"As the elders explain it... every story begins, and ends... at the crossing of two paths." "For some, this story, begins on the shores of France." "Two men, once enemies, whose paths first crossed in battle... now face different roads in their journey as friends," "Tarik." "Things won't be the same without you." "What will I do with myself?" "When you're not praying five times a day." "Do exactly the same thing you would do when I was praying." "That's impossible?" "Why?" "I was stealing food." "Come with me to England." "Come with me to Spain." "We'll find El Cabillo together." "We'll continue our adventures." "I can't." "The only adventures I seek at the moment... are two head of cattle and an acre of farmland." "Always the hopeless romantic." "I hate it when you do that." "Others say it began the same day with... the escape of Father Bernard" "I was going to tie your feet together... but I want to see you kick." "Forgive me." "A shepherd on the run from his flock." "But most say it began right here in England... with the disappearance of Lunna on the eve of her wedding." "I want him!" "I want him!" "Would you look at this?" "I'm busy." "Come here, you really need to see this." "Help!" "Maybe the old rope trick." "The old rope trick." "Praise God, my son." "You saved my ..." "You're a Moor." "Yes, I am." "Tarik headed off Spain in search of adventure... and the legendary, El Cabillo." "Whilst George rowed home to England." "The word of God warms the soul... but good wine warms the belly." "No." "I have to ask about..." "How did a Christian knight befriend a Muslin Moor?" "Well, it's quite simple, really He tried to cut my head off." "I was in Jerusalem, in the ruins of a small building." "There were two Arab men." "One was dead, the other, was mortally wounded." "I was kneeling over the man when Tarik came into the building." "Why didn't he kill you?" "Because he realised I wasn't trying to kill the man." "I was giving him water to ease his suffering." "The man was Tarik's own brother." "What are your plans now?" "Hopefully find a quiet place to settle down." "Perhaps find a wife." "But first I have family to visit." "Here in the forest, men search for the missing Princess." "None more so than Lord de Gurney." "For he had much to lose." "The King had given him the Princess' hand... and once wed, he would have the power and riches he coveted." "Whether the Princess loved him or not... he would marry her and rule the kingdom." "But no one thought "dragon"." "They had long since become legend." "But looking back... this story began when George returned to the village of Loar... and our paths crossed for the first time." "Are you lost, sir?" "Where's your horse?" "I'm not lost and I have no horse." "I'm here to find Sir Robert." "He'd be old now..." "He's still here, And he's still old." "I'm Wryn." "I'm George." "Very pleased to meet you, Wryn." "Sir Robert?" "I'll take you to him." "Thank you, kind sir." "You be careful with that lance, boy." "Hello?" "ls anybody home?" "My eyes may be weak... but even after fifteen years, I know the voice of my own son." "Come here, my boy." "Father." "Oh, father!" "I never gave you hope." "I knew you'd come back." "You know, so often I dream..." "I was there, fighting alongside of you." "Sir Robert?" "May I come in?" "Yes, come in." "My son, the hero!" "Prepare a feast." "Come on." "Shall we cook him first... or eat him on the hoof?" "I don't know, Bilchar, he looks a little tough." "Might need a little tenderising." "So, you're the famous El Cabillo." "You know, I was hoping you could teach me something." "If you're looking for a teacher... then you've made a very poor choice." "I only have four lessons... and sadly my students always seem to fail." "Get this man a weapon." "This better be worth my while." "Lesson number one..." "always expect the unexpected." "And I thought this was going to be easy." "It's gonna be easy all right." "Lesson number two... never take your eyes off your opponent." "Lesson number three... never underestimate your opponent." "Well, Moor... thats's the best you got?" "Our lessons are almost over." "My eyes!" "Lesson number four... always cheat." "Best stick with you bow, son." "ls it true that the Muslims... eat the heart and liver of the knights they killed?" "No, they only eat the heart." "The liver they feed to the horses." "Give them no mind." "I wish I'd been there with you." "What's that?" "lt is a curious thing, isn't it?" "It was given to me by a Muslim friend." "A Muslim friend?" "Surely you jest?" "No, actually, father." "It looks like the devil's pitchfork itself." "Then that's what I shall call it." "A pitch." "Where will adventure take you next, my son?" "Well..." "I want to settle down." "Nonsense!" "Settle down?" "You've