Showing posts with label Morgaine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Morgaine. Show all posts

Friday 15 October 2021

It Says, ‘Dig Hole Here’.







[Dig Site]

(The broken down UNIT convoy is very close to the open archeological trenches.

Time’s Champion
And you excavated all this yourself?

WARMSLY: 
Labour of Love, really.


Time’s Champion
Impressive. 

WARMSLY
And I did have some help from Shou Yuing. 

Time’s Champion
And where did you find The Scabbard? 


WARMSLY
By that marker. 


ACE
How long did it take? 


WARMSLY
Oh, about ten years so far. 


ACE
Ten years? 


WARMSLY
Archeology is a precise and delicate skill. 
History has to be eased out of The Earth 
one painstaking layer at a time. 


ACE
I still think ten years 
is a bit of a long time. 


(She squats in a trench and uses a brush to remove some soil from carved stones.) 


ACE
What's this? 


WARMSLY
Ah, now that's a bit of 
A Mystery. 
No one's been able to 
decipher the carving. 


Time’s Champion
It says, ‘Dig Hole Here’. 


WARMSLY
Extraordinary. 
What does it say that in? 


Time’s Champion
My Handwriting. 
Ace, We Need a HOLE. 



(Ace gets a canister of Nitro Nice from her jacket pocket.) 


ACE
Right. How long? 


Time’s Champion 
Er, sixty seconds should be long enough. 


WARMSLY
Long enough for what? 


(The Doctor leads Warmsly away as Ace sets the timer.) 


Time’s Champion 
Nothing to worry about. 
My Young Friend's something of An Expert. 


WARMSLY
What, in Archeology? 


Time’s Champion
No, explosives. 


WARMSLY
What? 
(Ace runs up to them.) 


Time’s Champion 
Down! 


(Boom! as they dive into another trench.) 


Time’s Champion
Ace…? 


ACE: 
…I think the timer needs work. 


