Knightriders Page #5

My hero!

See? Good luck, huh?

The King. My lords and

ladies, the King is restored to us.

Long ilve the King!

The King is on his throne and in good

time to honour the champion of the day.

And to us, my lords and ladies,

the champion of the day is truly

a champion, honoured and rewarded.

There is a purse

for the champion, of course,

but, more importantly,

until the next games,

he will sit in an honoured place

in the King's favour.

He will be absolved from certain duties

and be granted privileges

within our society.

So, being champion of the games

is no small thing to a knight.

Make it three and I'll buy you a beer.

- And the brave Sir Ewing...

- Yeah? You're on.

...the valiant Sir Alan,

they both deserve the honour well.

May the better man win!

Good night, sweet prince.

Sir Ewing, my lords and ladies!

- The champion of the day!

- Ewain, Ewain!

Hey, Pip! It's Ewain the invincible!

Nah, I'm all right. Get the bike.

It's OK. Go ahead.

Hi. I could sure use one

of those rubdowns tonight.

What's the matter?

Alan get all the townie action, huh?

Oh, geez.

Where's Julie?

Has she come back yet?

I don't know.

So, how in the

hell are we gonna find her?

She's probably gone home.

Come on, let's go.

I'll kick that kid's face,

calling me a fat slob jerk!

And now the part I know

some of you have been waiting for.

This is a traditional part

of our tournament.

So, those of you with your own bikes...

Just what the hell

am I signing away here, man?

Well, your... your intelligence,

your good looks,

and your social standing,

nothing really.

Here, put this on and keep it on.

And if nobody's

up for a direct challenge...

If you don't know

how to write your own name,

why don't you just make an X?

Don't forget to pick up the helmet.

It's the thing that looks like your head,

only it's got a chin strap.

Billy, I...

Aw, man.

You all right? Yeah?

I guess Little John's mace is too heavy.

This is...

Yeah. OK.

Look, what did you do out there, man?

You went under me like you wanted me

to smash you or something.

I mean, you wanna prove the mace is

too heavy, you don't have to die to do it.

Oh, Sir William? Could you sign

your name on your picture?

Could you make it to Billy?

Billy's my name, too.

- Look at that spread.

- What is this?

It's a magazine called "Cycle Riders".

Now, see, I... I didn't know about this.

Merl, I didn't know about this.

Must be the piece they did in Johnstown.

I mean, obviously that is you.

I mean, you were there.

Yeah, I was there.

Yeah, right, that's me.

I'm sorry, but I don't like

this kind of stuff.

All I want you to do is just,

you know, sign your name.

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