But Sire...Prepare me for battle.
Arthur should be the one that fights today.
The grievance was with me, the fight is mine.
I don't have your armour. That'll do. It's likely it'll make a little difference.
I'll get you your sword.
This will be fine.
No, sire. You don't understand. That one is made specifically for Arthur.
Who made it? Um, er, Tom, the blacksmith.
It's worthy of a King.
You will be better off with sword you trusted.
It's almost perfect balance. Tom is not the Royal Swordsmith. I'm surprised Arthur went to him.
Oh that was me. I felt he needs a better sword.
You serve with extraordinary loyalty.
It is my job, sire.
But beyond the line of duty.