DragonHeart

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 revolting, Prince.

But now they're rebelling.

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! The battle's out there!

Father?

Die! It's mine!

Einon! Einon!

I'm here, Einon!

I'm here, my king.

Dead, Madame.

King Freyne, your husband, slain.

In here!

In here, on the bed.

Einon!

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.

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.

Yeah, 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.

Einon!

Einon!

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!

Merlin!

Merlin!

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 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.

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, be gone, vagabond, before I arrest you!

Back to work, you scum!