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DINADAN :
The guards haven’t been too kind.
But I get it. As far as they’re concerned, I murdered their liege lord.
BRUNOR :
They should consider themselves lucky not to get a beating from me.
DINADAN :
Well, that’d be counter-productive, wouldn’t it?
All they did was dislocate my elbow.
PERCIVAL :
Does it hurt?
DINADAN :
( Hehe! )
Not anymore, Percy-boo!
But I can’t exactly fight like this, heh?
That’s why I called Muscle Man over here to my aid!
TRISTAN :
[ in French ] Sir Dinadan, you⎯
DINADAN :
What the hell are you doing here? What are you wearing?
TRISTAN :
…
I don’t see what⎯
DINADAN :
Mate, I can recognize your voice. ( And you speak French like you’re still at court. )
TRISTAN :
In that case…
Why didn’t you ask me to be your champion?!
[ he rattles din like a can. ]
I could’ve fought that duel! I’ve been in Benwick for months!
The way you’ve been treated⎯it’s unacceptable! I should’ve been the one to defend your honor!!
What a wicked, thoughtless man you are!
( Jail for Dinadan! Jail for Dinadan for at least one thousand years! )
DINADAN :
( Sorry… )
BRUNOR :
Din.
What happened?
DINADAN :
[ sighs ]
I don’t want to talk about it in front of Percy⎯
PERCIVAL :
If this is about my brothers,
I want to know.
DINADAN :
…
Very well.
For months, I’ve been meaning to investigate…
Well, a ton of different things, to be honest.
Listenoise, Corbenic, the Grail,
and Orkney. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, at first.
I think Lamorak and Aglovale’s recent passing was what pushed me to do it,
so I could understand what happened.
Before he left, Aglovale and I had a talk.
About our doubts regarding Morgan, among other things. I’ve suspected her of plotting against the Round Table for a while now.
On Aglovale’s advice, I went looking for information in Lothian.
All I found was some old archivist, who mostly fed me rumors.
Stuff about how Gawain and Mordred aren’t even Loth’s children,
the usual gossip rags about royals, the works.
Unfortunately…
Aglovale never made it back to tell me about his doubts.
So I went there, in southern Logres, hoping to find something that’d help me understand what happened.
The locals didn’t know a thing,
except for one woman.
She told me she saw two knights, dueling on a cliff.
TRISTAN :
Dueling?
DINADAN :
Exactly.
It’s weird, isn’t it? For an attack no one saw coming, that is.
If Lamorak had attacked Aglovale out of the blue, like he did on Samhain,
why would they have been wearing armor?
And that’s not all.
[ he scratches his cheek. ]
The lads from the post office.
They told me Gawain came by one morning, to ask whether Aglovale had sent off any mail.
It’s odd, no, to do so right after a knight’s tragic passing?
So I thought, maybe…
Gawain expected a specific letter to be sent.
BRUNOR :
Like what?
DINADAN :
I don’t know. In all my research, I couldn’t find an answer.
BRUNOR :
It’s not much evidence to go off of, is it?
DINADAN :
Maybe it isn’t.
Maybe I’ve been trying to find an explanation where there is none.
But…
…this all got me thinking about the Grail.
Tristan, remember what Pelles told us?
TRISTAN :
About what?
DINADAN :
The Grail will keep its guardian alive.
Merlin said so too, when Lamorak was stuck between this world and the Otherworld.
By choosing Lamorak, the Grail
should’ve kept him from dying.
Why didn’t it do so?
TRISTAN :
That’s… puzzling, yes.
BRUNOR :
So the Grail abandoned Lamorak?
PERCIVAL :
…
!
The hound…
The hound led us to the Grail! All we have to do is use it again.
Maybe then, we could understand what happened?
DINADAN :
That’s why I first came to Benwick, at least.
So I could talk about the situation with Dame Viviane, and ask her for the hound.
But…
It’s useless now.
BRUNOR :
How come?
DINADAN :
No idea.
I’m afraid that’s where my investigation hit a wall.
I think I started to tell myself that my obsession was baseless, and that
I was losing my shit.