Time’s Champion : One of these days we're going to have a nice long talk — about acceptable safety standards.
[Helicopter]
BRIGADIER: Has Major Husak reported in yet? 
LAVEL: No, sir. London says that the area of radio interference is expanding. 
BRIGADIER: Well, see if you can raise him from here. Can you speak Czechoslovakian? 
LAVEL: Only when I'm drunk, sir.
[Woods]
(Bambera and Ancelyn are jogging through the trees.) 
BAMBERA: He'd better not be gone when we get there. 
ANCELYN: You cannot hold the Doctor. He goes where he will. 
BAMBERA: Shut up and run, Ancelyn. 
ANCELYN: My lady. 
BAMBERA: You call me my lady once more and I'll break your nose.
[Helicopter]
LAVEL: I can't see anybody around. 
BRIGADIER: Looks like some damage to that barn. 
LAVEL: I can see a possible landing zone. Everything looks peaceful. 
BRIGADIER: Yes, very peaceful. Are you armed, Lieutenant? 
LAVEL: Yes, sir. 
BRIGADIER: Well, check it's loaded and take us in.
[Churchyard]
(Morgaine and Mordred are standing amongst the graves of Saint Andrews Church, Hambleton.) 
MORGAINE: What can you see? 
MORDRED: A flying machine. Tis like an ornithopter but with whirling blades for wings. 
MORGAINE: The people of this world are obsessed with machinery. 
MORDRED: It would seem so. 
MORGAINE: Well then, let us teach them the limitations of their technologies. 
(Morgaine fires energy bolts from her claw-like fingernails and the helicopter starts smoking.)
[Helicopter]
(Smoke comes into the cockpit.) 
LAVEL: Malfunction, sir. 
BRIGADIER: What? 
LAVEL: It felt like something hit us. This could be rough. 
(The helicopter flies downwards.)
[Dig site]
(Ace peers into the massive hole she has made.) 
ACE: What's down there? 
WARMSLY: Don't ask me. I've only been excavating this site for ten years. 
DOCTOR: With a bit of luck, a tunnel. 
ACE: A dark, mysterious one? 
DOCTOR: Probably. 
ACE: Leading to unknown dangers? 
DOCTOR: Indubitably. 
(They slither down the side of the pit.) 
ACE: Oh, wicked! 
DOCTOR: Peter, Ace and I are going to investigate this tunnel. You stay here and guard it. Don't let anyone come in here. 
WARMSLY: What am I supposed to do, lecture them on archeology? 
DOCTOR: Yes.
[Helicopter]
BRIGADIER: Can you get us down? 
LAVEL: Down is not the problem. 
(The helicopter is close to the tree tops.)
[Tunnel]
ACE: It's damp. 
DOCTOR: Well, we are under the lake. 
ACE: And this wall's made of concrete. 
DOCTOR: Hmm. It's gone soft with age. This was built in the eighth century. 
ACE: But they didn't have concrete in those days. 
DOCTOR: No, they didn't. 
ACE: Thought so. 
(The tunnel seals behind them.) 
ACE: Doctor? 
DOCTOR: Don't worry, Ace. It's only a trap.
[Clearing]
(The Brigadier and Lavel run from the helicopter, which then explodes.) 
BRIGADIER: Five million pounds worth of aircraft, and we've lost it. 
LAVEL: If they make us pay for that 
BRIGADIER: We'll be poor for the rest of our lives. 
(Lavel's leg hurts.) 
BRIGADIER: Pulled a ligament? 
LAVEL: Oh good. I thought it might be something serious. 
BRIGADIER: I'll see if I can get some help from the village. 
LAVEL: But sir, we don't know what the situation is here. 
BRIGADIER: The situation, Lavel, is normal. It doesn't get much worse than that. You know, I think I'm rather enjoying this. 
(The Brigadier takes his service revolver from its holster and heads off.)
[Churchyard]
(Mordred is reading the names on the war memorial.) 
MORDRED: Tis a shrine to those fallen in battle. 
MORGAINE: So, they are not the savages you led us to believe. You fought on their soil without proper respect for the dead. 
MORDRED: Mother, I 
MORGAINE: You have dishonoured us, Mordred. What is victory without honour? Leave us! 
(Mordred walks through two lines of knights. The Brigadier walks up the road by the church.) 
MORGAINE: What manner of man are you? 
(Morgaine and the Brigadier meet at the church gate. The Brigadier points his revolver at her.) 
MORGAINE: A warrior, no less. How goes the day? 
BRIGADIER: I've had better. 
MORGAINE: I am Morgaine, the sun killer. Dominator of the thirteen worlds and Battle Queen of the S'Rax. What say you? 
