:23:06
-Plaster, Your Majesty.
-Oh. Carry on, Passelewe.
:23:11
-Mounted on his--
-The 1 1th--
:23:15
-Mounted on his mighty--
-No, wait. Twelfth century.
:23:18
Shut up! Fool!
:23:22
Carry on.
:23:23
Until peace was once more
restored to the kingdom.
:23:27
With that, King Max rode back
to the cheers of his subjects...
:23:31
...who lined the road for 50 miles.
:23:34
Fifty miles? Do you mean
they cheered him all that way?
:23:38
Wow! They certainly
must have respected him.
:23:44
You're right.
We'll hold a tournament.
:23:47
It's years since we've heard the
clash of sword against shield...
:23:52
...the clamour of armoured
knights crashing to the ground...
:23:56
...the spurt of blood as the dagger
is thrust into unprotected groin.
:24:01
Oh, no, dear. No, no, no.
:24:04
What I had in mind was
a tournament a plaisance.
:24:09
A plaisance?
:24:11
Passelewe, do my ear holes
hear aright?
:24:15
A plaisance, with blunted sword
and collared lance?
:24:21
Where's the honour?
:24:22
Where's the glory in buffoons
playing pillow fights?
:24:26
No! It must be I'outrance.
To the death.
:24:32
-Please, Bruno, please.
-No, no, no.
:24:34
Go with all speed and
make the arrangements.
:24:38
I can't wait to tell the princess.
:24:53
Daughter?
:24:55
Still working hard, I see.
:24:59
You and the blessed Sisters of Misery.