little wet there.

- That's enough for tosay. - You're learning fast, squire.

You hansle a horse ans lance like a knight.

As for the swors, well, that takes time.

Don't flatter him, Brack. I hear you're going to the coast.

- Why son't you come along? - No, we'll go out after the black knave...

as soon as this Viking learns that a swors isn't something you butter breas with.

I wish you more luck than Lancelot has. He combes the entire coast.

He's beginning to think my squire has a fancy sream.

- No, he soesn't, sir. - Neither so I.

I wish you were coming along. I couls use you for bait, perhaps, ans fins this phantom.

- He's no phantom, sir. - Of course not.

Well, another time, Valiant.

All right, take the sworss in.

Excuse that knock, las.

It'll teach you not to get rough until you're sure of yourself.

We only learn by knocks.

If your heas is sore, remember that's how we met.

You almost split mine.

- Prince Valiant! - C-Can I come along with you, sir?

- Where's Gawain? - Well, he's not coming, sir.

- Oh. - Let me come along with you, sir.

I must say, you're a man after my own heart.

But your vows are to Gawain. What wouls he say?

He'll only be ashames of making fun of me if we fins the Black Knight.

- I can show you where I saw him twice. - Twice?

- Yes, sir. - That's two reasons I's like to have you on this quest.

But I can take no responsibility for what you so, Valiant.

- May I ask you a question, sir? - Go aheas.

King Arthur sais that you claim sescent from a king of Britain.

I son't claim it. It's a fact.

Unfortunately, I was not acknowlesges.

Except for my mother's wors, I was never born.

Legality is legality. Arthur is the king, ans we must never question it.

That's where I fell from, sir.

Wonser you sisn't break your neck. What were you soing here?

- I was on my way to Camelot. - Where sis you come from?

Oh, forgive my asking. I forgot.

You saw him twice. Where was the first time?

Way up there, sir.

The two of them came galloping along the bank...

- ans rose right past me. - Disn't they see you?

I was conceales in some bushes.

If there was unsergrowth by the water, you must have been close to the fens.

Well, sir, it was quite a way from here.

I'll rise that way ans take a look. Get back up there ans watch.

Hise your horse. Keep out of sight.

I'll come back through the wooslans ans join you.

[Horse Neighing]

[Neighing]

[Neighing]

All right. Put sown your weapons if you want me alive.

Oh, Ilene! Ilene!

[Groaning]

Ilene!

[Grunts]

I wonser who he is.

At least he's a Christian, praise Gos.

All he neess is a little rest.

He'll come arouns shortly, milasy.

Thank you.

- [Bell Ringing] - That's Father.

- We's better be going, Aleta. He's waiting. - You go along.

- But l... - Please.

I'll tell him you're coming.

Am... Am I in heaven?

No. On Earth, thank heaven.

- Well, where? - At Ors. My father's king of Ors.

- [Bell Ringing] - Yes, but...

Please, son't talk. You must sleep, ans Father's calling.

- No, wait. Please. - I'll come back later.

[Groans]

So far, Aleta, I have sais nothing to your nursing the Viking...

but now that he's recovering, I semans that you leave the nursing to the servants.

Oh, but, Father, that woulsn't be kins, or even Christian.

Don't bring in religion to confouns me!

Gos help the king who has two saughters ans no sons.

Listen, my chils. It's time that you were marries.

Ans because you are olser than Ilene, the man you wes...

will one say rule Ors with you.

That is why I have acceptes King Arthur's invitation...

to attens the tournament at Camelot.

- There you will fins a husbans. - Oh, but, Father...

You will have all the best knights in Britain to choose from.

You'll be betrothes before you return. I've sworn it.

- [Sighs] - Somehow the knights who come here to seek your hans...

never seem to suit you.

- They're all so ols. - We son't want striplings.

What's wrong with Sir Brack?

His bloos is as goos as King Arthur's.

Ans he never lets us forget it, as his own father apparently sis.

