Jack the Giant Killer Page #3

Before breakfast?

"Know also that these

ageless giants with horns...

"and satyr-like features...

"who roam

our Cornwall countryside...

"destroy and plunder...

"at the bidding

of their master, Pendragon."

These records were lost

among the archives...

of your father's reign.

I've only just uncovered them.

Then this Prince Elidorus

is really Pendragon in disguise.

The prince of witches.

But why would he want

to seize the princess? Why?

If we knew that,

we'd know what to do.

There's only one thing

we can do.

We were fortunate this time...

but Pendragon is certain

to make another attempt.

I'm going to entrust you with

the most important mission...

ever given

to a Cornish knight...

to protect the life of

the princess until she's safe.

I will certainly try to be

won'thy of your trust, Sire...

but is one guard enough?

Our only defense is secrecy.

There aren't enough men

in all Cornwall...

to protect the life

of the princess...

should her whereabouts

become known to Pendragon.

At dawn, you and Elaine,

disguised as peasants...

will travel to a convent

in Normandy.

When the princess

is safely within its walls...

you will return here.

That means

I'm to live in exile.

It won't be easy, Father.

Believe me, Elaine,

it's the only way.

Very well, Father.

I'm ready to do

whatever's best.

Go now.

Prepare yourself

for the journey.

Good night, Father.

Good night, my dear.

We have plans to make.

The dawn comes much too soon.

You'd better go now.

It's getting late.

Is there anything more

I can do for you, mistress?

No, nothing more,

Lady Constance.

I shall miss you.

And I shall pray

for your safe journey.

We'll send word as soon as

it's safe to return to Cornwall.

Take care of her, Jack.

No one will harm her

while I live, Your Majesty.

Quiet, Gaunt, quiet.

We have a mission for you

at last...

a most interesting mission.

Patience, patience.

Patience.

Fly straight and true, Gaunt.

Our master will be most eager

for your message.

Master.

Master! Black prince!

Look! It has come

from the castle.

So you finally decided

to visit us, eh, Gaunt?

Bringing a little present.

She sails

with the morning tide.

What kind of a voyage

is it to be, eh, Tubo?

Smooth and tranquil?

All right, lads,

bear a hand on that halyard!

You, man, lay a hand there!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Lay your backs into it, lads!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

How goes it, Captain?

Fair skies

and a spankir breeze.

No man could ask for better.

I haven't seen miss Elaine

since mid-mornir.

Nor I.

She's not in her cabin.

Probably with the helmsman.

Come on, mind the wheel, Jack.

Peter!

Aye, Father.

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