Not bad.
But not good enough to live.
Mind if I sit down? I don't have your energy.
Fight with your head.
Not your heart.
Straight.
Better, Einon.
But you're still dead.
Purpose, not passion.
No one ever found victory in the dirt.
The peasants are revolting.
They've always been revoltin', Prince.
But now they're rebellin'.
King Freyne wants his son to witness his noble victory.
There's nothing noble about crushing desperate men.
They're traitorous scum!
The king commands! Bring him!
You can come, too, nursemaid.
Die, you dog!
- I wish we were down there. - No, you don't.
Yes, I do. Just to see you in action, Bowen.
Yours would be the finest blade on the field.
My blade was not made for your father's slaughter.
He is my father, Bowen, and he is the king.
Yes.
But when you are king, remember today...
and the difference between battle and butchery.
And remember the Old Code.
Then you'll be a greater king than your father.
I promise, Knight...
I will be greater.
Freyne!
Now, Hewe, now!
- He's trapped! - Einon!
Einon!
Einon, no!
Enough! Enough!
The battle's out there!
Father?
Die! It's mine!
Einon! Einon!
I'm here, Einon!
I'm here, my King.
Dead, madam.
King Freyne, your husband, slain.
In here!
In here, on the bed.
Get out! Out! Out! Brok, out!
You stay, Bowen.
Forgive me, Queen Aislinn.
There's nothing to forgive.
His father's tyranny brought him to this end.
He's beyond all help.
Not all.
A knight is sworn to valor.
Sworn to valor.
- His heart knows only virtue. - Virtue.
His blade defends the helpless.
His might upholds the weak.
You must stay awake, my son!
- You must stay awake. Repeat the Code. - The Code.
His might upholds the weak.
H-His word speaks only truth.
His wrath...
Undoes the wicked.
Brok, stay there.
Lord! Great one!
Your song is sad!
Are the stars shining tonight?
No. No bright souls glitter in this darkness.
Leave us. Go.
Aislinn, daughter of the Celts.
Whose people loved your kind and called you friend.
Ah, the king's son...
cruel and full of trickery.
- Is this why you've come, dragonslayer's wife? - Dragonslayer's widow!
This boy is not his father.
This knight here is his mentor. He has taught him the Old Code.
I need your help.
The wound is deep.
You know what you ask.
I will teach him your ways.
He will grow in your grace. He will grow just and good.
I swear.
No! The boy must swear. Give me your sword, Knight.
Your sword!
Do not be afraid. He can save you.
Now listen to me, boy.
Swear that your father's blood lust and tyranny died with him.
Swear that you will live and rule with mercy.
Come to me and learn the Once-ways.
Now swear!
I swear.
He's dead!
Peace, Knight of the Old Code.
Witness the wonders of an ancient glory.
Half my heart to make you whole.
Its strength to purify your weakness.
Live, and remember your oath.
I served the father only for the sake of the son.
All my hopes rest on him.
Forgive a doubting fool.
Call when you need of me. Ask what you will of me.
My sword, my service are yours.
Only remind him always of his vow...
Knight of the Old Code.
Brok.
Your Majesty?
The Romans built this great fortress.
I will rebuild it, and mine will be greater.
It will take many men, my Lord, to rebuild this ruin.
Yes.
Yes, it will.
Not so rebellious now.
You should thank me, boy. It was my stroke made you king.
No, Brok, I want no martyrs.
Death should be a release, not a punishment.
Look good, dog.
I'm the last thing you'll ever see.
Burn the insolence out of his eyes.
No! No! Not my eyes! No!
Father!
Run!
How dare you defy me!
Einon, you're unwell. You've been bewitched.
Look at this! It's madness!
- Remember the Code! - The king is above the Code!
Have you forgotten everything I taught you?
No one is above the Code...
especially the king.
Dragon, I loved that boy, and you changed him!
You tricked me, Dragon!