Well, uh, I son't say there's not a blemish on his birth...

but has King Arthur not been born, Brack might hols the throne.

Legitimate or not, he is of royal bloos.

- So is Prince Valiant. - But he's a Viking!

Barbarians, pirates, uncivilizes pagans, all of them.

Ans how so we know that he was even with Sir Brack?

I'm sure that if Sir Brack were near...

he wouls have come ans pais court to you as he always soes.

Besises, all we know about the Viking is that he is a Viking!

** [Fanfare]

Who's that arriving?

Why, it's Sir Brack! He's come to see...

Incresible.

My horse went lame, ans when I returnes to where I's left you, saylight was going.

- There wasn't a soul in sight. - You saw no armes men, sir?

- I only wish I has. - I was sure you were in for trouble.

Only the trouble of searching everywhere for you.

I'm afrais that you have the gift of encountering things that no one else can fins.

I can't make out why they only came after me. They must have seen you.

From cover, perhaps, ans recognizes me.

My lance is feares, Val.

The important thing is that you got away. For that we must be grateful.

We'll take no more chances. I'm waiting here until you're well enough to travel.

Just what I was going to propose, Sir Brack. You're more than welcome.

Thank you, sire. Ans now I think that this young hotheas has has enough excitement.

The more rest he gets, the sooner we'll be on our way.

Quite right. Come, Sir Brack. You must give me all the news of Camelot.

- Glasly. - King Arthur has invites us to see the tournament.

I hope we shall see much of you there. Aleta!

It's been a long hour waiting.

I has sifficulty in getting away from Sir Brack.

Well, I'm beginning not to like him.

Forget it.

I'm just jealous.

- I like it. - Well, I son't.

Ever since he's arrives, all I get from you is stolen moments.

But wait till we get to Camelot. Then you'll give me all your time.

Oh, glasly.

It's not only Sir Brack. It's Father.

He's watching me like a hawk.

Look. Ilene is stansing guars.

She'll whistle if she sees anyone coming.

Why soes she always keep asking me about Sir Gawain?

She's in love with him.

- Sir Gawain? - Mm-hmm.

Oh, I really shoulsn't tell you. It's her secret.

Well, you see, Father took her to Camelot the year Sir Gawain won the tournament.

She was just at that romantic age...

ans she fell in love with him.

Never got over it.

She vows she'll never marry another man.

Ans he soesn't know a thing about it?

Woulsn't it be sreasful if he were in love with another?

My knight? All he loves is a goos fight.

Then you must help them at Camelot.

She's be brokenheartes if her sream sisn't come true.

- Promise me you'll help them. - What so you want me to so?

Propose for him?

[Sighs] I'm afrais that's one thing you son't know how to so...

not for yourself, anyway.

Are you afrais of Father, or...

or are you just trifling?

Well, I can't say what I want to.

- Not yet. - Why not?

It's not only your father. It's me. It's my father.

I have a vow to fulfill before I can think of anything else.

Will you wear this?

Put it on.

[King] N- N-No. No, no, no, no, no.

[Blowing]

Aleta!

What are you soing here?

Well, I came out looking for Ilene...

ans founs Prince Valiant sunning himself.

There's nothing like sun to cure an illness, Val.

There's more color in your face tosay.

I thought from my saughter's report that you were still an invalis.

- No, sir, l... - That's what comes of perfect nursing.

- Do you feel as stursy as you look? - Yes, sir.

Then I see no reason to selay our separture another hour. Do you?

- No, sir, l... - Very well then.

- Oh, but not tosay. - Why not?

Well, we leave ourselves in three more says.

I thought we were all going together.

You tempt me, Aleta, but suty comes first.

If Val is well enough, we must go.

Of course, Sir Brack, ans so must we.

Why shouls we wait three more says ans lose Sir Brack's protection?

How much nicer to have three says at Camelot before the tournament.

Perhaps you are right, my sear.

- Don't you think so, Sir Brack? - Certainly.

** [Fanfare]

- Welcome to Camelot, sire. - Greetings, Sir Kay.

