First Knight Page #3

People swore he would never marry,|but I knew better.

He was just waiting|for the right one. Like we all do.

There'll be some feasting today!|Come on! The party's started!

Beat the gauntlet and meet the King!|Who's got the heart of a lion?

Be the first|to get through the gauntlet, -

- and you'll be up there drinking,|as if he's your brother!

Get up here! Get padded up|and beat the gauntlet!

What about you boys out there?

Give your support|to this brave, young man!

Beat the gauntlet|and meet our lovely queen!

Will you give the victor a kiss,|milady?

How's that? Beat the gauntlet and|win a kiss from Lady Guinevere, -

- soon to be our lovely queen!

Who will it be?

Not like that. idiot!|Come and get padded up first!

Get down! You're mad!|You'll kill yourself!

Go on!

Yes!

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

- Extraordinary. What's your name?|- Lancelot.

Lancelot.|We won't forget that name.

Your prize ...

- Ask me.|- No.

Ask me.

Never.

I dare not kiss so lovely a lady.|I only have one heart to lose.

Come.

Well done.

- Have you run the gauntlet before?|- No. never.

- How did you do it?|- You have to see the danger coming.

Others have found it very hard.|You're the first one to do it.

Perhaps fear made them go back|instead of forward.

- And you felt no fear?|- No. I have nothing to lose.

No home ... family?|Do you have a profession?

- I live by my sword.|- You fight for pay.

Nobody paid you to run the gauntlet.

I knew I could do it. so I did it.

Well. Lancelot ...|you're an unusual man.

I've never seen such a display of|courage, skill, -

- nerve, grace and ... stupidity.

Come.

Here, every life is precious,|even the lives of strangers.

If you must die, die serving|something greater than yourself.

Better still.|Live ... and serve.

- The Round Table.|- Yes.

The High Council meets here.

No head. no foot.|Everyone equal ... even the King.

"In serving each other,|we become free."

That is the very heart of Camelot.

Not these stones. timbers.|towers, palaces.

Burn them all ...|and Camelot lives on.

Because it lives in us.|It's a belief we hold in our hearts.

Well. no matter.

- Stay in Camelot. I invite you.|- I'll be on the road again soon.

- What road?|- Wherever chance takes me.

Do you believe that what you do|is a matter of chance?

- Yes.|- In that hallway are two doors.

- How will you choose between them?|- It won't matter. It's all chance.

I hope chance leads you to the left.|It's the only way out.

Lancelot!|Just a thought ...

A man who fears nothing|is a man who loves nothing.

And if you love nothing,|what Joy is there in your life?

I may be wrong.

Peter!|Show us how she goes.

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