got two perfectly good legs... my blood running through your veins." "The blood of conquest." "I was thinking of trying to find some land." "Perhaps north of the Grampians." "You're still a hopeless romantic." "You'd be wiser to go east." "Fewer brigands." "And no dragons." "Are you still telling tale stories of dragons, father?" "Not tale stories." "Facts, dragons." "The most fearsome creatures who ever walked this earth." "And there's still one out there, as you know by this..." "The lance." "The other end of it still stuck fast inside of her, yes?" "Yes, and one day, lad, you'll bring that half back to me." "I think you may finally be ready... for this gift." "Something I've been saving for you." "A dragon horn." "Made from a claw from its foot." "Makes a sound only a dragon can hear." "And you saw this dragon, Sir Robert?" "With your own two eyes?" "With my own two legs, to be more precise." "Whatever you say, father." "I appreciate this gift." "But my days of conquest are... are over." "To England." "Gently." "All right, put it down, there we go." "When you arrive in Crail, find King Edgaar." "Edgaar will recognise that dragon horn I gave you... and know I sent you." "Will he have some land?" "lf that's what you seek." "But I know better, lad." "I know what lies inside you." "Here." "Farewell, mother." "Goodbye, father." "Fare ye well." "All of you." "Come." "If anyone here were half man I am... we might still have a princess." "Okay, come on everyone." "There's another way round we can go." "Come on." "I don't care how your mother made porridge." "Now, he could chop my firewood." "You call that a tip?" "Learn to read?" "And where would that get you?" "Pour me another, she'll be shopping for two more hours." "Here you are, sir." "See what you think about that then." "Nothing like a drop of ale to wash... the dust of the road from your throat, huh?" "You're right there, sir." "I'll tell you something too." "That is the finest ale this side of the Grampians." "Could you tell me where I might find king Edgaar?" "The King?" "Well... now normally he'd be, right over there enjoying a drink." "The King?" "Here?" "Yes, yes, yes, yes." "When I say my ale is fit for a king, I mean it." "I was told he may have some land he could sell." "I'm afraid you've had a long journey... and it may have been wasted." "What do you think I am?" "You see, the thing is, three days ago... the king got word that his daughter had disappeared." "Not been out of the house since." "I doubt he will be, until she's found." "It's a bad business." "Very bad business." "Then I have some time to kill." "Anyone wanting to buy land round here... must have a fair few coins in his purse." "Not as many as you think, friend." "My friends here would all like another tankard of ale." "Let's just check those coins again, see if we can't..." "I don't think you want any trouble." "I wouldn't mind some." "Be very careful what you wish for, Arrd." "Lord de Gurney." "I suggest you remember your place." "Batley, my Lord." "He put me up to it." "It was all his big idea." "Go on, get out of here." "Lord de Gurney." "George of Loack." "I can arrange a meeting with the King if you like." "You can?" "After you." "Thank you, my Lord." "What news, Lord de Gurney?" "None yet, sire." "But, my men and I will continue to search." "Was there no sign of her at all?" "No, sire." "But I am convinced it was the Picts." "Picts?" "Those savages." "They could do anything to her, anything at all." "Mark my words, sire..." "I will get her back unharmed." "She is your daughter, but she's also betrothed." "Then I will join you." "For Princess Lunna, I'd follow the devil himself." "Sire, I fear it might be a little too dangerous for such a..." "Any man who joins in the search for my daughter... has my blessing." "Perhaps... my liege, I may be of some assistance." "My Lord, may I introduce Sir..." "My Lord, if I may be so bold." "This is my introduction." "The dragon horn!" "How did you come by this?" "ls Sir Robert dead?" "No, my good Lord, he is old but well." "And prays for our good health and long life." "Come here." "Come closer." "I'd know those eyes anywhere." "You must be..." "George." "Yes, I'm son of Sir Robert." "Nothing could delight me more than to know.... that the son of my old comrade in arms is joining the search." "There is a reward, you know." "Money's no object." "No, my Lord." "I seek only one thing." "Just a small parcel of land." "Enough for a cottage, a garden, two head of cattle." "Your modesty touches me." "Do you think it's too late?" "Sire, I'm sure she's fine." "I'll wager there isn't a Pict within a day's ride of her." "It must be the horses." "We took the better half of a day... to get around a tree, did we?" "I swear if I had a coin for every