Richard the Lionheart

Another wretched remnant,

rancid leftover of humanity.

More than a thousand years

have passed, witch, and

where is your lion?

Where is your King?

I am here

and I am waiting for you!

Friends!

Filthy peasants.

Honor our illustrious

English guest Richard.

Philippe, let it be!

The descendant of the

King of england!

Hey, son of King!

Kiss my Italian ass!

- Ow...

- Give thanks, you villain.

I've just honored your ass

with a hearty English kiss!

Drink up, all of you!

It's on my Royal family.

Thanks for

this disgusting piss.

Now where's the good stuff?

More wine!

Oh.

Sorry, friend.

Didn't mean to deprive you

of this poisonous piss, Sir.

Gutta cavat lapidem.

Penetrate the rock,

prepare for the end.

The time has come.

What?

- Get out of my way!

- Lord, my Lord!

Rest assured, I will

offer you the best.

Your end is nigh.

- Get out of my way.

- My Lord, my...

Did you wish to say something?

You are beginning to bore me.

And your stench makes

me want to vomit.

My Lord, please please.

What are you hiding

out back there?

Nothing, my Lord!

Save yourself

while you still can.

- Who is she?!

- Please.

- It's my daughter!

Enough!

Look what a spicy

morsel I've found!

Richard, look, a

present for you!

No no!

No!

No-ooo!

Henry! Let me introduce

the young King... my brother!

Filthy traitor!

Bloodless brother!

Silence, renegade!

As of today...

You are forgotten.

Father,

I have followed your orders.

Richard is imprisoned.

You know what to do.

The journey we have undertaken

leads in one single direction.

Well, take it then,

right to the end.

You risk his life.

Does not a King

risk his life every day?

Show no pity.

I must be certain that

he is still my son...

Like you.

Richard.

Richard.

Who are you?

Do you know?

I am selector and

you are nothing!

You are lost.

You are forgotten.

You don't deserve names.

You don't even

deserve to live.

You have rejected

the very essence

of what is human!

Well well well,

a volunteer.

He will do.

Arrogant, foolish

and naive.

Move!

Stop!

Ah stop!

Stop, no!

That's how it begins.

A woman,

as written in mythology...

is the inspiration

of every battle

that is worth fighting for.

They open the gates of hell...

To predatory beasts:

Lost souls who are not allowed

to speak their names,

godless

and hopeless.

But as in the epic tales,

the hero comes

between the tragic

and the tragedy.

No no no.

Sword! Sword!

I have waited

a thousand years

for someone with Royal blood

to be imprisoned.

There is only one way for you

to be free from this place.

You must pass

three torments...

Three tests.

Give peace to all

who have suffered,

avenge my death,

break my curse.

Destroy this prison

and free yourself.

Defeat the three torments.

Richard.

Eat.

You need it.

Por favor.

Please.

What's the point?

To be strong.

- No! - You need to

get me out of here.

- No no!

- I am of Royal blood!

Come back here!

Come back here!

No.

What happened?

Stay still or your

wounds will open.

It will heal you.

I don't need your

vile potions, moor.

Moor?

Yeah, moor!

Look in my face!

I'm from the great

kingdom of Spain.

We fought the moor

for centuries.

Idiota.

First of all,

I'm no idiot.

Secondly,

you still seems to me

indeed like a moor.

Then you also know that if you trust

the medicinal cures of your people,

that that there would

fester in a day.

And by the second day, would

have become infected.

By the third...

Well, it would poison you.

Mercy.

A wise choice, King's boy.

King's boy?

I am Richard!

You are nothing more

than a renegade.

When you passed those gates,

you lost your name.

You can never

pronounce it again...

Or death will be

your punishment.

It pleases you to see me so.

But if I had the strength,

I will rip out your heart.

- Rip out my heart?

- Yeah.

I've heard that one before.

- Oh.

- Drink.

When I recover, you will die.

It's disgusting!

Drink it.

You need it.

Yeah.

Good.

What's...

Happening to me?

Damn...

damn moor!

You damn...

- you...

- It's the black water of dreams.

You can thank my

woman for it later.

Rest.

Rest and you will heal.

Tired...

Tired...

How alike we are...

Both trying to repair

broken things...

Both disposed

even to suffer...

For those who don't

deserve our dedication.

But can

a broken flower bloom again?

Must I show mercy?

It is a hard and narrow

road we walk, isn't it?

Until you can fill that

hole you call your mouth,

it would be difficult

to rip out my heart.

I am a knight, just like you.

You are not here by choice,

but that doesn't concern me.

But if you try to

stand in my way,

I will kill you.

I am of Royal blood!

By birthright, maybe.

Yes, you have blue blood

running in your veins.

So what?

The soul is something else.

- And you are here to earn it.

- I don't have to earn anything.

Then yours will be a very

short journey indeed.

Your...

your poison has worked well.

Eat everything,

it's our turn tomorrow.

For what?

For your brief journey.

Prince!

I must talk with you

about your brother.

Don't move one

inch closer to me.

Your visit disgusts me more

than your obscene ways,

more than this accursed place.

It was not my desire that a

member of the Royal blood

should end up in

your grubby claws.

Of course not. It was

the King's desire.

And so here he is,

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