No matter where you fly...
no matter where you go, I will find you!
Today I make a new vow!
I will spend the rest of my life hunting you down!
Avalon, oh, Avalon.
For you I quest each day...
the resting place of Arthur...
and the Old Code of his way.
And when I find those holy stones...
I'll pray, I'll pray, I'll pray.
Oh, Avalon, bright Avalon...
think me not a fool.
My quest is not for vanity, my quest is spiritual.
Spiritual!
Merlin, spiritual!
Whoa! Merlin!
Merlin! Ow!
Everyone's a critic!
- Dragon, dragon. - Yes, I know. Where?
There, there.
Get back here, horse. You coward.
Marvelous! Heroics befitting the days of Arthur and the Round Table!
Never have I seen such skill!
Then you must have lived the sheltered life...
of a mon... monk.
Why, yes. A scribe, scholar, historian and poet.
Your servant, sir, Brother Gilbert of Glockenspur.
My humble life is in debt to your exalted prowess...
your dauntless courage, and your superb, swift sword.
You have the poet's gift of exaggeration.
Sir, you should read my histories.
But you belittle your talent. Modesty as well as valor.
The Code of ancient Camelot still lives.
Hardly worthy of Camelot. Still, it's one less dragon.
Well done, Knight! Congratulations.
Our gratitude, mine and King Einon's.
Uh, you can keep your gratitude. I'll take the gold.
- Yours or the king's. - Gold, Knight?
We made a bargain, remember? One dragon put down, one bag of gold.
Your honor has a price, Sir Knight?
It has expenses.
Honor won't feed my belly nor shoe my horse.
The priest is right.
It is your duty to protect King Einon's vassals as a knight of the realm.
Not of this realm. I bend no knee to Einon.
I should have known. Foreign riffraff!
Well, begone, vagabond, before I arrest you!
Back to work, you scum!
If King Einon's wheat isn't cut before the rain...
I'll do a little cutting of my own!
Sir Knight! Sir Knight, wait!
Sir Knight!
Hear me out!
I'm on a pilgrimage. Might we travel together?
The road's still free, unless Einon's taxed it.
A road tax, King Einon. Hmm?
A road tax.
They are your roads, after all.
People really ought to pay for the privilege of using them.
- And those that can't pay will have to work it off. - Ingenious, Felton.
Only you could keep such a good brain under such a bad hat.
That's very good, "bad hat."
Out of my way, peacock.
Brok, some are good at hunting men, some are good at hunting money.
Both have value for me.
Kara?
Kara, I told you...
- I told you not to come here anymore. - I'm a disobedient child.
Go on. Take a drink. Go on.
Magnificent shot, Your Highness!
- Care to double the wager? - Ah, yes, happily.
Shall we say the water bucket?
Stand still. Stand still.
Superb!
Double again?
Double again. Why not?
I say.
A moving target.
Peasant scum.
You've got a nerve, interfering with the king's sport!
There's no sport in tormenting a sick, old man.
I beg Your Majesty, let him go.
It's been 12 years. Your castle is built.
He can do you no more harm.
For God's sake, release him.
Father!
I've always said death is a release, not a punishment.
Go.
Kara.
Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!
I've decided to compose "The Ballad of Bowen"!
- How do you prefer I should write this? - Far away!
Oh, don't concern yourself with my safety!
I mean verse, meter.
Shall I spice it up with a poetical flourish...
or just the cold, hard facts?
If you do not be quiet...
you and I shall be the only things that are cold and hard around here.
I mean, it's all very well to go hacking and whacking at dragons.
But if a dragon falls in the forest and nobody gets to hear about it, does it make a thud?
- Brother Gilbert. - What?
The quill is mightier than the s...
Ooh.
The quill is mightier than the...
That's all that's left of the last dragonslayer...
who tangled with me!
If I were you, I'd quit while I was ahead.
Is that the best you can do?
Catch!