BRIGADIER: I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Surrender now, and we can avoid bloodshed.
[Dig site]
(Bambera and Ancelyn arrive.) 
BAMBERA: Where's the Doctor? 
WARMSLY: Did you know that it takes one year to uncover one centimetre on a site this big? But now, delay not. Take the sword and fling him far into the middle mere. Watch what thou seest and lightly bring me word. 
(Arthur, Lord Tennyson, Idylls of the King.)
[Spacecraft entrance]
(Ace is sitting in a giant carved fishes mouth, which is the entrance to the rest of the craft but has a metal door across it.) 
DOCTOR: Ancelyn's people must have built this tunnel. 
ACE: Looks fishy to me. 
DOCTOR: This is no place for humour. 
ACE: Professor? 
DOCTOR: Hmm? 
ACE: Where does Ancelyn come from? 
DOCTOR: Another dimension. Sideways in time from another universe. 
ACE: Not a local boy, then. 
DOCTOR: The question is, how do we get through here?
[Graveyard]
BRIGADIER: Let me see if I've understood you correctly. You are holding a Remembrance ceremony for the dead of our World Wars, a ceasefire to remain in force for the duration of said ceremony, right? 
MORGAINE: Your words are strange, but that is the meaning, yes. 
BRIGADIER: Right. What must I do?
[Spacecraft entrance]
ACE: No coded pattern? 
DOCTOR: No hidden switches. 
ACE: Well, how are we going to get through the door, then? 
DOCTOR: Open up. It's me. 
(The door rises.)
[Graveyard]
MORGAINE: I wish you to know that I bear you no malice. 
BRIGADIER: I understand. 
MORGAINE: But when we meet again, I shall kill you. 
(And she does/did, in The Dalek's Master Plan. The knights follow Morgaine out into the village.)
[Spacecraft entrance]
ACE: I refuse to ask how you did that. How did you do that? 
DOCTOR: Well, it came to me that it wasn't Ancelyn's people who built this tunnel. It was Merlin. 
ACE: But everyone thinks that you're Merlin. 
DOCTOR: Exactly. Door keyed to my voice pattern. Just the sort of thing I would do. 
ACE: Are you Merlin? 
DOCTOR: No. But I could be, in the future. That is, my personal future. Which could be the past. 
ACE: Right.
[Outside Gore Crow Hotel]
(Shou Yuing comes out to her car as the Brigadier runs up.) 
BRIGADIER: I'm commandeering this car, miss. 
SHOU: Sorry? 
BRIGADIER: The keys, please 
SHOU: What? 
BRIGADIER: The keys. Thank you. 
SHOU: Hey, just a moment. This is my car. 
(Shou gets into the passenger seat as the Brigadier starts the engine.)
[Spacecraft]
(The Doctor leads the way up a spiral staircase.) 
ACE: This is a spaceship? 
DOCTOR: More than that. It's a craft for travelling between dimensions. 
ACE: It's more like being in some huge animal. Who built it? 
DOCTOR: It wasn't built, it was grown. 
ACE: Who grows spaceships? 
DOCTOR: Very advanced bioengineers. 
ACE: Ask a stupid question. Well, if they're grown, how do they fly? 
DOCTOR: Magic. 
ACE: Oh, be feasible, Professor. 
DOCTOR: What is Clarke's law? 
ACE: Any advanced form of technology is indistinguishable from magic. 
DOCTOR: Well, the reverse is true. 
ACE: Any advanced form of magic is indistinguishable? 
(They arrive at the chamber with the knight and the sword in the stone.) 
ACE: From technology. 
ACE: Seen one spaceship you've seen them all. 
DOCTOR: Don't be so cynical, Ace. 
(They have reached the main chamber with the sword.) 
ACE: Wow. 
DOCTOR: Impressive. 
ACE: That's Arthur, King of the Britons, isn't it? 
DOCTOR: The legendary Arthur, yes. From another dimension, where the man was closer to the myth. But what is he doing here? 
ACE: Not a lot. Is he in suspended animation? 
DOCTOR: Who knows? 
ACE: In eternal sleep until England's greatest need. 
DOCTOR: Ace, don't touch that. 
ACE: Oh, it's all right, Professor. It's not like I'm King of the Britons, is it? 
(Ace pulls the sword from the stone and falls backwards.) 
DOCTOR: No, Ace! 
ACE: Gordon Bennett! 
DOCTOR: I hope you haven't disturbed anything. 
ACE: It disturbed me. 
DOCTOR: Well, I only hope you haven't disturbed anything else! 
ACE: Like what? 
DOCTOR: Like that. Look! 
ACE: Where? 