time you were late..." "I could pave this entire country in gold." "I'm sorry sir. lt took a little longer that we thought." "We have no time for chit-chat." "D'arcy, we have to make camp by daybreak." "Let's see what England has to offer us." "Let's go." "Would you care for some liquorice?" "Thank you." "It must be an acquired taste." "And has the Princess Lunna acquired the taste?" "I do believe she has." "Then you are destined to be together." "ls there a princess in your life?" "No." "All the women I've come across... are more trouble than they're worth." "Then you most certainly have not met my Lunna." "She is as gentle and agreeable as a lamb." "I shall look forward to making her acquaintance." "Dismount!" "I have scoured these woods for tracks, and I have found none." "So, the Picts have wings?" "No, they have boats." "They came from the water while the Princess was in the lake." "And they will never suspect we have them too." "We do?" "I see nothing but trees." "And from trees come boats." "All right, you men, dismount." "Fell the timber here." "You men from here rearward... take your horses and drag the poles to the lake." "And you, get me another roll of liquorice." "Care for another, George?" "No, you keep it for yourself, my Lord." "Stand aside." "Yes, my Lord." "Shall we?" "Garth, appears we have some company." "The Picts." "George... catch it." "Garth, axe." "This is getting us nowhere." "Having fun?" "Can I borrow this?" "Garth, catch." "Keep you." "Coming, George." "Thank you" "You are welcome." "Did you lose something?" "Here you are." "Found now." "Elm's gone looking for trouble." "Can you look after these on your own?" "I don't need you, just your axe." "Axe and you shall receive." "Come on, come on." "No!" "Come back!" "My sword!" "You all right, Elm?" "I surely had them on the run, I did." "No, you nearly got yourself killed is more like it." "You're lucky I saw you leave." "Not that lucky, I'm afraid." "Look." "Run away." "Nearly there, come on." "Go on, get out of here!" "Whoever you are... we consider you a friend." "Please show yourself." "I know this young archer." "Wryn!" "If you don't show yourself..." "I'll slice up your liver and have it for dinner." "You wouldn't really eat my liver, would you?" "I've half a mind to do exactly that, now come down here." "What are you doing here?" "You looked like you could use some help." "We were in a bit of bind." "I'm Wryn, from Loar." "Emendorf of Crail." "Good to meet you." "I've heard of Loar, and I've never been there, but..." "Do you mind?" "Now we have to take this child back to Loar." "You can't take me back." "I saved your life." "The boy does have a point." "Have you both taken leave of your senses?" "This journey's far too dangerous to be undertaken by a child." "We can take him as far as the Abbey of Saint Germaine." "Near Torgyle." "Well... you leave us little choice now." "Wonderful." "Now let's get back to the camp... and we'll retrieve the cart and Princess Lunna's things... and then I won't have to ride that infernal horse any longer." "All right." "Come on." "No!" "Please, I swear, I swear." "We haven't got anything of value here." "Nothing." "Your eyes tell me you're lying." "My mouth is telling the truth." "Honestly, we've got nothing." "Go on." "No, please don't hang me upside down." "I get nose bleeds." "I can smell a lie like a horse smell water." "Do it." "No." "Look, look... even the King's daughter disappeared." "She was the only valuable thing we had really." "Wait." "A Princess?" "Yeah." "A ransom?" "Yeah, a great big ransom." "Apparently, a knight's gone looking for her... but would you believe it, he didn't want the reward?" "All he wanted was, what was it, oh, yeah... a little parcel of land... two head of cattle." "What a fool, eh?" "You'd take the money, wouldn't you?" "Yeah?" "Let's find the Princess." "String him up." "What?" "No, that's not fair!" "I'm getting a nose bleed." "I knew I would." "I told them, I told them." "George?" "Yes?" "Those picts weren't so tough after all." "I'm sure they didn't fare any better against Lord de Gurney." "What is that?" "How old is it?" "Ten days." "No, maybe a fortnight." "Anything wrong?" "No, no." "Just thinking we need to move on." "We'll stop here." "The sky is clearing." "Be able to see the stars soon." "My father once said... if I was worthy enough... they'd name one of those after me." "What's that?" "Over there." "That's fire." "I think we should break camp." "Wryn, what are you doing?" "Stay here, stay here." "Useless." "Try it again and here's another one where that came from." "Get away from that thing." "No, you get away." "Princess Lunna!" "Thank God you're safe." "You've no idea..." "Princess Lunna?" "This is the "little lamb" we've come to find?" "I