| ABOUT LANCELOT |
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THE HERO Lancelot, a charismatic killer, is Arthur's right-hand man. If Arthur is absorbed by his idealistic vision of how the world could be, Lancelot is more grounded in the cold and filth of how the world truly is. Passionate, arrogant and cocky, Guinevere nearly leads him astray, nevertheless, he remains absolutely dedicated to Arthur. Gleefully skillful with his two swords, Lancelot fears no enemy. HIS WEAPONS Lancelot, rides into battle with a pair of swords sheathed in scabbards that rest on his back. Lancelot pulls his two matching swords from his back and out over his shoulders to fight in a spectacular, two-handed cut-and-thrust style. QUOTES TRISTAN: Women. The children already have names, don’t they? BORS: Just Gilly. It was too much trouble, so we gave the rest of them numbers. LANCELOT: That’s interesting. I thought you couldn’t count. BORS: What about you, Lancelot? What are you plans for home? LANCELOT: Well if this woman of Gawain’s is as beautiful as he claims, I expect to be spending a lot of time at Gawain’s house. His wife will welcome the company. GAWAIN: I see. Then what will I be doing? LANCELOT: Wondering at your good fortune that all your children look like me. GAWAIN: Is that before or after I hit you with my axe? Guinevere: This is heaven for me. Lancelot: I don't believe in Heaven, I've been living in this Hell. But if you're what Heaven looks like, then take me there. 'I don't like anything that puts a man on his knees.' 'There will always be a battlefield.' 'I don't care about your charge. And I don't give a damn about Romans, Britain, or this island. If you desire to spend eternity in this place, Arthur, then so be it. But suicide cannot be chosen for another!' 'No, I choose life! And freedom! For myself and the men!' 'I will die in battle. Of that I'm certain. Now hopefully, a battle of my choosing. But, if it be this one, grant me a favor: don't bury me in our sad little cemetery. Burn me. Burn me, and cast my ashes to a strong east wind. ' 'What I do rememeber.. Home.. Oceans of grass from horizon to horizon, further than you can ride. The sky bigger than you can imagine. No boundaries.' |