Excalibur Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1981
- 140 min
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INT. PASSAGEWAY, TINTAGEL CASTLE - DAWN
The monk leads the party down the hallway of the castle.
Thin shafts of dawnlight filter through archers' slits in
the thick walls onto stone floors. Otherwise, it is dark.
Each person, lady and knight, proceeds alone, head bent,
some crossing themselves.
Uther is among them. He stops in a dark alcove, breathing
heavily, waiting.
As the lovely Igrayne drifts past him, he pulls her out of
sight of the others.
In a shaft of pale light Uther clasps Igrayne to his
breastplate, his iron arm wrapped around her frail body. So
violent is his embrace that she cannot breathe, her mouth is
wide with fear, and her feet do not touch the ground; an
impaled butterfly.
UTHER:
You will be mine. Wife and queen,
bed and crown.
His face is close to hers, looking as though he would devour
her tender whiteness with his kiss. She doesn't answer; she
can't. Even Uther understands this and lets her go.
IGRAYNE:
(a fierce whisper)
I want no other crown and no other
bed than those I have.
Her gown and her fragile skin torn on the spikes of his armor,
Igrayne backs away and joins the procession.
Uther trembles with unreleased passion.
INT. PASSAGEWAY OUTSIDE CHAPEL, TINTAGEL CASTLE - DAWN
Igrayne enters the candlelit chapel from which issues the
chant, calling the castle to worship. She rushes to her
husband's side, kneeling next to him and whispering. The
Duke of Cornwall looks back at Uther, hatred in his eyes.
EXT. WAR CAMP - BEFORE TINTAGEL CASTLE - DAY
Uther is in a towering rage. Sword drawn, he stalks among
the biers of fallen knights. Squires and clerics keep a
healthy distance. The sky is lowering, pregnant with rolling
thunder. Beyond his encampment, high on a cliff rising out
of the sea stands the impregnable Tintagel Castle, seat of
the Duke of Cornwall, now under siege.
UTHER:
(bellowing in all
directions)
Merlin! Where are you!?
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