Jack the Giant Slayer Page #3
and tell the monks what happened.
You believe that story?
I mean, he was a monk.
- Because he wore a robe? Funny haircut?
- Yeah.
No.
Monks have no money.
They're monks!
The man robbed you!
Jack, you have got to grow up.
You're 18 years old.
And I'm not...
... going to be around forever.
Majesty.
Oh, apparently,
I'm not supposed to move.
Seems like cheating.
Can't keep running off like this.
What if something were to happen?
- You're the future queen of Cloister.
- According to you, having a king...
- ... is all that matters.
- I've never said any such thing.
So why force me to marry someone
twice my age...
... whom I do not love?
I'm sorry, Roderick.
So that's what this is about?
Majesty! Please be still.
It's about your refusal to see...
... that I'm not some fragile,
helpless creature.
You are so like your mother.
Just like your father.
Head in the clouds. Useless!
Look, I can fix this. I promise.
Too late for that.
Nothing left to fix.
Never thought it'd come to this.
Your parents' things.
Should fetch a few weeks' worth at the market.
Take my legs half the night...
... to get there with no horse.
You can't sell those.
- They aren't yours to sell.
- Horse was. Cart too.
Jack, it was a simple task. Sell the horse,
buy some thatch, fix the roof.
You've got to take responsibility.
Then let me.
Let me show you how responsible
I can be.
Let me get to know the people
that I am meant to lead.
Let me step outside
without sending a dozen guards...
... to rescue me.
Your Majesty!
The day I lost your mother
was the darkest day of my life.
I do not intend to lose you too.
Darkest day of my life...
... the day I lost your father to the plague.
Made worse...
... by the plague he left me.
Yet if I were a prince...
... you'd allow me to find my own way.
Mother said...
but in my own time.
Please, Father...
... let me show you that I am capable.
You belong in the safety...
... of the palace. You will marry Roderick.
There's nothing further to discuss.
So sayeth the king.
Isabelle!
Well? Did you get anything...
- ... out of him?
- No. He wouldn't spill the beans.
I'm going to ask you just once:
Where are they?
You should have left them
where they were buried.
They are born of dark magic.
And once darkness gets a taste for light...
... it will not stop...
... until it has swallowed the sun.
You cannot hope to control it.
We will never let you succeed.
We owe it to God.
You owe it to God?
Well...
... give him my regards.
Come on. You're not that stubborn,
old man.
Easy, boy. Easy, boy.
What?
Fine. I'll go after him.
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