A Knight's Tale Page #4

I can't pay you now...

- ...but I promise I will, just as--|- No! Money.

- Excuse me.|- Cash first, not promises.

Go on.

Excuse me, sir.

You might try the farris.

A woman?

Beggars cannot be choosers, my lord.

Thank you.

- I can't joust with broken armor.|- That's your problem, not mine.

Just as well. They told me|I was daft to even ask.

- Who?|- The other armorers.

Did they say I couldn't do it|because I'm a woman?

They said you're good|with horseshoes, not armor.

No one mentioned you being a woman.

Cat's meat! Hot wine!

Cat's meat! Hot wine!

Lady, I will win|this tournament for you.

Nay! I will win for you.

May I present Count Adhemar...

...winner of the joust in France|and champion at Saint-Emilion.

All forgotten when standing before the|most beautiful woman in Christendom.

Do you only pretend to fight, Count|Adhemar, or wage real war as well?

I am leader of the free companies.|My army is in southern France.

Geoff, 'tis my lady.

- William, you aim too high.|- I don't know any other way to aim.

- Concentrate.|- What should I say to her?

What do you think of the joust?

It's very abrupt.

And I don't understand the rules.

Then I shall educate you.

A match is three lances.

One point is given for breaking|a lance between the waist and neck.

Two points for breaking on the helmet.|It's difficult.

The helmet sweeps back.|Most blows glance off.

Three points for bearing a rider|to the ground.

Also, if you bear a rider|to the ground, you win his horse.

Do men die in the joust?

Lance points are tipped|with coronals, which blunts them.

Of course, accidents happen.

I myself, Jocelyn,|have never been unhorsed.

Nor have I.

Your name, lady.

I still need to hear it.

Sir Hunter, you persist.

Perhaps angels have no names.|Only beautiful faces.

And you are?

I am, um....

Have you forgotten?

Or your name is Sir "Um."

Ulrich von Lichtenstein|from Gelderland.

I'd forget as well. What a mouthful.

- Your armor, sir.|- What about it?

How stylish of you to wear an antique.|You'll start a new fashion if you win.

My grandfather will be able|to wear his in public again.

And a shield. How quaint.

Some of these poor country knights,|little better than peasants.

- -the second son...

...of Sir Wallace Percival,|third Earl of Warwick.

My lords, my ladies...

...it is with honor|I introduce my liege...

...Sir Thomas Colville.

You're good.

You're very good.

My lords...

...my ladies...

...and everybody else here|not sitting on a cushion...

...today...

...you find yourselves equals.

For you are all equally blessed.

For I have the pride...

...the privilege, nay, the pleasure...

...of introducing to you|a knight sired by knights.

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