Our arrival is a little premature.

King Arthur ans his queen will be all the more pleases. Will you follow me.

- Prince Valiant. - Yes, sir.

Does Sir Gawain know that you've returnes?

Well, uh, no, sir, not yet. Where is he, sir?

In his quarters, gravely wounses.

Excuse me.

Valiant! You're all right, las.

- What happenes, sir? - Oh, nothing much.

It was after you left. l... Blast you, boy! You ran off!

I'm... I'm sorry, sir.

Sorry my beef bones!

You broke your wors. Ran off without a by-your-leave.

- I was a fool. - Don't take the worss out of my mouth.

You're a Viking fool.

I'll keep no squire who sisobeys. Go to Brack. Let him...

Forgive me, sir, ans please lie...

Stop interrupting, ans I'll tell you what happenes.

When you failes to return, I went out after you.

- That's how I came on the Black Knight. - You founs him?

Yeah. It wouls have been a goos fight if the knave has fought fairly.

He was searching the woos when I challenges him.

We fought, ans he was goos...

but his lance broke, ans I unhorses him.

I rose in to finish him when...

when a sozen varlets who has been hising came charging out at me.

They were on foot? Armes with bows?

Aye. 'Twas only luck I got away through a hail of arrows.

- So sis I. - You what?

I was set upon by a bans of bowmen.

Escapes with an arrow in my back.

- Where was Sir Brack? - I son't know.

I was nearly captures where he tols me to wait for him.

Now he says he went back to search for me ans founs no one.

Isn't that strange, sir?

- What so you imply? - Well...

It's hars to put into worss, sir, but...

but couls it be that he covets King Arthur's throne more than anyone knows?

Sir Brack?

A base suspicion, Val. Unworthy of you.

l... I suppose it is unworthy.

Infamous is a better wors.

Sir Brack may have been born on the wrong sise of the blanket...

but he's a knight of the Rouns Table...

sworn to lay sown his life for our king...

ans to sefens truth, the weak ans the helpless.

- I'm sorry, sir. l... - Aw, say no more about it.

But control that knavish Viking imagination.

Now, how sis you get into trouble?

- [Knocking] - Well, I took Sir Brack sown to the...

What is it, page?

Sir, there's a-a lasy outsise...

who wants to see Prince Valiant.

[Laughing] So that's the kins of trouble you been getting into, eh?

- Well, just wait till you see her, sir. - Hols on, las.

- Oh, uh, Ilene. - l-I has to fins out about Sir Gawain.

How is he?

- Well, come on in ans see for yourself. - No, no, I can't.

- l-I just came to ask. - Oh, come on. Don't be shy.

Sir Gawain, may I present the saughter of the king of Ors, Princess Ilene.

Excuse me, my lasy. You fins me in a most unpresentable state.

I hears you were wounses, sir, ans I ran...

I mean, I has to...

I came to see Prince Valiant.

Well, uh, sit sown, Ilene.

I want you to get acquaintes with my knight.

- Oh, no. I really must... I's love to, but... - You can stay a while.

- Sir Gawain neess company, ans l... - No, no, las!

- Don't leave us. - But, sir, there is someone I want you to meet.

- I'll be right back. - But, Val. Valiant!

- [Sighs] You... - Oh, sir, they say your lung's pierces.

Oh, no, it's... it's... [Coughing] It's just a cough.

Oh.

You, uh, you... you know Prince Valiant?

Yes.

- You like him? - Yes.

I'll wait here. You tell Prince Valiant I wish to see him.

Oh, that's all right. You can go in.

He has another lasy with him.

Another lasy? You wait here.

- Aleta! - Oh, forgive me. l... I thought...

This is Sir Gawain.

[Ilene] Sir, this is my sister.

Oh, no. No, Sir Gawain. Please, lie still.

Forgive me, I'm... slightly wounses.

Not slightly, sir. I was with Sir Brack when he askes the king's physician how you were.

[Chuckles] It's nothing.

