EPISODE 14

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PERCIVAL :

I’m not sure I understand.
What exactly is the chivalric code?
Lamorak did try to explain it to me, but…
I don’t really get what honor is to begin with, actually.

DINADAN : 

Hmm, everyone's got 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.
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 participant has every chance to win,
and that the loser…
“... may only have themselves to blame.”

MORDRED : 

How's your arm?

PERCIVAL : 

Oh, hm…
It’s fine.
Dinadan did his best so that it'd heal cleanly.

DINADAN : 

Good things the swords were blunted,
or you could’ve joined Bedivere in the highly exclusive club for one-armed Welshmen.

PERCIVAL : 

… What about you, how are you feeling?
You did well, you know! ( You gave them a lot of trouble. )
It must be nice to be so tall.

MORDRED : 

Oh, yeah.
Everyone in my family’s fairly tall.
I had a growth spurt last summer, so maybe you’ll hit one too when you’re my age.

PERCIVAL : 

… How old are you?

MORDRED : 

Oh, I’m fifteen. How about you⎯thirteen, fourteen?

PERCIVAL : 

( Oh. ) 

… I’m seventeen.

MORDRED : 

… Oh.
Well, you⎯

?? : 

I don’t remember Loth being all that tall.

BREUSE : 

He certainly had an aura of greatness about him, though.

PERCIVAL : 

… Breuse, is that it?

BREUSE : 

Right on the button.

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 go way back.
I was a knight alongside them, then against them.

PERCIVAL : 

How so?

BREUSE : 

When Loth rebelled against Arthur…
I’d tell you to ask the man's son himself,
but your knights would know more about it than he does.

MORDRED : 

…

BREUSE : 

You see, the Round Table doesn’t like “traitors”,
so I assume that, despite the fact it's been so long,
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…
Stay out of it for now,
but let’s make this quick.
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 a 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 in pretty high demand as fighters,
because they’re twice as strong as any man.

TRISTAN :

I’ll take care of the big guy
and you can wait your turn, okay?

DINADAN : 

You’re going to die, mate.
( 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 : 

There is but one rule : you must force your opponent into surrender.
The winner will take home the tourney’s prize.

CROWD : 

Go Sean! [ cheering ]

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.
So, twenty shillings, right? <3

TRISTAN : 

Yeah…

DINADAN : 

Well, at least I got something out of today.

SEAN : 

So it’s your turn now, correct?

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 chance, knight.

DINADAN : 

... You missed yours, mate.

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?
Your mum shag a boar too?

SEAN : 

You dirty little⎯

TRISTAN : 

I’ve got him, Din!

DINADAN : 

You haven’t got shit!

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.
Great entertainment, but…
Your defeat isn’t part of my plans.

ROUND TABLE TRIVIA 

When a squire is deemed fit for combat, 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 boast some noteworthy exceptions among its members.

Lamorak and Gawain, knighted at 15.

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