knew you'd come." "Subdue this fool." "What fool's that?" "This one." "Holding the sword which is obviously too large for him." "Princess, you don't understand." "Your father sent this fool..." "Excuse me?" "this gentleman, Sir George, to find you." "Very well, but no one is going to harm this egg." "What kind of egg is that?" "lt's a dragon's egg." "And its name is Smite." "May I touch it?" "Wryn... you stay put." "I'm getting you out of here, and then I'm gonna destroy it." "You're not getting me anywhere." "I was doing perfectly well until you showed up." "Really?" "Because you look very cold and extremely hungry to me." "I've got something for you." "Wryn, come and help me." "Don't speak to me." "I wasn't planning on it." "If you came to kill a dragon, you came to the wrong place." "I came to find you." "Where there's a baby there is a mother." "Adelaide died." "Adelaide?" "That's what I called her." "She had a terrible wound." "Two days ago, she just crawled off into the lake... and didn't come back." "Smite may be the last dragon God ever creates... and I intend to protect him." "So... you are hungry." "Perhaps." "I might just have something for you." "I'd eat anything." "lt's liquorice." "Garth told me..." "Garth?" "He doesn't know the first thing about me." "That's the worst substance I've ever eaten." "Very well put." "Lunna, I brought some of your things from the campside." "There you are." "And I brought you a special piece of venison." "You always were so thoughtful." "Wryn, thank you." "I'll take the first watch." "You scared me." "Sorry." "It's gonna be a long day tomorrow." "Better get some rest." "You know we can't let it live, don't you?" "I don't suppose we could..." "No." "I'll do the dirty work." "Tell me, Wryn." "Do you hope one day to be hired killer like Sir George here?" "I'd like to be a knight if that's what you're asking." "Why?" "Sound like fun." "There's nothing fun about killing." "It's very dirty, deeply unpleasant... and not something I'd recommend to anyone at all." "What about you, George?" "Aren't you still in the business of killing?" "I'd hardly call it business." "My father must be paying you a fortune." "If you can call an acre of land... and two head of cattle a fortune, then yes." "How curious." "A knight who doesn't seek fame... a mercenary who doesn't seek fortune." "Why did you follow this path?" "I had no choice." "My path was set down for me before I was born." "And you don't have a choice now?" "No, I have a duty." "A duty of honour, to honour my father, to honour my oath." "Perhaps that doesn't make much sense to a spoilt little princess." "Most of us can't be quite as frivolous as we might like." "But I suppose that, too, for a girl like you... is rather difficult to understand." "Then I don't suppose you understand me at all." "Elm, are you sure we can't push the cart up the hill?" "I'm afraid not, it's far too steep." "Then you must promise me to be very careful," "I promise." "Should we clear a path in there?" "Oh, no." "Not now." "I hope nothing happens to it." "I've never seen a real dragon." "He wouldn't dare!" "As the daughter of the king, I order you not to harm this egg." "That's twice." "I cannot believe you've done that again!" "Enough is enough!" "One day you'll thank me for this." "One day I'll hang you for this!" "I'm not leaving without Smite!" "The riders are coming!" "I'm not leaving without him!" "Hang it all!" "All right... but if that thing slows us down, I swear to you... you will be the only woman in England... wearing dragon skin shoes." "Understood?" "Yeah." "Why me?" "Elm, hang on..." "Elm, are you all right?" "Yes..." "No!" "Thank the Lord." "Watch out for the tree!" "My dear, darling, are you all right?" "I think I'm fine, Thank you." "My little sweetheart." "Dam, you brought the egg right to the cart." "Thank you, Elm. lt would be nice if someone else noticed." "We've got to get Smite into the cart." "The cart, happens to be full of... dresses." "Your dresses." "Now it'll fit.." "Suppose we'd better get the egg." "Let's go." "Have you ever seen one of these?" "It's better than a bucket of water." "Torgyle's about a day's ride from here." "They'll run us down long before them." "Thanks to that, we're going slower than a snail's pace." "Maybe we should head toward the mountains." "Pack it in, Wryn!" "We have to stay near the lake, in case it hatches." "And that might be soon." "Smell like a princess." "An interesting relic." "Could be worth something." "I'll tell you when I've sold it." "We go north." "Mountain path." "Lake path." "Which way?" "We need to buy some time." "We can't tell which way they went." "Should we split up?" "We have to." "Take four men... wait." "There." "Very climsy." "They make this too easy." "It's that