In that dim, mournful year
Saw the men she held so dear
Go to war for Guinevere.
Oh, they found Guinevere
In the dying candle's gleam
Came the sundown of a dream.
Well, the ruddy thing's endless! Another jury finds me guilty, and I'll have to have a whack at them! And so on and so on, and whacking and whacking--
Not while I've still got my sword I won't!
Forgive the interruption. Anyone here seen a beast with the head of a serpent, the body of a boar and the tail of a lion, baying like forty hounds?
This moment! Is there some wrong I can right, some peril I can face, some quest I can undertake?
Knights? Gathering FLOWERS?
If the king grants you clemency, you shall be banished. If not, you hang.
Yes, and thinking is the sort of thing you should get into the habit of doing as often as possible.
Well, what's the jury got to do with it? None of their damn business in the first place! Any jury finds me guilty, I'll have a whack at every last one of 'em!
Well, he keeps his mouth shut if he knows what's good for him!
Well, can't see it happening, but get along.
Jenny, I - I love you. God forgive me, but I do.
No, sire! Invest me because of deeds, not words! Give me an order!
Dap, you are older than I. You know this Earth better than I. I only fell upon it a few hours ago.
The next time you traffic with me, remember... you challenge the right hand of King Arthur!
Then God forgive us both, Lance.
I am irritating. I always will be. All fanatics are bores, Pellinore, and I'm a fanatic. Even when I was a child I irritated the other children. I wanted to play their games, but I knew I could not. Even then I was filled with a sense of divine purpose. I'm not saying I enjoy it. All my life I've locked the world out. And, you know, when you lock the world out, you're locked in.
Well, then? We're alone. I'm completely defenseless. What kind of a cad are you? Apologize at once.
Why not? [Sudden rage] How dare you insult me in this fashion. Do my looks repel you?
Then you'll sling me over your shoulder and carry me off.
Then you'll twist my arm and tie me to a tree.
You lie! You'll leap at me and throw me to the ground.
Must we talk about Mordred? This is the first time in a month that he's not coming to dinner and not having him makes it seem like a party!