Justin and the Knights of Valour Page #6

Come on lad, it's better we go. Let him recover in peace.

Yes.

I'm older than you I'm smaller than you.

Stop dreaming, Justin. Attack!

Ladsen!

Oh-oh! That's a beauty.

This abbey has too many leaks. And me too many aches.

Come on. Surprise me.

If you're not sure of a move. Don't do it.

Don't give your opponent an opportunity.

- Do you want to rest?

- "Do you want to rest?"

That's no fighting talk! Feint!

Diagonal attack. Do it!

The old contraptions take a while to get started,

but we still work.

Fewer moves, but more precise.

Don't forget to protect the crown jewels.

Aye, laddie. The suit doesn't make the man.

The man makes the suit.

Now you lost dear lad.

That doesn't mean to say you have to like it. Now...

go take a bath. You stink like a troll.

I got up a thousand times last night.

Well, that's what comes with old age.

No, I was worried.

I don't know if we should do this. He's too young.

It's dangerous.

He has his grandfather's heart, I can tell ye.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Forgive us, my lord, I got held up in town.

And I took advantage of the visit

to see the latest fashions

and to hear the latest gossip too.

Allow me to present

your army!

Is this the best you could do?

Hey!

You are scum!

Scum. Because that is what this foolish system

of foolish laws has made you.

But I say you are more than that.

Together we can show them how weak they are.

That their pathetic laws are nothing against our swords.

We can make them beg for their lives.

If you fight by my side,

I promise, those miserable people,

who unfairly keep you behind bars, will pay for it.

Join me, and I will train you into a fighting machine.

Stick with me and you will each

have a place in the new kingdom.

And wealth beyond your wildest dream.

- I want more men.

- More men?

What? We don't have any more gold.

Well, then we'll have to get more.

Hey, angel, did it hurt when you fell out of heaven?

What?

It's nothing, ah. I'd like to talk to the boss.

Me too. He owes me two weeks' pay.

Miss, do you need me to defend you?

Are you in some kind of trouble?

Nothing that I can't deal with myself, Sir Glance-a-lot.

Oh, and don't forget to come to our costume night.

There are some big prizes.

- I want your best room.

- Oh, yes. The Royal Suite,

for the gentleman. - The best. - Your name?

Hey, I'm working here.

A damsel is in distress.

Stop this injustice.

This damsel in distress is now safe.

Let go of me. Touch me one more time,

and we'll see who's in distress. And thank you.

- Those napkins could have killed me.

- Paper cuts can be very painful.

- Who do you think you are?

- Who am I?

Villagers, peasants,

people in general and hot damsels...

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