I decided to go home.
On the way back, I ran into quite the kindly knight.
We rode together for part of the journey.
Come nighttime, we stopped to make camp, and at dawn…
Some guards showed up shortly after that, no doubt because the actual killer tipped them off.
I was accused of the murder and thrown straight into the dungeons.
Given his status, it could’ve been a political opponent, or someone trying to rob him…
…who saw an opportunity to blame their crime on me. That’s why I asked you to come and defend me, Brunor.
TRISTAN :
I wanted to defend you too.
DINADAN :
You lived closer by, so I wouldn’t have gotten as much time to prepare my defense. [ sparkles ]
With some luck and my wit, we may yet be able to avoid the duel.
BRUNOR :
[ just stares. ]
DINADAN :
… ?
… I’m sorry I made you worry. ( Hehe… ? )
BRUNOR :
[ stares Harder. ]
Ah, I got it. I know what’s bothering me.
You look like Dad. ( The beard really ties the look together. )
DINADAN :
NO THE FUCK I DON’T ?!
You look like Dad, fartface!
[ back to the road trip duo!! ]
BEDIVERE :
Good morning, Mordred.
MORDRED :
Good morning, Bedivere.
[ he sets his horse’s saddle onto her back, then glances at bedivere’s stump. ]
MORDRED :
…
BEDIVERE :
You’re not as discreet as you think you are.
MORDRED :
…
Do you need any help?
BEDIVERE :
No, thank you.
MORDRED :
…
Your stump looked like it hurt, yesterday.
How do you cope with it?
BEDIVERE :
…
MORDRED :
…
I assume you don’t want to talk about it⎯
BEDIVERE :
Indeed, we shall not.
URIENS :
Mordred!
Let’s ride together!
MORDRED :
I’m coming, uncle!
I’m still wondering why you took me along.
I don’t need to translate for Uriens.
BEDIVERE :
Not for him, no.
But if there’s anything afoot in the clan, I want to know about it.
MORDRED :
?!
Are you asking me to spy on my clan, my own family?
BEDIVERE :
[ sighs ]
Listen, Mordred.
I’ve been rather cold to you these past few days, and for that, I want to apologize.
It’s not your fault, really.
As you said, I must cope with some old hurts,
as well as with Uriens, around whom I’m always walking on eggshells. So believe me when I say this, with as much kindness as I can…
Beware Uriens,
and beware his will to make an alliance with the Germanic.
It isn’t a good thing for the Round Table.
MORDRED :
I
will do as I please, Bedivere.
[ back to the duel! AGAIN! ]
HERALD :
Loyal subjects!
On this here day,
justice for the murder of Duke Gurwant of Vannes
shall be made!
The accused, Sir Dinadan of Estrangore, has pleaded innocence in front of his Grace, the Duke!
We have examined his defense, and found it…
… inconclusive.
DINADAN :
[ sighs ]
Of course.
TRISTAN :
I expected as much. It’s all for show.
HERALD :
And so!
As per the laws of the land, we shall resort to a judiciary duel.
Both the victim and the accused shall have champions to stand for them.
In the arena, standing for the accused…
Brunor of Estrangore!
TRISTAN :
You look worried, Din. Brunor’s pretty damn strong, you know it.
DINADAN :
That’s not it. They rejected my defense so quickly, it’s like
they were certain they’d come out on top in a duel.
HERALD :
Here comes his Grace’s champion…
Lancelot du Lac!
[ COLLECTIVE BRUH MOMENT. ]
DINADAN :
Oh…
… shit.
ROUND TABLE TRIVIA
The Germanics & the island of Britain, part one.
The Germanic refer to several people, hailing from Northern Europe, who started migrating towards the west a few centuries ago.
[ the Germanic people’s homelands! ]
When they first arrived in Britain, the locals pushed them back towards the coast, where they established some settlements.
[ relative presence of Germanic settlements ]
It isn’t uncommon for some Germanic to leave their settlements, mingling with the locals and sharing their customs, which sometimes take root, like judiciary duels.
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