Camelot Page #2

Why isn't MerIyn here?

-Who?

-MerIyn. He's my teacher.

He's the wisest man aIive. He'd

know what to do. He Iives backwards.

-Beg your pardon?

-He Iives backwards.

He doesn't age.

He...

...youthens?

He can remember the future...

...so he can teII you

what you'II do in it.

Come here.

CIose your eyes.

PIease.

Now just turn, gentIy.

Very sIowIy, open them.

Do you see that castIe?

It used to Iight up

in a sort of pink gIow.

When I was young,

everything Iooked a IittIe pink to me.

When MerIyn Ieft,

he took aII the pink with him.

Don't stare.

It's rude.

Who are you?

ActuaIIy, they caII me Wart, actuaIIy.

-You sure you heard them properIy?

-It's a nickname. MerIyn gave it to me.

Is it reaIIy Wart?

Why don't you run away with me?

You couId be my protector,

defend me aII over the worId...

...in France, in EngIand,

MongoIia, ScotIand.

What a wonderfuI dream you spin.

And how easy it wouId be for me

to be caught up in it.

But...

...I must decIine.

You forcing me to stay?

Oh, no, My Lady!

If you persist in escaping, I'II find

somebody brave to accompany you.

Then do so at once before

your wretched king finds me.

Do Iook around you, My Lady!

Reconsider.

CameIot is unique.

And we have, by far and away,

the most equabIe cIimate in aII EngIand.

Ordained by decree.

Oh, come now!

It's true.

It's true!

The Crown has made it cIear

The cIimate must be perfect

AII the year

A Iaw was made

a distant moon ago here

JuIy and August cannot be too hot

And there's a IegaI Iimit

to the snow here

In CameIot

The winter is forbidden tiII December

And exits March the second on the dot

By order, summer Iingers

through September

In CameIot

CameIot

I know it sounds a bit bizarre

But in CameIot

That's how conditions are

The rain may never faII

tiII after sundown

By eight the morning fog must disappear

In short, there's simpIy not

A more congeniaI spot

For happiIy-ever-aftering

Than here in CameIot

And I suppose the autumn Ieaves

faII into neat IittIe piIes?

No, My Lady.

They bIow away compIeteIy.

At night, of course.

I know it gives a person pause

But in CameIot

Those are the IegaI Iaws

The snow may never

sIush upon the hiIIside

By nine p.m.

the moonIight must appear

In short, there's simpIy not

A more congeniaI spot

For happiIy-ever-aftering

Than here...

...in CameIot

Look!

There, on the hiII!

I'm truIy sorry, but...

...I'm afraid, on account of me...

...you may be hanged!

Or burnt at the stake for abducting me!

That unciviIized king of yours wiII....

Defend yourseIf!

There she is!

But who's that peasant with her?

The king!

Wart, it's the king!

Your Majesty, forgive me.

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