Camelot Page #5

And aII that and more

I shaII be

A knight of the tabIe round

ShouId be invincibIe

Succeed where a Iess fantastic man

WouId faiI

CIimb a waII no one eIse can cIimb

CIeave a dragon in record time

Swim a moat

In a coat of heavy iron maiI

No matter the pain

He ought to be unwinceabIe

ImpossibIe deeds

ShouId be his daiIy fare

But where in the worId

Is there in the worId

A man so extraordinaire?

C'est moi, c'est moi

I'm forced to admit

'Tis I

I humbIy repIy

That mortaI who these marveIs can do

C'est moi, c'est moi

'Tis I

I've never Iost

In battIe or game

I'm simpIy the best by far

When swords are crossed

'Tis aIways the same

One bIow and au revoir

C'est moi, c'est moi

So admirabIy fit

A French Prometheus Unbound

And here am I

With vaIor untoId

ExceptionaIIy brave

AmazingIy boId

To serve at the tabIe round

The souI of a knight

ShouId be a thing remarkabIe

His heart and his mind

As pure as morning dew

With a wiII and a seIf-restraint

That's the envy of every saint

He couId easiIy work a miracIe or two

To Iove and desire

He ought to be unsparkabIe

The ways of the fIesh

ShouId offer no aIIure

But where in the worId

Is there in the worId

A man so untouched

And pure?

C'est moi

I bIush to discIose

I'm far too nobIe to Iie

That man in whom

These quaIities bIoom

C'est moi, C'est moi

'Tis I

I've never strayed

From aII I beIieve

I'm bIessed with an iron wiII

Had I been made

The partner of Eve

We'd be in Eden stiII

C'est moi, c'est moi

The angeIs have chosen

To fight their battIes beIow

And here am I

As pure as a prayer

IncredibIy cIean

With virtue to spare

The godIiest man I know

C'est moi!

Oh, King Arthur!

What caIiber of man you must be...

...to have envisioned

a new order of Iife.

I worship you before knowing you.

Don't run away, coward!

Come back and fight!

The swine!

-Are you hurt, Your Majesty?

-Fine.

PIease!

The next time you traffic with me...

...remember, you chaIIenge

the right arm of King Arthur.

ReaIIy?

I am King Arthur.

What?

You...

...are the king!

Yes, aImost the Iate king.

And I struck you?

Your Majesty!

I'm LanceIot du Lac.

In France I heard of your new order

and came to join.

I beg Your Majesty to forgive me.

Not because I deserve it...

...but because by forgiving me...

...I'II suffer more.

But, reaIIy, dear chap...

...I don't want you to suffer at aII.

I want to congratuIate you.

PIease rise. You, too, squire.

I can't, mon roi.

-I'm too ashamed to Iift my head.

-WeII, then I command you.

I have never feIt

a bash in my chest quite Iike it.

It was most spectacuIar.

Where did you Iearn to do it?

My skiII comes from training, mon Roi.

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