King Arthur: Legend of the Sword Page #4

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Finish the tower.

Everything else

will be academic.

Thank you, Maggie.

Wake up!

You must control it.

Wake up! Listen!

You need to get

out of here, now!

What are you doing, Lack?

Jack's Eye

was telling the truth.

Those red beards are connected.

So, what? So are we.

No, you don't understand.

The Blacklegs are coming.

And when they get here, they're

gonna make an example out of you.

You gotta go now.

And you can't use the front

door. Get out the window.

They're here, move!

Open the door!

Oi, you two, in the back!

Kick the door down!

Hey!

Are you ready?

Yeah, of course.

Here we go.

All right, fellas?

Hello, boy. What are you

doing out at this time?

I work on the boats, sir.

Out on the first tide.

The boats, eh?

What's in the bag?

And you're about the right age.

Show us your brand.

Have you not been tested?

I'm always at sea, sir.

Haven't had the chance.

Well, that's about

to change now.

You're going on a boat, all right.

Just not the one you think.

Come on, get off!

Single file!

Come on, get 'em off.

Get your brand, get your drink,

then back on the barge!

Move!

Move it!

Come on! Move!

Keep coming!

Move it!

What's all that about?

Guess that's what you get

when you don't pay up.

Taking the kids now.

What's he got them all

penned up out here for?

Well, when you see the king,

why don't you ask him?

Hurry up!

Move along!

What was that?

God save the king.

Bollocks.

Excuse me, mate.

Oi.

Leave it.

Excuse me.

Behind you, pal.

Here, mind your back.

Oi, pal, there's a line here.

John.

All right, pal.

As you were, mate.

All right, where do you want me?

Trigger,

I think we got one here.

Bouncing on my knee.

Where do you think I want you?

Hands on the hilt, stupid.

Oi, both hands.

I said, both hands.

Right, ten digits

round the blunt bit.

Give it a tug.

Left foot, right foot.

Collect your brand.

Back on the barge.

That's everything

you know about him?

His people

were quick to disappear.

We got what

information we could.

Got a lot of fingers

in a lot of pies.

Blacklegs in his pockets, too.

I'll deal with this.

My king.

Carefully.

So you're Uther's son.

Not only did you

survive in the gutter,

you blossomed out of manure.

You've got the wrong man, sire.

I was born in a brothel,

on a bridge in Londinium.

The sword can only be drawn

by Uther Pendragon

or his direct heir.

You felt it, didn't you?

The power.

That's what put you out.

You just don't know

how to control it.

I'm nothing but the bastard son

of a prostitute.

You and I have a lot more

in common than you think.

It's not just the same

blood we share,

but also the same interests.

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