sound again." "He's not gonna stay in there much longer, you know." "And this blanket isn't big enough." "Your Highness, I don't suppose we could use your...?" "No, I don't suppose we could." "What is this?" "They took the lake road!" "Como on!" "." "I still can't believe you're actually here." "What's this?" "Have you kidnapped the King?" "Cousin, calm down." "Concentrate." "Say rabbits and radishes, rabbits and radishes." "Hey, it works." "She's all right, let her go." "I was trying to say that you're smothering me." "I'm sorry, sister, I couldn't risk you being heard." "What is that?" "Dear cousin, we have a small problem." "It's a big problem." "It's a small dragon." "That's about to hatch." "It's a dragon egg?" "Sister Angela." "Was it you causing all this commotion?" "And who, may I ask, are your visitors?" "Mother Margaret, this is my beloved cousin, Princess Lunna." "And this..." "My good Lord!" "What in heaven's name in that?" "It's a dragon egg Mother Superior." "What?" "But how is that possible?" "I thought they'd been extinct for hundreds of years." "It may be the last of its kind..." "And I feel compelled to take to safety... where it can be no harm to anyone." "And where may that be?" "I understand her point, Mother." "But I fear there is no such place." "It is my belief that this egg should be destroyed." "I'm afraid I agree with you, sir." "Your friends are very welcome here... but that creature, whatever it is, most certainly is not." "See that it is despatched as soon as possible." "Please, Mother, please don't." "lt is for the best." "Only God knows what havoc it will cause when it hatches." "Now, sir." "Actually..." "I am of a different opinion." "I don't believe my eyes!" "You know each other?" "We did some boating together, at one time." "So, these are your friends?" "Mother Margaret and I... met many, many... many years ago." "One "many" would have been quite sufficient." "And so, this is your path to peace, and tranquillity?" "I got a little sidetracked." "ln fact, it would have been a good deal less dangerous... if I'd gone after El Cabillo with Tarik." "Mother Margaret?" "Something is not evil just because we don't understand it." "Besides, the Princess has a unique understanding... of creation." "I, for one, am going to listen to her." "But..." "And as someone else who has a big heart..." "I think you should listen to her as well." "Very well." "On your own head be it." "But no one else... except for those of us here, can know about it." "And it must be hidden in the stables till morning..." "And it must be gone by then." "lt will be, I promise." "Forgive me, Mother." "That's quite all right child." "Restraint is a virtue only thrust upon the elderly." "May God be with you." "Wryn." "Sir." "Your poor tunic, it's ruined." "I'll see if we can find something more appropriate... for you when we get inside." "He's a rather handsome escort, isn't he, cousin?" "I don't know what you mean." "What?" "The tie of my dress." "Would you just..." "Yes, of course." "Just tuck it in here?" "They told me you'd arrived safely." "My Lord." "My Lord de Gurney." "It's good to see you again." "Where did your adventures take you, huh?" "Most likely on the same roads that you've travelled." "Although I see you caught the prize." "It's really not important who found her." "Just that she's safe." "Now we can take her back to her father together." "Aren't you forgetting something, George?" "Forgetting what?" "Our little secret." "No, it's really not what you think... could you excuse us while we have a word?" "Do not let me interfere." "Thank you." "A word." "I'm not leaving without the egg." "What?" "You'd think they were a married couple..." "the way they're carrying on." "I am so relieved that you've returned to me safe and sound." "Are you relieved that I'm safe?" "Or are you relieved we can finally move forward with your plans?" "That you're safe, of course." "Of course." "Why?" "Don't you even wonder what happened to me?" "I had a lot of time to think while I was away and..." "I've come to a conclusion." "I will not marry you." "You can't be serious?" "Your father promised me your hand." "I don't love you." "I never did." "Lunna... this is not only about love." "This is about the solvency of our kingdom." "When I marry, it will be about love." "This is about him, isn't it?" "I made my decision long before I met George." "You just weren't listening." "Elm?" "Yes?" "When will they be wed?" "Lunna and Garth?" "Soon." "Very soon." "George, there's something you must know." "Since the Crusades... our kingdom has suffered a great deal." "King Edgaar felt the need for a strong successor." "Someone who may not be as benevolent as he, but... one who can unify our people." "Garth is that man." "King asked