EPISODE 149 

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DINADAN : 

…Is this a bad time for a chat, your Majesty? 

MORGAN : 

A chat, alone with a knight, in my own quarters? ( You must be joking. ) 

Leave at once, or I shall call the guards.

DINADAN : 

I’ll make it quick, it’s⎯

MORGAN : 

Guards!

[ SEIZE HIM! ]

DINADAN : 

It’s about Medisant, and especially⎯

⎯your involvement in the Round Table’s downfall.

MORGAN : 

Let him go.

You may leave.

…You have five minutes, no more.

I should hope you’re not here to threaten me. Besides, you’re quite poorly informed, sir knight.

The Round Table is important to me. I do not seek its ruin.

DINADAN : 

Of course. Let’s call it a…change in direction.

MORGAN : 

Where did you get such an idea?

DINADAN : 

Where to begin? 

The shield in Corbenic? 

The shield involved in a quest that led to us knights realizing what a wretched state Corbenic was in, as well as the discovery of the Grail.

What would the infamous Breuse Sans Pitié, renowned sellsword that he is, be doing with that shield in Edinburgh, if not claiming his pay?

MORGAN : 

I know not this Breuse character. And what need do I have for such a shield?

…

Let me guess…

You put a great deal of trust in your instincts, don’t you?

A shame.

I believe in evidence.

DINADAN : 

Medisant, then.

MORGAN : 

Medisant?

DINADAN : 

The young woman who attacked Camelot while we were still at Mount Tombe.

She claims you put her up to it.

MORGAN : 

And why would she be telling the truth?

DINADAN : 

If she’s lying, she included some pretty specific details,

like your brand on her body.

MORGAN : 

It must be a trap,

meant to sow discord in our ranks.

[ dinadan humphs. ]

Your five minutes are almost up, sir knight.

DINADAN : 

Aglovale and Lamorak.

They were under your protection, and

Lamorak was bound to the Grail. It protected him.

He shouldn’t have been able to die.

Merlin said as much. Viviane all but confirmed it.

What does the third of the Round Table’s great mages have to say about it,

since you witnessed it all?

Can you tell me why eyewitnesses told us of two knights in armor, fighting on the cliff?

MORGAN : 

…

You want the truth?

Very well.

I watched as Lamorak tried to choke my daughter to death

and stabbed my son.

He was not himself anymore, and if Gawain hadn’t acted…

…if I hadn’t acted…

…Lamorak would’ve done more than kill his brother, that day.

Feel free to listen to what those witnesses think they saw. I know what I saw. 

And I chose to protect my children.

Your five minutes are up.

Now, do take your leave, and take some time to think about your accusations.

[ dinadan bows and turns to leave. ]

DINADAN : 

…It’s still odd, isn’t it? 

During the knighting ceremony,

Mordred didn’t look any worse for wear,

for someone who’d been stabbed the week before. 

[ he steps out. ]

DINADAN : 

Hey, Mordred!

Are you going back to Camelot after that mess of a tourney?

Why don’t we take the road together?

BREUSE : 

( Ugh. ) 

Ah, shit…

MORGAN : 

I see you’ve put my patronage to good use. 

Not a word.

Let’s take this somewhere quiet. 

BREUSE : 

Long time no see, my queen.

I was starting to think you’d forgotten about me.

MORGAN : 

I’ve kept my distance so as to not rouse suspicion.

Dinadan is causing trouble. I want you to take care of it.

BREUSE : 

What’s it gonna be this time?

MORGAN : 

I want you to get rid of him.

BREUSE : 

…Well, at least it’s straightforward. 

Given he turns down every duel that comes his way, I’ll have to think of some way to do that.

MORGAN : 

He left for Camelot this morning. I’m sure you’ll find plenty of opportunities along the way.

I don’t care how you do it, so long as he vanishes before he can run his mouth. 

…And bring me word of Gawain, while you’re at it. 

BREUSE : 

…

You sure you’re alright? 

MORGAN : 

…I worry about them. Gawain and Mordred both.

Gawain’s been wandering around for months, and Mordred…

He seems so depressed, so bitter. 

BREUSE : 

Didn’t you say it was painful for him?

MORGAN : 

It is.

I must get my hands on the Grail again,

understand why it won’t stay with Mordred⎯and how to heal him.

BREUSE : 

…You’re doing plenty already,

for those bairns o’ yours.

Maybe they should try and figure it out without you, no?

MORGAN : 

…I’ll take no advice from you. You forget yourself, sellsword. 

BREUSE : 

…

That’s all I am, huh?

MORGAN : 

Even if you wish to be otherwise,

you’ll do so at my leisure. 

BREUSE : 

…Very well.

I want my pay upfront. All of it.

After this, you’ll never call on me again.

MORGAN : 

Did I hurt your feelings?

BREUSE : 

I’m too old for this bullshit. 

You’re the one who seeks me out first, every single time.

I’m not the only mercenary out there, nor am I always the best for the job.

MORGAN : 

Do you believe I’ve gotten attached to you? 

BREUSE : 

Nah.

I think you’re lonely.

Your loved ones won’t accept you. Most of them don’t know how angry you are, or the injustice you’ve endured.

So you’ve stuck with me because you see yourself in me.

You resent Arthur, and I don’t need to be a genius to figure out

that this is about succession, or some courtly load of crap. 

But for us peasants below, you’re one and the same.

Whether the crown sits on your head or Arthur’s, the same old people are gonna end up in the same old shit.

You feel wronged because you think you deserve better?

Don’t those who suffer under your reign deserve better too?

You think you’re the only person in the world who’s ever suffered,

or been deserving of revenge?

You may think I’m your mirror,

but you’re not honest enough

to see the dirt on you. 

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