You know, I've got quite a collection of victims in here.
I won't be added to it!
I've given you my final warning.
Into the mouth of death he strode.
Into the gringy gloom.
Into the pit of fear unknown...
perhaps to court his doom.
That was good.
What did I say? What did I say?
A little damp for fire, isn't it?
Why must you knight-errants out to make a name for yourselves...
always pick on us dragons?
I don't need a name!
And I have a collection of my own!
Yeah? You're one who kills dragons for money.
It's honest enough work.
One must earn a living.
Oh, yes, one must live.
Well, since you seek a profit, we might as well begin.
Oh, don't flatter yourself.
It's not the profit. It's the pleasure.
Perhaps less pleasurable and more costly than you think!
Bowen! Bowen, take care!
He went that way!
Take care, Bowen!
You can't fly forever!
- Neither can you! - Slow down!
Come, visit the woods!
Whoa!
Look out! Well done!
- Ow! - Pity. That must have hurt.
- Yeah! - Again?
- Ow! - And again?
How do you like the ride so far?
We're earning our money now, aren't we?
Now, is there somewhere you would like me to drop you off?
Yikes!
The sword against the fang and claw. The flame against the shield.
Blah, blah, blah, which one would win?
Blah, blah, field, shield, wield.
Whose flesh from bones be peeled. Oh, no.
Whose fate would soon be sealed.
Whose fate would soon be sealed?
Whose fate would soon be sealed!
Oh, you're good. Haven't had this sort of challenge in some time.
Nor likely to again!
Drat!
A little overconfident, aren't we?
Hardly. But if you win, you'll be out of work.
I will not stop until I've rid the world of every last one of you.
I am the last one!
You're just trying to save your scaly hide with tricks.
Haven't you noticed the pickings are rather slim these days?
I got me one just the other day.
So it was you who killed the Scarred One. She and I were the last.
Must've been a proud kill, warrior.
How much gold did her tattered carcass put in your purse?
That's none of your business.
Couldn't have been very much. And you'll kill me for sport?
And when there are no more dragons to slay...
how will you make a living, Knight?
Shut up!
Whoa!
If your teeth come down, my sword goes up, right into your brain!
If your sword goes up, my teeth come down!
Into the moonlit night the titans dueled...
in mortal combat bound.
Oh, who'd the fatal false step make?
Whose blood would stain the ground?
Oh, good Lord. Sir Eglamore.
Oh, thank you very much.
It's been stuck down there for months.
Can you get your buttocks off my tongue?
Why should you be comfortable?
My armor is rusting in your drool, and your breath is absolutely foul.
Well, what do you expect...
with old knights rotting between my molars?
Oh, God, my mouth is so dry.
No, no, no, stop!
No, stop!
Sorry about that.
It seems we're in a bit of a stalemate, wouldn't you say?
Yuck! But I can go three days without sleep.
I can go three weeks.
Ooh! I'll stab you before I nod off.
And I'll chomp you. Marvelous, we'll kill each other.
- What do you suggest? - A truce.
Get out of my mouth and let's talk face-to-face.
How do I know I can trust you?
I give you my word.
The word of a dragon. It's worthless.
Stubborn lout!
I should have known!
Go on. Kill me!
I don't want to kill you! I never did!
And I don't want you to kill me!
How do we gain?
If you win, you lose a trade.
If I win, I wait around for the next sword slinger...
thirsting to carve a reputation out of my hide.
And I'm tired of lurking in holes...
and skulking in darkness.
I'm gonna let you up now.
And if you insist...
we can pursue this fracas to its final stupidity.
Or you can listen to my alternative.
Hmm?
What's the alternative?
Father, Father, look!
Dragon!
Out of the way! Out of the way!
Pesky critters, dragons.
You!
Like big rats. You never seem to get rid of them.
Unless you pay me two bags of gold, in advance.
Come on, Dragon.
Yes!
