King Arthur Page #3

ln the north a massive

Saxon incursion has begun.

- The Saxons only claim what they kill.

- And only kill everything.

So you would just

leave the land to the Woads.

And l risked my life for nothing.

Hm.

Gentlemen,

your discharge papers with safe conduct

throughout the Roman Empire.

But first, l must have a word

with your commander.

- ln private.

- We have no secrets.

(slams table)

Come. Let's leave Roman business

to Romans.

Let it go, Bors.

Rome has issued a final order

for you and your men.

Final order?

You are to travel north

to rescue the family of Marius Honorius

and return, in particular,

with Marius's son, Alecto.

Alecto is the Pope's

favorite godchild and pupil.

lt is his destiny to become a bishop,

perhaps even pope one day.

On this day you ask this of my men.

On this day.

They have risked their lives for 1 5 years

for a cause not of their own.

And now, on the day they are to be

liberated, you send them on a mission

which is far more dangerous

than any other they have undertaken.

You tell me, Bishop,

how do l go to my men and tell them

that instead of freedom l offer death?

lf your men are truly the knights

of legend, perhaps some will survive.

lf it is God's will.

Your men want to go home,

and to get home they need to cross

the entire breadth of the Roman Empire.

Deserters would be hunted down like dogs.

Will you defy the Pope, Arthur?

Rome? God himself?

Everything l've done has been

for the Church and for Rome.

Do not mistake a loyal soldier

for a fool, Germanius.

Would you leave a defenseless

Roman boy, destined to lead our Church,

at the hands of the Saxons?

Fulfill this mission, and your men

will receive their discharge.

Their papers will be waiting here

the moment they return.

You have my word.

You think very hard upon that vow, Bishop,

for l will hold you to it.

Break it, and no Roman legion,

papal army,

nor God himself will protect you.

That is my word.

- (man) She gave me fleas.

- (man #2) You better hope they're fleas.

Best of three.

(baby mewling)

Who wants another drink?

- (Lancelot) Ahh.

- (sighs)

When you gonna leave Bors

and come home with me?

My lover is watching you.

Mmm...

You look nothing like him.

You're all Bors.

- Tristan...

- How do you do that?

l aim for the middle.

Oh, they want more!

- Here. Be a mother to your son.

- Oh, come here.

Dagonet, where you been?

We've got plans to make.

Here, please. Sing.

- No.

- Just a last one.

- No, l'm trying to work.

- Come sing. Shut up!

Vanora will sing.

- (Vanora) No, no.

- (chants of ''Sing!')

- (man) Sing about home.

- (Gawain) Don't drop the baby.

(singing fades)

(singing fades)

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