Prince Valiant Page #6

No, sir, I...

That's what comes of perfect nursing.

Do you feel as sturdy as you look?

Yes, sir.

Then I see no reason to delay

our departure another hour. Do you?

- No, sir, I...

- Very well then.

- Oh, but not today.

- Why not?

Well, we leave ourselves

in three more days.

I thought we were

all going together.

You tempt me, Aleta,

but duty comes first.

If Val is well enough,

we must go.

Of course, Sir Brack,

and so must we.

Why should we wait three more days

and lose Sir Brack's protection?

How much nicer to have three days

at Camelot before the tournament.

Perhaps you are right,

my dear.

- Don't you think so, Sir Brack?

- Certainly.

- Welcome to Camelot, sire.

- Greetings, Sir Kay.

Our arrival is a little premature.

King Arthur and his queen will be

all the more pleased. Will you follow me?

- Prince Valiant.

- Yes, sir.

Does Sir Gawain know

that you've returned?

Well, er, no, sir, not yet.

Where is he, sir?

In his quarters, gravely wounded.

Excuse me.

Valiant!

You're all right, lad.

- What happened, sir?

- Oh, nothing much.

It was after you left, I...

Blast you, boy! You ran off!

I'm... I'm sorry, sir.

Sorry my beef bones!

You broke your word.

Ran off without a by-your-leave.

- I was a fool.

- Don't take the words out of my mouth.

You're a Viking fool.

I'll keep no squire who disobeys.

Go to Brack. Let him...

Forgive me, sir,

and please lie...

Stop interrupting,

and I'll tell you what happened.

When you failed to return,

I went out after you.

- That's how I came on the Black Knight.

- You found him?

Yeah. It would have been a good fight

if the knave had fought fairly.

He was searching the wood

when I challenged him.

We fought,

and he was good

but his lance broke,

and I unhorsed him.

I rode in to finish him when...

when a dozen varlets who had been hiding

came charging out at me.

They were on foot?

Armed with bows?

Aye. It was only luck I got away

through a hail of arrows.

- So did I.

- You what?

I was set upon

by a band of bowmen.

Escaped with an arrow

in my back.

- Where was Sir Brack?

- I don't know.

I was nearly captured

where he told me to wait for him.

Now he says he went back

to search for me and found no one.

Isn't that strange, sir?

- What do you imply?

- Well...

It's hard to put into words, sir,

but could it be

that he covets King Arthur's throne

more than anyone knows?

Sir Brack?

A base suspicion, Val.

Unworthy of you.

I... I suppose it is unworthy.

Infamous is a better word.

Sir Brack may have been born

on the wrong side of the blanket

but he's a knight

of the Round Table

sworn to lay down

his life for our king

and to defend truth,

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