Sword Of The Valiant: The Legend Of Sir Gawain And The Green Knight

Synopsis: Gawain was a squire in King Arthur's court when the Green Knight burst in and offered to play a game with a brave knight. No knights stand to defend their king's honor. Except for the valiant Gawain. After being quickly knighted Gawain plays the game, but learns that it's all a trick, and he has lost. But the Green Knight shows mercy, letting Gawain grow a year older before having to face the consequences. Gawain journeys across the land, learning about life, saving damsels, and solving the Green Knight's riddle.
Director(s): Stephen Weeks
Production: MGM
102 min

Hey, Gawain, the king's armor.

That's the last

that I shall ever make.

The last that

he shall ever wear.


The more sumptuous the feast,

the more it turns my stomach.

Take it away. Take it all away!


Each yuletide, we celebrate

the thickening of our bellies...

and the softening

of our muscles.

Has your valor fled entirely

in these times of peace?

Is this the court

whose knights...

were feared

throughout Christendom?

I'm bored.

Bored with you all!


We'll have no feasting yet.

We've drowned our knighthood

in too much wine.

Not one drop more!

Not a morsel of bread,

until even one of you...

proves that he's worthy

of his spurs.

What's that?

What great feats have we

to mark this year?

What tales of valor,

what deeds of arms...

enhance this crown

that sits upon my head?

The old year

limps to its grave, ashamed.

I shall have some proof


that knightliness still lives

within these walls!

Strange indeed.

A feast without food,

and a court without a king.

Strangers are welcome

in this place...

but they must leave

their insolence at the door.

And their horses.

I come in peace, great king.

All I seek is good sport.

By the look of you,

you haven't come here...

to bob for apples. No.

My wager is

you play a deadly game.

Ah, the king is wise.

The game I bring is more

in keeping with the season.

The year is old...

and death smiles out

from behind this merry time.

Our knights do lack for sport.

What is the game?

My axe.

Feel it.

Go on, feel it.

Sharp, isn't it?

As sharp as your appetite, sir?

The east wind is not its equal.


Is it as heavy

as your conscience, sir?

Certainly truer

than the ladies of this court.


I offer you my only weapon.

Unarmed, I shall stand here

before you all, my neck bare.

My challenge is simple.

Let any man among you

worthy of the deed...

take up my axe and hack the head

from off my shoulders.

Fear not, brave knights.

I shall not move, nor flinch...

nor seek to defend myself

in any way.

I am ready for the blow.


one blow, and no more.

And I have but one demand.


if the power is left to me...

I have the right to return

the blow in like manner.

If the power be left to him?

Oh, come.

The sport is simple.

A cut for a cut...

and yours to be the first.

Who's going to deal me my blow?

Who's the jolly gambler

to play my game?

Who shall lay his pride...

his prowess...

his courage...

on the line of my neck?

Come, great knights!

Champion your king!

Come on, gentlemen, I'm waiting.

My neck grows cold.

I can remember a time...

when I would have had

a hundred knights...

begging the honor

to be my champion.

Have we slipped so far?

Well, so be it.

If death is your resolve

with this mad jest...

then, by heaven,

you shall have it.

The king himself

shall do the deed.

And may God have mercy

on your soul when it is done.

My liege!


My liege, give me the axe.

Let the cut be mine.

Silence! Peace.

I will have silence.

I see my earlier words

now sadly proved.

A humble squire

has set the seal on your shame.

Let him be squire no longer...

but my only true knight.

He is called Gawain, sire.

Arise a knight, Sir Gawain.

Now the challenge is accepted.

Strike well, Gawain,

you have but one blow.

Make it pay.

Your own neck would feel

the weight of any second.

The king speaks true.

Sir knight...

it may be too late,

once I've dealt my blow...

for you to tell us

your name and your home.

Such bold words.

You know of me

all you have need to know.

Lay on.

Let the game begin.


Come to me, my body.

These young eyes have seen

nothing of the world yet.

Shall I snuff out their light?

Shall these young lips grow cold

before they have tasted life...

or touched a woman's cheek?

No, Gawain.

You shall not die yet

to defend their lack of courage.

I came to challenge a man,

not a beardless boy.

I give you a year's grace

to grow your beard.

Twelve sweet, short months

of life to do with as you will.

But when the seasons

have come full circle...

we shall meet again, and

you shall pay your debt to me.

Is there no hope for me

beyond this?

Must I spend the year

awaiting death at your hand?

Only fools and priests

do squander life...

with thoughts of death.

So you would hope to cheat

your fate, Gawain, hmm?

Well, every man hopes that.

Especially the young.

I'll give you a riddle.

Mark it well, for if

by the time we meet again...

you have fully understood

every line...

your life

will be restored to you.

It has, uh, four lines.

Mark them all well.

Where life is emptiness,


Where life is darkness, fire.

Where life is golden, sorrow.

Where life is lost, wisdom.

But how do I know

where to find you?

Never fear, Sir Gawain.

If you do not find me,

I will most assuredly find you.

Sir Gawain. My helmet.

You have restored honor

to this court.

May others take heart

from your example.

And may my own armor...

and the Lord,

protect you on your quest.

Let the feast begin!

I don't think I'm hungry.

Take your last look, Humphrey.

Now, there's just one thing

they forgot to tell me...

in my swift initiation

into knighthood.

Oh, yes?

How the hell do I relieve

myself in this tin suit?

What no lost knight

should be without.

Oh, you don't know

how happy I am to see that.

Anyway, which way do we go?

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