Sword Of The Valiant: The Legend Of Sir Gawain And The Green Knight Page #5

- To your execution.

Father! Father, help me!

- Please.

- Take her away!

Linet! Linet, where are you?

There he is!

Wait for it!

- Gawain!

- Linet!

Let's go!

- Join your friends!

- Whoa!

Follow them!

There they are!

Quick, after them!

Here we go again.

We haven't lost them.

There's no escape.

It's a dead end.

My love, take the ring!

Good-bye, Gawain. Good-bye.

Linet?

Linet!

Morgan! Stop your meddling!

Meddling?

I was only having a little fun.

You know Gawain and Linet

weren't to meet yet.

Give him back.

You're spoiling my game.

And if I give him back...

what will you give me

in return?

You have interfered

with my game...

with your black deeds

and trickery...

and now you dare

to bargain with me?

No one bargains

with the Green Knight! No one!

Hmm. Quite impressive.

But stay with me tonight...

and show me some better tricks.

- Please?

- Well, we'll see.

Linet! Linet!

Now, where is

the brave young knight...

who so readily accepted

my challenge?

What?

The year half over, and

still no answers to my riddle.

- It's impossible!

- Of course it is.

The more you cheat,

the harder it becomes.

Cheat? What do you mean?

You're not playing my game,

Gawain.

You have a ring,

and it does not belong to you.

But Linet gave it to me!

You shall not have it!

"Where life is gladness...

emptiness"!

Hey, stop!

Wait!

You won't get much out of them,

young man.

They've taken a vow of silence.

I do most of the talking

for them...

as we wander around the land.

But where are we?

Is this near Lyonesse?

Lyonesse?

My dear friend, nowhere

is near this forsaken place.

Then she is gone...

and I'm lost.

It was gladness. Now emptiness.

You speak in riddles.

I'm trying to solve one.

Come, tell me about it,

I beg you.

These brothers

are boring company.

Day after day, not so much

as a belch or a fart.

I'll catch them up.

Good friar,

you seem a wise fellow.

What do you know of riddles?

Ha! Wise?

Don't let these robes fool you.

I've been everything

from a hopeless juggler...

to a rather accomplished

pick-pocket.

But now I am too fat

to run fast enough.

Ha! And who would think

under my habit...

I have that very fine ring

you had in your pocket.

You what?

Ah, it's in the blood.

I can't stop myself.

You see these?

I relieved a certain Baron

Fortinbras of their weight.

Nice, aren't they?

But really, riddles, I can't do.

I can't even do hopscotch right.

But I didn't say

I couldn't help you.

A few miles back...

we passed the track

leading to the Rock of Wisdom.

Tell the sage there your riddle.

- Thank you, friar.

- You'll need this.

In exchange for these.

- What do you want?

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