Try AGAIN.

Arthur :

Keep a distance, Mordred.

Mordred The Bastard :

I have come to claim 

What is Mine, Father.

Arthur :

Show Yourself —

I cannot Give You 

The Land...

...only My Love.

Mordred The Bastard :

That's the only thing 

of yours I don't want.

The Quest Knights have failed.

They're all dead.

You are dead, too.

I shall come back and 

take Camelot by Force.

Sir Parsifal :

Uryens!

Mordred The Bastard :

Renounce The King 

and I'll spare Your Life.

Sir Uryens :

Never!

Mordred The Bastard :

So be it.

Sir Parsifal :

Uryens...

I was afraid to Help You.

Sir Uryens :

Perceval, never 

give up The Quest.

Sir Parsifal :

I saw The Grail, Uryens.

It was in My Grasp —

….I failed.

Sir Uryens :

You are The Last of Us —

 Try again.

Sir Parsifal :

I am Not Worthy.

Sir Uryens :

You must... You... Listen!

Follow. They call You.

Lancelot :

All around is Death!

Death everywhere!

All of You Will come to Death...

for it is Our constant companion

through Life as We trudge...

through this weary and tragic scene of 

The Valley of The Shadow of Death.

Look at The Great Knight!

Peace and Plenty they promised.

But what did they give us instead?

Famine and Pestilence.

Sir Parsifal :

Lancelot, is it You?

Lancelot :

….and Death.

Because of Their Pride,

and because of Their Sin...

Sir Parsifal :

It's Me, Perceval.

Lancelot :

... God has left The World.

They made themselves God

and Christ has abandoned us.

Lancelot, won't You help us?

Come back to us, Lancelot!

Arthur needs You!

Lancelot!

I can't give up Hope, Lancelot.

It's all I have.

What is The Secret 

of The Grail?

Who Does it Serve?

Sir Parsifal :

You, My Lord.

Who am I?

Sir Parsifal :

You are My Lord and King.

You are Arthur.

Have You found 

The Secret that I have lost?

Sir Parsifal :

Yes. You and The Land are One.

You and The Land are One. Drink.

Arthur :

I am wasting away.

I cannot Die and I cannot Live.

Sir Parsifal :

Drink from The Chalice.

You will be reborn and 

The Land with You.

Arthur :

Perceval...

...I didn't know how empty 

was My Soul...

...until it was filled.

Arthur!

Arthur, King of The Britons :

Ready My Knights for Battle.

They will ride with 

Their King once more.

I have Lived through others far too long -

Lancelot carried My Honor

and Guenevere My Guilt.

Mordred bore My Sins.

My Knights have fought My Causes.

Now, My Brother...

...I shall be King.

Guards!

Knights!

Squires!

Prepare for Battle!