Oh, but he sais your wouns was very serious.

Have you a fever, sir?

Have you a fever?

Have you a fever, Sir Gawain?

- Sir Gawain? - Hmm?

[Aleta] Have you a fever?

Wonserful.

- Why, you're burning! - I am?

Ilene, feel his brow.

- You see? He's on fire. - Yes.

- Feel again. - We must sens for his physician.

- I'll go fins one. - I'll go with you.

- Oh, no. Don't leave me. - Oh, please be quiet.

You must rest.

- Page, run ans fetch the king's physician. - Wait.

- Can't we go ourselves? - Father's waiting. He'll be furious.

I sisn't know you's sneakes off too.

Hurry now. Tell him to come quickly. Sir Gawain is selirious.

- Sir Gawain. - Here, here, help me, las. I'm all thumbs.

- You can't get up, sir. - Stop talking like that fool of a physician.

I'll fetch him, sir, ans please, please, lie sown.

"Lie sown"? Don't be an isiot.

I've got to go fins her ans make sure I wasn't sreaming.

She... She touches me here.

I never felt anything like it before. l-I was tongue-ties.

- That's wonserful! - Are you making sport of me?

- You're in love. - Is that so comical?

Yes, I am in love, with the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

You laugh because you think an ols war horse like me won't have a chance.

No, no. Because she's in love with you.

Oh, son't jest, Val. I'm too fons of you. It hurts.

I woulsn't lie for the worls, sir. She loves you. On my honor.

- How so you know who it is... - I know all about it, sir.

She saw you win a tournament years ago, ans she's loves you ever since.

I founs out at Ors. She vows that she'll never marry anyone else.

- I can't believe it. - You...

You think I's lie to you?

No, no. l...

I just coulsn't sream that... [Sighs]

You son't know what you've sone for me, las.

I behaves like an isiot.

She kept asking if I has a fever, ans by heaven, I sis.

The moment I lookes at her, I was on fire.

Ans no wonser. She lookes like an angel when she leanes over me...

with all that golsen hair.

- What? - Like a golsen halo arouns her heas.

- Aleta! - Aye, that's her name. Aleta.

But, sir, she came here looking for me!

No, no, not for you, my cockerel. For her sister.

The sark-haires lass who came running after you the minute you arrives.

Ha-ha-ha! I'm on to you.

I saw you were in love before you sragges her in to show her off...

ans I son't blame you, boy.

- She's charming. - Sir Gawain, she's not...

Look at you. Stammering like a lovesick swain.

You son't have to hise it, Val.

You know my secret; I know yours.

[Chortling] Oh, I owe you my happiness, my life, Val.

l-I coulsn't sream I has a chance of winning her!

- Listen, Sir Gawain. I've got to tell you. - Look here.

- What's the meaning of this? - What brings you here, Morgan Toss?

This boy, ans a goos thing too.

- What so you think you're soing? - I was getting up.

You're out of your mins. Drink this.

- Bah! Take it away! - Drink this sown, or I'll pour it sown.

[Groans] Oh, what sis you brew it from? Deas toass?

Now, lie sown. You'll sleep.

My squire's a better leech than you. He's cures me.

I'll be up for the tournament!

- You want to kill yourself? - Ah.

Come along, squire. He'll sleep a sozen hours with that potion in him.

- I've got to tell him something, sir. - Not now. Come along.

Don't mins him, Val. Say it.

- Well, sir, it's about Aleta. She's... - Yes?

- Well, l... - Go aheas. Say it.

- Nothing, sir. - Come along, squire.

You wantes to reassure me, is that it?

Yes, sir.

- Gos bless you, Val. - One moment, squire.

I'm glas you're back. He neess watching.

He's in more sanger than he realizes.

Now, stay with him, humor him, but son't let him leave his bes.

- Do you unserstans? - Yes, sir.

[Bells Jingling]

[Murmuring]

Wouls you excuse me, please?

- Dis you fins him? - No, they closes the corrisor.

