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[ amid the whispers, a mysterious figure stands still. ]
MORGAN :
Quiet, please.
We had to cut short the festivities
due to the crime you all witnessed.
The culprit was none other than a highwayman. He shall be met with appropriate punishment.
NPC :
[ whispers ]
To attack someone like that, even with a bunch of knights around… What if he wasn’t acting alone?
NPC :
The tourney cannot continue under these conditions!
URIENS :
Silence!
Yes, brigands and other rabble have come right up to our doors to kill us as they please…
And you know why?
Because the Round Table has lost all authority.
MORGAN :
Uriens⎯
URIENS :
There are so few knights left
that no one’s afraid of retribution for their crimes anymore!
NPC :
That’s true!
ALIXANS :
Was Sir Lancelot not the first to leave?
Perhaps she ought to have thought of that before she did.
LANCELOT :
…
URIENS :
With that said!
This isn’t the first time blood is shed during an Orkney tourney
and never before have we cancelled the whole thing.
So, what do you say…
…knights of the Round Table?
Will you do the honorable thing?
Are you giving up?
PALAMEDES :
Bold words coming from you, Uriens. It’s thanks to the Round Table such tourneys can happen at all.
URIENS :
Oh, but tourneys existed before the Round Table.
How did we manage it then, I wonder?
GALAHAD :
…
MORDRED :
Come now, Uriens…
The Round Table
is not the problem.
[ back to a cave. nothing good happens in caves. ]
GIANT :
These bars have held boars before.
…I don’t think you’re that strong.
[ percy turns away, breathing heavily. ]
PERCIVAL :
…
You were in Mount Tombe, weren’t you?
GIANT :
…
So you were too, huh?
Did you live there, or…
…did you come with Arthur?
…
No matter.
It won’t change your fate.
She needs strength.
You’ll do.
PERCIVAL :
Dragon eggs?
GIANT :
Wyvern eggs.
PERCIVAL :
…
…I can’t stay here. I need to go home, I…
…have a family that needs me.
GIANT :
…
That’s a shame.
I don’t.
She’s the only one I have left,
and I don’t even know if she’ll survive the winter.
[ violence! in front of the eggs! ]
GIANT :
Stop it.
I don’t want to kill you just yet.
You’re all bones.
PERCIVAL :
Come any closer…
…and I’ll smash the eggs.
As ill as she is, your wyvern will croak before spring
and you’ll have nothing left.
GIANT :
What do you know?
When she recovers, she’ll hunt you to the ends of the earth.
PERCIVAL :
Her hide is raw, her scales have fallen off,
and her wounds are rotting.
The fact that she’s not reacting, as any mother would for its young,
tells me she’s in a terrible state.
It’s a fungal infection.
You’d need alcohol⎯tons of it⎯
and even more loosestrife to heal her.
GIANT :
…You…How do you…
…
Very well.
Here’s a deal for you.
If you help me care for her,
I’ll let you go.
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