Dragonheart Page #2

One dragon put down, one bag of gold.

Your honor has a price,

Sir Knight?

lt has expenses.

Honor won't feed my belly

nor shoe my horse.

The priest is right.

lt is your duty to protect King Einon's

vassals as a knight of the realm.

Not of this realm.

l bend no knee to Einon.

l should have known.

Foreign riffraff!

Well, begone, vagabond,

before l arrest you!

Back to work, you scum!

lf King Einon's wheat

isn't cut before the rain...

l'll do a little cutting

of my own!

Sir Knight!

Sir Knight, wait!

Sir Knight!

Hear me out!

l'm on a pilgrimage.

Might we travel together?

The road's still free,

unless Einon's taxed it.

A road tax, King Einon. Hmm?

A road tax.

They are your roads, after all.

People really ought to pay

for the privilege of using them.

- And those that can't pay

will have to work it off.

- lngenious, Felton.

Only you could keep such a good brain

under such a bad hat.

That's very good, ''bad hat.''

Out of my way, peacock.

Brok, some are good at hunting men,

some are good at hunting money.

Both have value for me.

Kara?

Kara, l told you--

- l told you not to come here anymore.

- l'm a disobedient child.

Go on. Take a drink. Go on.

Magnificent shot, Your Highness!

- Care to double the wager?

- Ah, yes, happily.

Shall we say the water bucket?

Stand still. Stand still.

Superb!

Double again?

Double again. Why not?

l say.

A moving target.

Peasant scum.

You've got a nerve,

interfering with the king's sport!

There's no sport

in tormenting a sick, old man.

l beg Your Majesty,

let him go.

lt's been 12 years.

Your castle is built.

He can do you no more harm.

For God's sake, release him.

Father!

l've always said death is a release,

not a punishment.

Go.

Kara.

Yoo-hoo!

Yoo-hoo!

l've decided to compose

''The Ballad of Bowen''!

- How do you prefer l should write this?

- Far away!

Oh, don't concern yourself

with my safety!

l mean verse, meter.

Shall l spice it up

with a poetical flourish...

or just the cold, hard facts?

lf you do not be quiet...

you and l shall be the only things

that are cold and hard around here.

l mean, it's all very well to go

hacking and whacking at dragons.

But if a dragon falls in the

forest and nobody gets to hear

about it, does it make a thud?

- Brother Gilbert.

- What?

The quill is mightier than the s--

Ooh.

The quill is mightier than the--

That's all that's left

of the last dragonslayer...

who tangled with me!

lf l were you,

l'd quit while l was ahead.

ls that the best you can do?

Catch!

You know, l've got quite

a collection of victims in here.

l won't be added to it!

l've given you

my final warning.

lnto the mouth of death he strode.

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