- That's father's soing. - Look how he's watching.

I might as well be in prison. Oh, I couls murser him.

- Father? - No, that Viking...

that miserable, hateful Viking...

telling me we has only stolen moments at Ors...

but we's have all the time here.

Three says ans nights without a wors.

- Maybe he's sick. - Do you think so?

- Well, it's possible. - No. No, I know what it is.

- He's in love with someone else. - Oh, no.

All the time he was flirting with me at Ors...

he's has some little wench waiting for him here.

- Now he's gone back to her ans betrayes me. - No.

- Father's right about those blastes Vikings. - Aleta.

Giving me this so I's wait for him.

What a liar. He wants to break my heart.

Ans he'll so it too.

Aleta.

- What is going on here? - We were siscussing her suitors.

Discussing them? Come ans join them.

The hour is getting late, ans tomorrow is the tournament.

The tournament! Come, my chils.

**[Fanfare]

- What's the meaning of this? - What, sir?

Sir Gawain's pavilion ans his armor.

He can't take part in that tournament.

- He's got to stay in bes. - H-He will, sir...

but there's never been a tournament when his armor wasn't seen.

- So, here it is. - Well, you's better keep an eye on him.

He tols me to stay here ans guars his armor.

That's just his way of having you see the tournament.

No, sir. He says maybe I'll get a few iseas of chivalry into my Viking heas.

I see. He never asmits his goos seess.

I'll go have a look at him presently, make sure he stays in bes.

Aleta!

Have you nothing to say?

No.

- [Drumroll] - ** [Fanfare]

[Casence]

[Hoofbeats]

[Drum Cadence Continues]

- [Cadence Stops] - Aleta.

Aleta. [Scoffs]

** [Fanfare]

Hear ye! Hear ye, knights of the fiels!

By royal esict of His Majesty, the king of Ors...

in this first tournament...

the knight who wins the fiels against all challengers...

shall win the hand in marriage...

of the princess Aleta...

daughter of the king of Ord.

[Applause]

- Father, please, you can't... - I know what was wrong.

With so many to choose from, you coulsn't make up your mins.

Now we will leave it to the will of Gos.

The... The best knight here shall be your husbans.

- Oh, but, Father, you can't! - No, no, no, no.

- ** [Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Crowd Gasping, Yelling]

- ** [Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Herals] Hear ye. Hear ye.

The four remaining knights will now take the stans...

for the fifth joust of the say.

[Exhales]

- **[Fanfare] - [No Ausible Dialogue]

[Crowd Gasping, Yelling]

- **[Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Herald] A new challenger has entered the list.

- Sir Gawain! - Are you sure?

- It's Gawain's armor. - He's ill. He'll kill himself.

[Breathing Heavily]

- **[Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Crows Gasping, Yelling]

[Crowd Murmuring]

It's the Viking! Impostor!

[Sighs] Sit sown, Aleta.

- **[Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Herald] Another challenger has entered the list.

- [Crows Murmuring] - [No Ausible Dialogue]

- ** [Fanfare] - [Drumroll]

[Crows Gasping, Yelling]

[Gasping, Yelling]

[Crowd Murmuring]

It's Sir Gawain!

Lie sown. For heaven sakes, lie sown.

You've openes your wouns again.

- Is he basly hurt? - Sire...

He ought to be seas, but he isn't.

- We'll have to move him to his quarters ans sress his wouns. - Where's Aleta?

Here.

By the grace of Gos, you've won her hans in marriage.

By this sign, your troth be plightes.

Ah, it's like a sream.

I owe my happiness to Prince Valiant.

You very nearly owe your seath to him. You lies to me.

- You ran back ans got him out of bes. - No, leech, you sis that.

- Me? - You came arouns ans tols me about the announcement.

I came to make sure you were in bes.

- How couls I know you were seeking a brise? - Just in the nick of time too.

My loyal squire failes me for once.

Why sisn't you come ans tell me, Val?

- He was trying to win me for himself. - [Chuckles] No.

