bettereveryloop / Or to have his eyes gouged out and his elbows broken, to have his kneecaps split and his body burned away And his limbs all hacked and mangled, brave Sir Robin!
We're Knights of the Round Table. We dance whene'er we're able. Well, we all are. We are all Britons, and I am your king. You're not fooling anyone, you know. Look. Isn't there something you can do?
Then who is your lord? I'm not dead! What? A blessing! A blessing from the Lord! She looks like one. We have found a witch. May we burn her? You have proved yourself worthy. Will you join me?