his daughter to marry him." "She agreed." "Because, unlike what you thought... she's not selfish and spoiled." "And preserving this egg... well, it's the first thing she ever done... that she wasn't told to." "It is about time." "Sorry, sir." "There has been a development..." "I had not counted on." "So we must expedite my plan." "The troops are camped about half a day's ride from here." "What can I do?" "I need you to get the troops to Dunmeade by mid-morning." "I will meet you there with the priest." "And when he's performed the ceremony... we can move on the old King." "I have some work to do here, so you will bring the men." "D'Arcy, do not be late." "Yes, sir." "Utter a word and it will be your last." "Put these on." "God!" "Take us out of here!" "What in heaven?" "It's Lord de Gurney." "He's taken Princess Lunna and Father Bernard." "I think they were tied." "Where?" "To the horse!" "Where did he take them?" "The road to Dunmeade." "Wryn, get the horse." "I'll get the cart." "I'm not taking it, lt'll slow us down." "I'm the servant of the Princess." "I vowed to protect her." "All right, all right." "You protect the egg, I'll rescue the Princess." "Come on. come on." "You'd better try and secure it." "lt won't sit still." "Well, do something." "I did it." "Help!" "We'll take him with us." "Let me go!" "This is not what I had in mind for our wedding." "But, since you would not cooperate... this is where it's going to be." "Now move." "Come on, come on." "Go!" "You see, that's not consent." "I won't do it." "Oh, really?" "Kill me if you want, I don't fear death." "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today..." "Come on, come on..." "Do you..." "Garth de Gurney..." "I do." "Do you..." "Princess..." "She does." "I swear, you'll regret this." "I don't love you." "I don't even like you." "I agreed to our engagement only to serve my father." "And a proud father he will be." "He'll go to the grave knowing his kingdom ... is in good hands." "Come on." "Once we are wed, I will be King.." "and you will be my Queen." "Well, George, just in time." "We need a witness." "The only witness I'll be doing is your certain death... unless you unhand her." "I'll not only unhand her." "I'll un-arm her... un-leg her and possibily behead her." "Unless you put down that sword." "Now, let's continue, priest." "I've had enough of these rude interruptions." "The riders..." "They're not far behind me!" "So, captain D'Arcy arrived on time." "These aren't your men." "They've been chasing us for days." "Who?" "It's a bunch of very ugly looking mercenaries." "The kind that take no prisoners." "What kind of fool do you take me for?" "Do you think I'm stupid enough to believe... that there's a group of mercenaries converging outside." "Why not?" "There's an egg the size of a cow at your feet." "Think about it." "When have you men ever been on time?" "They'll kill us all." "All right, come on then." "Elm... stay." "I speak for the one who makes God tremble." "Surrender the girl and live." "Refuse and die." "Start with the boy." "That is hardly a threat." "Who cares if one more peasant boy dies?" "Princess... up on the wall." "Father, you go with her." "So, you are the great El Cabillo, huh?" "The terroriser of sheep and chickens?" "Wryn... go." "What are you doing in this dreadful place?" "Are you crazy?" "Risking your life for that skinny girl?" "She's got no meat on her bones." "What did I tell you about that?" "Back up." "No..." "Elm." "He is a friend." "And you thought you'd never see me again." "You are El Cabillo?" "I became El Cabillo." "How?" "Come on." "I'll show you." "Fight me." "It's a curious arrangement." "Whoever beats El Cabillo..." "Becomes the next El Cabillo." "So you killed him?" "Do you remember lesson number five?" "Number five?" "!" "He got that far, did he?" "This is a friend of yours?" "The best." "Tarik, this is Elmendorf... and Wryn." "And this is Princess Lunna of Crail." "Wait a minute..." "And I am Lord de Gurney." "My Lord." "Of all people, you showing up here." "I don't know why, but when I heard of a knight... who went to save a princess... for an acre of land and two cows, I thought... who would be fool enough to do that?" "I could think of one person." "Please, let us dispense with the family reunion." "If those men out there are yours... then why are they still batle ready?" "I have the situation under control." "Under control." "There's nothing here worth dying for." "We will turn to the South." "I think there is." "You defy me?" "The men are ready for a new leader." ""Under control." You call that under control?" "Now we'll see what you're made of." "Let's get on with it." "Come here!" "Nice horsey." "No, Wryn, stay here!" "Father!" "He's alive!" "Father." "This isn't blood, this