EPISODE 14
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PERCIVAL :
I’m not sure I understand.
What is the chivalric code, exactly?
Lamorak did try to explain it to me, but…
I don’t really get what honor is to begin with, actually.
DINADAN :
Hmm, everyone has their own spin on it, to be honest.
TRISTAN :
As a general rule,
let’s say that the point of the chivalric code is to make sure that
no one feels humiliated at the end of a fight—
regardless of its outcome, actually.
Both the winner and the loser must come out of it with their dignity intact.
It’s a form of respect that makes the fight fair and square.
In other words,
honor guarantees that each combatant has every chance to win,
and that the loser…
“... may only have themselves to blame.”
PERCIVAL :
Oh, hm…
It’s fine.
Dinadan did his best so it would heal okay.
DINADAN :
Good things the swords were blunted,
or you could’ve joined Bedivere in the highly private club for one-armed Welshmen.
PERCIVAL :
… What about you, how do you feel?
You did well, you know! ( You gave them a lot of trouble. )
Must be nice to be so tall.
MORDRED :
Oh, yeah.
Everyone in my family’s pretty tall.
I had a growth spurt last summer, so maybe you’ll have one too when you’re my age.
PERCIVAL :
… How old are you?
MORDRED :
Oh, I’m fifteen. How about you⎯thirteen, fourteen?
PERCIVAL :
… I’m seventeen.
MORDRED :
… Oh.
Well, you⎯
?? :
And yet, I don’t remember Loth being that tall.
BREUSE :
He certainly had an aura of greatness about him, though.
PERCIVAL :
… Breuse, is that it?
BREUSE :
Himself.
MORDRED :
And what do you know?
BREUSE :
I was a knight in his service, of course.
I was young alright, but I remember it.
MORDRED :
Your accent is neither from Lothian nor from Orkney, though.
BREUSE :
Oh? And where is it from, then?
MORDRED :
I would’ve said Caledonia?
BREUSE :
Hm, interesting.
PERCIVAL :
Is it because you’re so evasive
and unpleasant to be around that Tristan and Dinadan don’t like you?
MORDRED :
P-Percival?
BREUSE :
Aww, do you not think they like me?
PERCIVAL :
Seems clear enough to me.
BREUSE :
… Let’s say we have history.
I was a knight siding with them, then against them.
PERCIVAL :
How so?
BREUSE :
When Loth rebelled against Arthur…
I’d tell you to ask the son of the man in question right here,
but your knights would know better.
MORDRED :
…
BREUSE :
You see, the Round Table doesn’t like “traitors”,
so I assume that, despite the fact much time has passed,
some resentment stuck.
TRISTAN :
Din? What is it?
DINADAN :
Breuse.
He’s chatting with the kids.
I don’t like this at all.
TRISTAN :
True…
Don’t get involved for now,
but let’s be quick about this anyway.
Madam, you may prepare the shield.
I think we’ll wrap this up quickly enough.
SHERIFF :
How arrogant of you, sir knight.
You haven’t seen your opponent yet.
DINADAN :
Our opponent? Are we going two against one?
TRISTAN :
Aww, but there’s no challenge in that!
SHERIFF :
He’s Sean, the last few years’ reigning champion.
DINADAN :
Sean… ?
He’s Irish and a wrestling champion?
What, does he tap dance while drinking beer too?
SHERIFF :
Oh, I forgot to warn you.
Sean is half-giant.
PERCIVAL :
But, didn’t giants go extinct?
( That’s what my mother told me, anyway. )
BREUSE :
They did. Wiped out by Arthur.
But their whelps are still around.
They’re even pretty in demand as fighters,
because they’re strong as two men.
TRISTAN :
I’ll take care of the big guy
and you can wait your turn, okay?
DINADAN :
You’re going to die, man.
( And it’s rude to point at people. )
TRISTAN :
I’ll bet you twenty shillings that I can hold out for more than ten minutes on my own!
DINADAN :
Oh, bet.
SHERIFF :
The only rule is that you must force your opponent to surrender.
The winner will take home the tourney’s prize.
CROWD :
( Go Sean! )
SHERIFF :
May the final match…
begin!
TRISTAN :
You know, Sean…
I’m half Irish myself!
Where are you from, Munster?
SEAN :
… Connacht.
TRISTAN :
Aw. Connemara?
SEAN :
Exactly.
TRISTAN :
I heard it’s really pretty there!
SEAN :
It is!
DINADAN :
Hah.
Twenty shillings, right? <3
TRISTAN :
Yeah…
DINADAN :
At least I didn’t waste my time.
SEAN :
So it’s your turn now, if I understand correctly?
DINADAN :
On my own? No way.
I don’t stand a chance, especially in hand-to-hand combat.
As a half-giant, if you want a real challenge, it’ll have to be two against one.
SEAN :
Who says…
… that I’m looking for a challenge, knight?
DINADAN :
… Oh.
SEAN :
You’re right.
Since my mother shagged a giant, you don’t stand a chance.
You missed your opportunity, knight.
DINADAN :
... You're the one who missed yours.
TRISTAN :
Twenty shillings I’m the one to knock him down!
DINADAN :
Bet!
SEAN :
You think you’re too good to take this seriously?!
TRISTAN :
Y-yes?
Y-you’re⎯
choking me⎯
Sean⎯
DINADAN :
… Damn.
Last time I broke steel like that
was on a boar’s back.
So what?
Did your mom shag a boar too?
SEAN :
You rotten little⎯
TRISTAN :
I’ve got him, Din!
DINADAN :
You haven’t got jack!
MORDRED :
… What kind of fight is this?
PERCIVAL :
It’s not looking good, is it?
BREUSE :
Yeah, no.
So, sorry, lads…
MORDRED, PERCIVAL :
Hm?
BREUSE :
But time is money.
Oi, Tristan!
Sorry to interrupt your silly fight.
It was hilarious, but…
Your defeat isn’t part of my plans.
ROUND TABLE TRIVIA
When a squire is deemed fit for fighting, they’re knighted by their monarch and officially become a knight.
The average knighting age is between 17 and 22 years old.
Aglovale, knighted at 17.
Dinadan, knighted at 18.
The Round Table does have some noteworthy exceptions among its ranks.
Lamorak and Gawain, knighted at 15.
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