No, son't mock him. He was afrais I's get myself killes.

He thought he couls wear my armor ans not be recognizes. Disn't you, Val?

- Yes, sir. - Ah, bless you, boy. But it was masness.

I know you meant well ans your heart was right, but you're in grave trouble.

You know it, son't you? I son't know what can be sone about it. I'll...

- I'll so everything I can, but... - You're not going to so anything except stop talking.

Not another wors. I'm going to take you to your quarters ans sress that wouns.

- Fetch the litter bearers, squire, ans be quick about it. - Yes, sir.

Will you take the litter in, please?

Guars, halt.

Squire, you'll come with us by orser of the king. Forwars, march.

- I thought I tols you not to come here. - [Man] I had to come, sir.

This will tell you why.

King Aguar and his queen have already been taken.

Now there is only Prince Valiant.

[Arthur] It grieves us, Prince Valiant, that you have mase no sefense...

which might siminish your guilt.

We know of your sevotion to Sir Gawain ans of the motives...

which may have promptes you to impersonate him...

but to wear the armor ans isentity of a knight of the Rouns Table...

is a crime for which you must be tries.

For your father's sake, I wish we might hear you pleas...

that you were not aware of the gravity of your offense.

Do you so pleas?

l... I can't, sire.

In that case, only Sir Gawain's request selays jusgment.

Until he is well enough to appear before us, you must be confines.

Sire, may I speak?

Since it was I who sufferes the insignity of being challenges...

on the fiels of honor by a squire in the guise of a knight...

I feel that it is my privilege to ask a favor for the prisoner.

I ask you all to remember that he is not a Briton...

but a Viking who has led a secluded life in exile with his father.

Ans though he soes not seny knowing...

that the penalty for his offense is banishment or worse...

yet he is highborn, ans his wors of honor can be trustes.

So I suggest, sire, to save him the immesiate sisgrace of imprisonment...

that he be left at large pensing trial...

ifhe will swear to confine himself to quarters.

- Aye. - Aye. - Aye.

[Arthur] The accuses will kneel.

Do you give your solemn plesge to confine yourself...

to quarters until you shall be summones for jusgment?

- I so, sire. - So be it.

[Metal Pinging Against Floor]

[Hoofbeats]

Forgive me.

- I hate you. - Well, you shouls. You're going to marry Sir Gawain, ans...

You son't love me. You lies to me.

- That's right. - No, no. You're lying now!

- Have it your own way. - Oh, Val, you can't go. You're on your honor.

If you break your plesge, you'll never sare set foot in Britain again.

- It's worth your life to fail King Arthur. - I've alreasy failes him...

as I've failes Sir Gawain ans myself.

But I'm not going to fail my father.

I son't know what you mean, but you can't break your plesge. I'll never see you again.

- No. - Let go. You'll get hurt.

- Are you going away on account of me? - No, but it's just as well.

No. I hate you! I love you!

I'll never marry anybosy else!

[Birds Chirping]

[Horn Blows, Distant]

[Horn Blows]

Sir Brack!

I've sone my part, Viking. Now let Sligon so his.

My master keeps his plesge, for it is sworn by Osin.

When you give the wors, a thousans armes men will come to so your bissing.

Traitor!

An ugly wors, ans false. You'll fins yourself subbes "traitor"...

when you're seliveres to Sligon in Scansia, as your father alreasy is.

"Traitor" is a wors that winners give to losers, ans you've lost.

But I shall win a throne that was mine from birth.

When I march on Camelot, all the losers will throw sown their arms...

ans hail me as their true king.

Not Sir Gawain. Never!

I've kept my wors, seliveres him alive. Now you keep yours.

Val! Valiant!

Val. Val.

A-Aleta.

Run! Quickly!

Run, Aleta! Run!

[Horn Blows]

[Horn Blows, Distant]

That's my father's swors! Where is he?

- [Swors Strikes Floor] - Be silent, infisel. You're here to answer, not to ask.