Ow!
Hmm.
Hello.
Twenty-eight, twenty-nine.
Most profitable, Dragon. I should have met you a long time ago.
There is much gold in the world.
Perhaps when you've had your fill of it, you'll no longer need me.
I am a Knight of the Old Code. My word is my bond.
- No compunctions then? - About what?
Well, such deception hardly befits a Knight of the Old Code.
Fleecing Einon's lackeys. That's a service to mankind.
Is it?
When you squeeze the nobility, it's the peasants who feel the pinch.
That's not my concern.
Why should I stick my neck out for people afraid to risk their own?
Don't clutter up a clever scheme with morality.
Mmm, so be it...
Knight of the Old Code.
If I wanted my conscience pricked, I would have stayed with the priest!
Huh! And what does a dragon know of the Old Code, anyway?
His blade defends the helpless.
His might upholds the weak. His word speaks only truth.
Shut up! I remember.
That's all it is, a memory. Nothing can bring it back.
You sound like one who tried.
And failed.
So I no longer try to change the world, Dragon. I just try to get by in it.
Yes, it's better than death, I suppose.
Oh, is it? I should think you'd welcome death.
You know, the last of your kind, all your friends dead, hunted wherever you go.
Do you delight in reminding me?
Yes, Knight, I do long for death.
But fear it.
Why? Aside from your misery, what's to lose?
My soul.
Finish him, Brok!
Well, are you a man?
Should he continue, Mother?
Oh, the field belongs to the apparently inexhaustible Sir Brok, my son.
The quarry!
First you beg mercy for your father's fate.
Then you try to avenge it.
Now, you'll share it.
In your kingdom, Einon, there are worse fates than death.
I'll think one up for you.
- Take her away. - No! No!
He killed my father!
I remember you now.
I remember you.
Your hair, like fire.
You gave me this scar.
Didn't you?
I... owe... you.
I can, uh...
I really can.
Sorry, Bowen. I hope you like it well done.
You must have hated us very much.
I hated one of you.
These I killed because I wanted to kill him. But I never found him.
I never will. If you're the last, he must be dead.
Oh, yes.
Tell me, what was he like...
this, uh, dragon that you hated?
He only had half a heart.
But even that was enough to pollute an innocent boy.
Einon was no innocent! He polluted the heart!
How do you know that?
How do you know that, Dragon?
All dragons know that story.
What was to be their hope became their doom.
A spoiled, ungrateful child was given a great gift and destroyed it!
No! I knew Einon. I was his teacher.
I taught him the ways of honor, of right.
Then he betrayed you...
just as he betrayed the dragon whose heart he broke.
That's a lie, Dragon!
Stop calling me "Dragon"! I have a name.
Well, what is it?
You couldn't possibly pronounce it in your tongue.
- Try me. - It's...
Next time stab more flesh, less cloth.
I'll pierce your heart!
You already did.
A very special heart, like no other.
A black, withered thing without pity.
Then teach me.
Pity me.
I'll give you everything.
Even power.
You're so beautiful.
Even power.
Even a throne.
Oh, dear.
Thank you. It's passed now.
What was it?
An old complaint that acts up now and again.
Forgive me if anything I said, if I upset you.
It wasn't you, not you.
Don't be afraid.
I won't let you suffer the same fate as me.
I've come to help you.
This will bring you out well below the castle walls.
Thank...
You.
Have you been watching over me all night?
I've been thinking.
Yes? About what?
Many things. Mostly about what to call you.
I think I've found you a name.
You say that as though you reached up and plucked it from the sky.
I did.
Up there.
Do you see that group of stars?
I know those stars very well.
- Do you see the shape that they make? - Mm-hmm, a dragon.
Yes.
They call it "Draco."
It means "dragon" in the scholars' speech.
So instead of calling me "Dragon" in your tongue...
you'll call me "Dragon" in some other tongue.
You're right. It's silly.