King Arthur: Legend of the Sword Page #3

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Yeah, and when he does,

he'll spank your arse.

Now, let's get your hands clean

while you still got some.

He'll cut 'em off

and have you in chains.

If we can catch you,

they can catch you.

If you can catch him, so can we.

Should we go back to George,

and the trouble with the...

Vikings.

So what happened?

Started throwing

their weight about

- and then Lucy got the worst of it.

- Come again, George?

They hurt Lucy.

My Lucy?

That can't happen, Jack.

That can never happen, Jack.

You see, she's a friend of mine.

So you're gonna have

to sort her out.

They'd been warned.

They had to pay.

How'd you get money

from a Viking?

I feel a joke coming on here.

You ask him for it.

You're paying

and then you're leaving.

Nobody's talking

to you, sweetheart.

You sit there and be quiet.

You are better at that...

Or I'll have to put an arrow

through your lard-loving thigh.

You were unarmed. You just

walked in there and asked them for it?

That's right, Jack,

and they gave it to me.

They were trying on furs.

The same furs, as it happens

that Flat-Nose Mike

tried to hide from us.

More is always

better than less, Mike.

Old Greybeard

banged on for a bit.

I got 50 seasoned men of war.

You could shave a pig

on the edge of our blades.

If you were unarmed, where'd you

find the blade to put to his throat?

Well, I borrowed it

from his big, silly mate

after Back Lack put an arrow

through his lard-loving thigh.

Get back!

That's your story, Jack.

I am leaving.

But I'm leaving

with a year's wages.

Old Greybeard

surrendered his dignity.

Lucy got a year's

worth of wages.

And the rebel graffiti

exists no more

because of the law-abiding, proactive

Blue Boy and his fun-loving dad.

And then, they all lived

happily ever after.

No, they didn't, Arthur.

Because for the first time,

there's something you don't know.

Something nobody told you.

And that is?

They're under the

protection of the king.

And once you're under the protection

of the king, I can't help you.

Nobody can.

They're not gonna

bother about me.

Where do we stand, Mercia?

We're down to the last

men of the right age.

And still no one

has pulled the sword.

Now put the bird back

in the aviary, Catia.

There's a general

restlessness among the people.

More incidents.

More graffiti.

I beg your pardon, Your Majesty.

If I'd known...

Come here.

I want your opinion.

Maggie represents the people.

She's from one of the oldest

families in England.

She can tell us.

Sire.

Do the people love me?

I love Your Majesty

and if I represent the people,

then you have your answer.

Bring us something to eat.

Even I am left to wonder

if we are pushing them too far.

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