Character: sir Leon

- I decided to go to the Dark tower. Think it hold Guinevere. Don't know what's waiting for me, so going alone.
- No.
I'm sorry, but I thought about it.
- I can't stay, Arthur. She's my sister.
- I also. She's our Queen.
- And our friend.
- Girl in the tower, the damsel in distress - how long have I been waiting for!

- Going to fight?
- For Arthur.
Not for me, for Camelot.
- No, people love you. For you they are willing to give their lives. I'm ready for you to jump into Hellfire.
- I.
- I.

- It is junk. From there fly, not to kill.
- And what better to kill a fly... or a person?
- Here's this handsome carved from the old ash tree. Suitable?
- How suitable!
- What's the problem?
- To Kill Arthur.
- Really got?
- It is fixable!

- This table belonged to the ancient kings of Camelot. The round table allowed everyone to be equal. The ancients believed in equality, it seems now is the time to revive this tradition. After all, we got here by each of you. My father too long in limbo, tomorrow I will try to get him. Is there anyone at this table who will join me?
- You explained to me the principles of chivalry, a code by which to live male: with honor to fight for justice, freedom and goodness. I believe in the world that you build.
- I'm a simple man, I am no one yet you were willing to give his life for me, Arthur. It was my turn to repay you.
- I once fought with you side-by-side and willing with joy to die for you.
- We've no chance, but this fight I wouldn't miss.
- Your enemies are now my enemies.
- If you need a man...
- My answer is you know.
- Merlin?
- No, I don't want to.
- And you have no choice, Merlin. I am grateful to you that you in the difficult hour of Camelot have remained loyal to me and I will do what my father doesn't approve. <...> Tomorrow, when strikes the hour of battle, proud that you were the noblest soldiers of the army in this world.

- You need to prepare the city for siege. The castle is our main weapon, nobody has been able to take it.
- What about the villagers?
- We will give them shelter in the city.
But what will happen to their homes, with their economy? Cenred will destroy everything in its path.
- But they save lives.

- You realize that your wife is a Troll?
- Excuse me?
At least, so she looks for us. These warts, nose...
And the smell...
- Smell that?
- Not to mention the fangs in his mouth.
What?
- I would not say that it is fangs, tusks rather.
- Yes, most of the tusks. Of course, this is not important, just thought I'd dwell on this fact to your attention, suddenly you have not noticed.

- And why you slept on the table?
- I have read.
What?
- I'm the king of Camelot and is not obliged to explain myself to you.
- Great mood, obviously got off on the wrong foot. More precisely, the legs of the table.
<...>
- What have you got in your hair?
- The meat.
- And what is it doing there?
- He was reading.