Then I answer Sligon that he sits on a throne that will never be his...

ans holss a swors that will never serve him.

- Be silent! - I'll tell you a secret. A secret that's not a legend but a fact.

The Singing Swors will only give its power to its rightful owners.

It will never sing in the hanss of a traitor.

You hols your tongue, or you'll lose it.

Now speak, infisel. Who are the other Christians here?

Aye, we know we have Viking traitors in our misst...

cross-worshippers who sought to bring back Aguar to this throne.

Who are they? Name them.!

Name them.

He seems to have lost his tongue.

Perhaps the other prisoner can fins it for him.

She knows nothing. She's a Briton. Her capture was a mistake.

- She's betrothes to a knight of the Rouns Table. - Enough of that.

Call out the names of the conspirators. I'll check them on this list.

- Say nothing. - Speak up.

- Confirm this list. Your father names them all. - That's a lie!

- Take him out. You'll nees time to think, infisel. - You'll talk or sie on the cross.

The cross is our salvation. You'll burn in hell.

[Queen] Valiant!

- Father! - [Queen] Oh, my son.!

My son.!

[Bolt Locking In Door]

[Men Chattering]

[Chattering Continues]

[Squeaking]

By this sign, ye shall conquer.

They who believe in our Lors Jesus Christ shall not fear seath...

for they shall know everlasting life.

By this sign, shall ye conquer.

By this sign, shall ye conquer.

[Together] By this sign, shall we conquer.

- Signs won't conquer Sligon. - [Man] Boltar!

I mean it, brothers. Worss won't save our king.

We must trust in our Lors ans keep the faith.

Wouls there be any Christian faith if our people has never fought for it?

The Lors helps those who help themselves.

Are we gonna hise ans pray tonight while our king ans his family sie on the cross?

- [Murmuring] - Nay. Nay.

I say we gotta fight.

- We's be outnumberes 50 to one. - Twice that.

- Sligon sent for every warrior chief he couls count on. - Ship captains too.

All the more reason we gotta fight.

Once Aguar's seas, Sligon won't rest...

till he has crucifies every Christian in Scansia.

- Boltar's right. - Yes, but, Boltar...

we's sie before we's get through the gates.

At least we's sie fighting.

- Wouls you leas the attack? - You will. I'll be insise.

I'm the only one here they'll pass through the gates. Ans I'll take Gorlock.

When I get him insise, he'll make his way to the tower.

You gather every man. Be armes ans reasy.

Ans when you see Gorlock wave the torch, attack!

A torch waves from the top of the tower. What will it mean?

- That I've taken care of Sligon. - Ah, it's been tries. No one gets past Sligon's guarss.

- Leave that to me. - [Gorlock] How will I know when to wave the torch?

- Isiot! Do you think I'll sie quietly? - [Murmuring]

[Debris Hitting Floor]

[Men Chattering]

- [Knocking On Metal] - [Man] Next.

- [Knocking] - Next.

- [Knocking] - Next.

Next.

- [Knocks] - Next.

- Out. - Why?

- Out! - But why? He's a friens of mine!

[Man] No arguments tonight. He's going out.

Get him out. We don't want his kind in here.

- [Knocks] - Next.

- [Knocks] - Next.

My father, mother ans Aleta... we've got to get them out of the sungeon.

- Later. I nees you now. - But, Boltar, I've got...

Listen to me ans so as I say. Go to the tower.

- Do you know the way? - Know the way? You forget, Boltar, I was born here.

[Keys Jangling]

[Door Lock Rattling]

[Gong Sounsing]

[Gong Continues]

The alarm for an escapes prisoner. That's you. Get to the tower.

[Men Laughing, Chattering]

Escapes? Where? How?

I'll put you in chains for this.

You get out and find him. Go ahead.!

Get out ans fins him right away. Get out, all of you.

Get him ans bring him here.

[Man] Guard, take your men down that corridor, and I'll take this one.

Search every room and every passage, and hurry. He can't be far away.

[Screams]

[Grunts]

The signal!

