Brave Page #2

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Oh, Merida, it's marriage. It's not the end of the world.

You're muttering.

I don't mutter.

Aye, you do, you mutter, lass. When something's troubling you.

I blame you. The stubborness. It's entirely from your side of the family.

I take it it all didn't go too well?

I don't know what to do.

Speak to her, dear!

I do speak to her! She just doesn't listen!

Come on, now.

Pretend I'm Merida. Speak to me. What would you say?

Oh, I can't do this!

Sure you can!

There, there! That's my Queen.

Right, here we go.

I don't want to get married! I want to stay single and let my hair flow in the wind

as I ride through the glen firing arrows into the sunset.

Merida. All this work, all the time spent preparing you, schooling you,

giving you everything we never had...I ask you, what do you expect us to do?

Call off the gathering! Would that kill them?

You're the Queen, you can just tell the lords, the princess is not ready for this.

In fact, she might not ever be ready for this so that's that.

Good day to you. We'll expect your declarations of war in the morning.

I understand this must all seem unfair, even I had reservations when I faced betrothal.

We can't just run away from who we are!

I don't want my life to be over.

I want my freedom!

But are you willing to pay the price your freedom will cost?

I'm not doing any of this to hurt you.

If you could just try to see what I do, I do out of love.

But it's my life, it's...

I'm just not ready.

I think you'd see, if you could just...

I think I could make you understand if you would just...

...listen!

...listen!

I swear, Angus, this isn't going to happen!

Not if I have any say in it.

MacGuffin!

Dingwall!

Macintosh!

You look absolutely beautiful!

I can't breathe!

Oh, shush. Give us a turn.

I can't move. It's too tight!

It's perfect!

Merida...

Mom?

Just...

...remeber to smile.

Oy, they're coming!

Places everyone! Places!

I look fine, woman. Leave me be!

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Oy!

So, here we are. The four clans.

Gathering.

For...

...the presentations of the suitors.

Clan Macintosh.

Your Majesty, I present my heir and sire who defended our land

from the Northern invaders and with his own sword stabbed bloody, vanquished a thousand foes!

Clan MacGuffin.

Good Majesty. I present my eldest son.

Who scuttled Viking longships and with his bare hands vanquished two thousand foes.

Clan Dingwall.

I present my only son who was besieged by ten thousand Romans,

and he took out a whole armada singlehandedly.

With one arm, he was...

With one arm, he was steering the ship

and with the other, he held his mighty sword and struck down a whole attacking fleet.

Lies!

What?

I heard that! Come on, say it to my face!

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