DOCTOR: I think I saw something over there. 
(A green thing with a snake's head glides into the room.) 
DOCTOR: Ace, I think it's time for plan B. 
ACE: We run? 
DOCTOR: Yes, run! 
ACE: There's no way out! 
DOCTOR: Now is not the time to panic! 
(The energy snake knocks the Doctor across the room.) 
ACE: Doctor! 
DOCTOR: Now we panic! 
ACE: It's some sort of automated defence system, isn't it. 
DOCTOR: Yes. When I say run, run! 
(The snake hits the Doctor again, and Ace runs to what looks like an escape hatch.) 
DOCTOR: Not that way! 
ACE: Doctor, it's a dead end! 
(The door closes, trapping Ace inside.) 
ACE: (silent) Doctor! 
DOCTOR: Hang on, Ace. 
(Water floods into the escape hatch. Ace is screaming for the Doctor and hammering on the door.) 
DOCTOR: I'm coming! 
(The water is up to Ace's chin.) 
ACE: Doctor! 
(The snake hits the Doctor again, this time knocking him out.)
Part Three
[Spacecraft]
(The Doctor wakes, and staggers to the control panel. He pulls out a small pyramid with seaweed on the end, and Ace is ejected out through the top of the escape hatch as the snake knocks the Doctor down once again.)
[Dig site]
(Warmsly is giving Ancelyn a tour of the site.) 
WARMSLY: Yes, this site is where Arthur is supposed to have met Mordred in the final battle, and this lake, where Bedivere threw Excalibur. 
ANCELYN: What do you know of Excalibur? 
WARMSLY: King Arthur's sword, Excalibur, wrought by the lonely maiden of the lake, who rose up out of the water holding the sword Excalibur aloft. 
ANCELYN: This lake? 
WARMSLY: Thou rememberest how, in those old days, one summer noon, an arm rose up from out the bosom of the lake clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, holding the sword. And how I rode across and took it, and have worn it, like a king. It's all a myth, really. Honestly, women in water holding swords?
(Bambera stares as a sword rises point first from the waters, followed by an arm clothed in black nylon belonging to a spluttering Ace.) 
BAMBERA: Look! 
WARMSLY: It's that wretched girl! 
(Ace runs onto the shore.) 
BAMBERA: What are you doing in the lake? 
ACE: Drowning. Here, you can be King of England. 
(Ace hands the sword to Ancelyn. 
ANCELYN: It's Excalibur. 
ACE: That's what I said, Shakespeare. 
BAMBERA: Where's the Doctor? 
ACE: In a spaceship, down there! He's in trouble. We've got to help him. 
(The Brigadier and Shou arrive in her 2CV.) 
SHOU: Oi! 
ANCELYN: Truly, the time of restitution has come.
[Spacecraft]
DOCTOR: Come out, come out, wherever you are, you little tapeworm. 
(The energy snake knocks the Doctor over and he drops the control unit. He makes a grab for it and ends up lying next to Arthur. Then someone's foot treads on the control unit, breaking it, and the green snake vanishes.) 
DOCTOR: (cough) Oh. 
BRIGADIER: I just can't let you out of my sight, can I, Doctor? 
DOCTOR: Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart. So you recognise me, then? 
BRIGADIER: Yes. Who else would it be?
[Gore Crow Hotel]
(Elizabeth's white stick hits a foot. She feels up the chain mail arm to the steel plated shoulder.) 
ELIZABETH: Who are you? What do you want? Pat! Come quickly, Patrick!
[Dig site]
(Gazing down at the tunnel entrance.) 
BAMBERA: Two people were down there and you didn't tell me. 
WARMSLY: Well, I 
BAMBERA: Down there, in a trap. 
ACE: Yeah. Let's you in but it doesn't let you out. 
WARMSLY: Yes, well, Ace got out all right. 
BAMBERA: But the Doctor is still down there. 
SHOU: And the Brigadier. 
BAMBERA: I am the Brigadier. 
BRIGADIER: So am I. 
(The Brigadier comes out of the tunnel.) 
ACE: Hey, I thought it let you in but it doesn't let you out. 
DOCTOR: It let me out. 
BAMBERA: Brigadier, I thought you'd retired. 
BRIGADIER: So did I, Brigadier. Now, is the perimeter secure? This whole area is crawling with armed extra-terrestrials and they're hostile. 
DOCTOR: Same as ever, eh, Brigadier?
[Churchyard]
MORGAINE: He has possession of Excalibur. Knight Commander. 
COMMANDER: My lady. 
MORGAINE: Take your men along that road. Seek out those who hold Excalibur and take the sword from them. 