is burgundy!" "But there is a big, big hole here." "Come on." "Push." "Quick!" "Close the door." "What in the name of Allah?" "It's an egg." "A very special egg." "It's under our protection." "Arrows!" "Arrows!" "Come on, come on!" "Elmendorf!" "Ready?" "Go." "There, that should hold them." "Be careful." "Already has its teeth." "You see?" "What did I tell you?" "Maybe it's allergic to you." "May I?" "Just don't go near its mouth." "Smite!" "Soldiers!" "Get them!" "Smite!" "Wryn, blow the horn!" "We make a good team, you and I." "We did." "We can again." "Rule with me, George." "I'd rather eat liquorice, thank you." "Then so be it." "Not so fast." "Try again." "It's working!" "Smite!" "George!" "The trouble with you, Princess, is you always need rescuing." "Hold that." "If you need any more help, just ask." "I'm so sorry." "Sorry, sir!" "Who are you with?" "No, who are you with?" "Wrong answer!" "Could you please hold my sword?" "Thank you." "I'm an innkeeper." "I'll give you free ale for a year." "Fresh pies every Friday." "You are a very good team, aren't you?" "Sister!" "He's not going down." "My God!" "Elm!" "It wasn't meant to turn out like this." "Very tired." "But, knowing there's someone... to watch over you... makes this a little easier." "Wryn." "I can't think no one... more worthy... to take my place... as guardian of the King's household." "You'll grow into it." "Adelaide!" "Dragon!" "Dragon!" "Father" "God!" "My child..." "I'm sorry I've caused you so much worry." "Where's George?" "Where's George?" "George!" "Something's fallen against it." "George!" "The lance!" "It was no fairy tale." "Rabbits and radishes, rabbits and radishes..." "Holy father... forgive me for what I am compelled to do." "I will try to make this... as painless as possible." "Please, George, you didn't." "To George, the dragon slayer." "Dragon slayer!" "You saved us all." "You're truly a saint, George." "God was on our side today." "I think Allah doesn't pick sides... when men are killing each other, sister." "I believe that you're right, Tarik." "He was a good man." "A very good man." "But I don't think I'll ever be able to take his place." "It's such a big ring." "I'll stay with you until you grow into it." "You will?" "I'll teach you everything I know." "My lance!" "Father." "After all these years..." "Forgive me." "I'm so sorry I ever doubted you." "My boy." "Only you deserve to wear this now." "Thank you." "Lunna." "Take my horse." "Good luck." "I think I may need it." "A perfect fit." "I can do this." "Be calm, young knight." "This is a battle George must face alone." "No, come on!" "Come on." "Lunna, keep riding." "Get off that horse!" "There is something you should know about me, George." "I am not a good loser." "You were right to be afraid of me." "You didn't kill her." "I can't believe you did that for me." "I did it because of you." "Your absurd ideas." "Your... unique understanding of creation... began to make sense to me." "No one knows what a hero you really are." "No one can know about this." "If people should find out that... they are still alive... they'll stop at nothing to kill them." "This must be a secret." "Secret between them... and us." "What are you going to do with that?" "No one must ever find this." "George?" "Yes?" "I heard there was a Unicorn just near Glastonbury." "No Unicorns, no sea monsters and certainly no more dragons." "We could just check on it." "lt's on the way." "Get your horse." "Action!" "Action!" "Action!" "Action!" "You're a Moor." "Yes, I am." "Been one for years." "You're a Moor." "And a big one at that." "You're a Moor." "I am a Moor." "My mother was a Moor." ""B" camera." "Three, two, one." "Action!" "Action!" "The only thing I'll be witnessing is your certain death if less..." "Still running." "Keep running." "Keep rolling." "Can we concentrate now, please?" "Here we go." "Still." "And action." "The only thing I'll be witnessing is your certain death until..." "I'm sorry." "Action!" "Your absurd ideas... your unique understanding of..," "Sorry." "What is wrong with you?" "The horse doing a turd." "It was in my peripheral vision." "I'm really sorry." "I could pave this entire country with gold." "I'm sorry, sir, it took a little longer than we thought." "Action!" "Still now, please." "No one must ever find this." "ldiot." "Have you both lost leave of your senses?" "Sorry, can we go..." "What news, my Lord de Gurney?" "None yet, your, your..." "So relieved that you're... lt's an egg." "Camera mark." "Keep rolling." "Action." "I can arrange an introduction with..." "Can't I just say "a meeting"?" "I can arrange a meeting... or an introduction with the King if you like?" "Lord de Gurney." "George of Littea." "That's it, I can't take any more off than this without help."