:59:00
I belong to this land.
:59:03
Where do you belong, Arthur?
:59:11
How's your hand?
:59:15
I'll live, I promise you.
:59:23
Is there nothing about my land
that appeals to your heart?
:59:27
Your own father married a Briton.
:59:30
Even he must have found something
to his liking.
:59:39
(gallops away)
:59:49
We'll sleep here.
Take shelter in those trees.
:59:53
- Tristan.
- You wanna go out again? Yeah.
1:00:31
It is here, given to us by the Pope.
These people, they send an army for us.