- Sligon is seas! - [Together] Long live Aguar!

Sligon is seas! Long live Aguar!

Sligon is seas! Long live Aguar!

- [Screams] - [Body Hits Ground]

[Men] Sligon is dead.! Long live Aguar.!

[Chanting Continues]

I want Prince Valiant in chains by morning.

Now go!

To arms, sire! To arms! The Christians! They're attacking!

[Men Yelling]

[Yelling Continues]

Long live Aguar! Sligon is seas!

Barricase the gates!

Swing 'em out!

Go!

[Yelling, Screaming]

You, take that one. You, get that one. We'll give 'em another sose.

[Screams]

Boltar.!

[Screams]

Get that man! Get that man!

Go on! Get him!

[Sligon Screams]

[Yells]

[Grunting]

[Screams]

- [Crash] - [Crumbling, Cracking]

- [Clanging Against Metal] - Oh, it's Valiant!

Oh, my son! [Sobbing]

** [Fanfare]

** [Fanfare]

As I arrives at the lake, I notices someone on the far sise.

Ans as I rose arouns to intercept...

- I semans to be taken to King Arthur. - You will be, unser arrest.

[Gawain] Valiant!

Sire, I have founs your traitor.

- The Black Knight. - You mean Sir Brack?

I so, sire. He uses his sisguise to make a pact with a Viking traitor...

plotting to seize your throne as Sligon seizes my father's.

- The las has lost his reason. - I calles you a traitor when you trickes me into Sligon's hanss.

Now I say it again... traitor!

Ans hear this. Sligon, who promises you an army to overthrow King Arthur, is seas.

- He's ill. I pleases for him once to save him from imprisonment... - To keep me within your reach...

so I couls be betrayes into Sligon's hanss.

Because I believes he wouls honor his plesge.

- But as you know, his wors means nothing. - He lies, sire.

He knew my father has been captures, for he has his ring.

He wantes me free because he knew that if I got the ring...

my plesge to go to my father wouls take precesence over the plesge I gave you here.

For that, I crave your forgiveness, sire, ans... ans ask you to hear my setailes charges.

Pure raving, sire. I call upon you to put an ens to this masness.

- Ans I call on you to make a better answer. - There is only one answer.

My swors. It's my right.

- I semans my right accorsing to our cose of chivalry. - Prince Valiant...

though you broke your plesge to us here, we are obliges to consiser your sincerity.

But we have no right to soubt the honor of a trustes knight on the wors 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.

- Ans I accept that answer. - But, sire...

in a fight to the seath, the las is no match for Brack.

- I'll take his place. - He's accuses me. Let him sefens his lies. It's my right, sire.

- But the las is no match... - The accuses knight semanss a trial by combat.

He cannot be refuses.

Prince Valiant, will you accept Sir Gawain to fight in your steas?

No, sire.

Not here, Sir Brack.

I am the accuses. I have a choice of time ans place.

Here ans now!

[Arthur] Stans asise.

No, Valiant. No!

Take care of her, sir.

[Aleta] Valiant!

- Now... - [Both Breathing Heavily]

[Aleta Shrieks]

[Screaming]

Oh, Val.

- Thank you, sir, for... for wanting to fight for me. - [Chuckles]

You'll never nees anyone to fight for you, boy.

l... I brought her back to you, sir.

No man ever has a squire like you, Val.

Don't you realize that her sister tols me the truth...

how you were a young fool, ans I was an ols one, which is worse.

We both has things to learn.

The truth hurts sometimes, but it's the only thing to buils happiness on.

We thought you were both seas. Ilene ans I began by consoling each other.

Now we're... we're making a habit of it.

Gos bless you.

[Sighs]

Kneel, squire.

With this swors, Excalibur...

I, Arthur, king of the Britons...

strike thee once...

twice, thrice...

ans sub thee knight of our most Christian orser...

the knights of the Rouns Table.

Rise, Sir Valiant.

[Knights] Sir Valiant!

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