COMMANDER: And if they resist? 
MORGAINE: Give them an honourable death.
[Dig site]
ANCELYN: My lord Merlin. 
BRIGADIER: Merlin? 
ANCELYN: Oh, he has many names. 
BRIGADIER: He has many faces. And he has many companions. This must be the latest one. 
BAMBERA: We've checked the perimeter. Doctor Warmsly is staying with the vehicles. 
BRIGADIER: Oh, thank you, Bambera. Oh, see if you can get a blanket for this young lady, will you? 
BAMBERA: Yes, sir. Perhaps I should make some tea, too. 
(Bambera leaves.) 
BRIGADIER: Well, are you all right, Miss? 
ACE: Just call me the latest one, and I can get my own blanket. 
(Ace and Shou Yuing leave.) 
BRIGADIER: Oh dear. Women. Not really my field. 
DOCTOR: Don't worry, Brigadier. People will be shooting at you soon.
[Gore Crow Hotel]
(Mordred sips at a pint of beer. There are already 5 empty beer jugs on the bar. Pat brings an empty barrel up from the cellar.) 
PAT: Elizabeth? 
ELIZABETH: Pat, is that you? 
PAT: You all right? 
ELIZABETH: Yes, I'm fine. I'm all right. 
MORDRED: Your wife? 
PAT: Yes. 
MORDRED: With your aspect, it is well that she is blind. 
(Mordred walks away from the bar with his drink, laughing, as Lavel enters.) 
LAVEL: Do you have a phone? 
MORDRED: So, what have we here? 
(Lavel turns and draws her pistol.) 
MORDRED: Ah, there is light in this grey world. 
LAVEL: Don't move. 
MORDRED: Am I to do nothing? 
LAVEL: Yeah, you can get the tab if you like. 
MORDRED: Light and fire. Come, drink with me! 
LAVEL: I said, don't move. 
MORDRED: Oh, I would wish for kinder words. 
(Morgaine enters.) 
MORGAINE: Mordred. Who is this? 
MORDRED: A warrior maid. 
MORGAINE: A warrior? Good. I would learn the strength of their forces. 
LAVEL: Stay back or I'll shoot. 
(Lavel fires and Morgaine catches the bullet, crushes it and drops the dust onto the floor.) 
MORGAINE: Be silent. 
(Lavel drops her gun, hypnotised.) 
MORGAINE: Rest here and tell me. 
(Lavel kneels at Morgaine's feet and the sorceress puts her hands on Lavel's head.) 
MORGAINE: Ah. 
(Lavel screams.) 
MORGAINE: Quietly, my child. 
(Morgaine releases Lavel, who collapses.) 
MORGAINE: Now we know, Mordred. 
PAT: You can't leave her like that. 
(Morgaine zaps Lavel and turns her to ashes.) 
MORGAINE: Did my son drink well? Oh, I see that it is so. I must get the tab. 
PAT: Get away from here, you 
(Morgaine places her hand in front of Elizabeth's eyes.) 
ELIZABETH: I can see. Patrick, I can see!
[Dig site]
(The Brigadier, the Doctor, Warmsly, Ace and Shou take the Carbury Range Rover.) 
BRIGADIER: Oh, Bambera, take the other car, will you? 
BAMBERA: Yes, sir. Come on, Ancelyn. Looks like we get the deck chair. 
ANCELYN: My lady is vexed. 
(The Range Rover drives off.) 
DOCTOR: We might run into trouble. 
BRIGADIER: Oh really, Doctor? You do surprise me. 
ACE: Winifred isn't following. 
BRIGADIER: Good lord, is that her name? 
(In the 2CV.) 
BAMBERA: Now I'm vexed. 
ANCELYN: What do you seek? 
BAMBERA: Stay out of this. You don't even live here. 
(Ancelyn holds up the car keys.) 
ANCELYN: Perhaps these? 
BAMBERA: (snatching them) No.
[Carbury Range Rover]
(The Knight Commander deploys his men either side of the track as the Brigadier drives up.) 
DOCTOR: Something's wrong. 
BRIGADIER: What? 
DOCTOR: We haven't been attacked yet. 
(A knight throws a grenade which explodes next to the Range Rover. The vehicle swerves but keeps going. The Knight Commander signals his men to open fire.) 
BRIGADIER: Down! 
(He drives through two knights on the track. They shoot out the rear window but the Brigadier keeps going.) 
SHOU: Are they gone? 
WARMSLY: Who were they? 
BRIGADIER: Now, Doctor, we've been attacked. Happy? 
DOCTOR: Yes. 
BRIGADIER: Oh, good. 
DOCTOR: As long as Morgaine's people are shooting at us, she won't be using more obscure methods of attack. 
BRIGADIER: Such as? 
DOCTOR: I don't know, and I don't want to find out.

Sunday 27 December 2020

Quite Frankly, Mordred, I’m getting a little •tired• of hearing about Your •Mother•....



“You were bound. 

My Mother sealed you into the ice caves for all Eternity.”



“There will be a reckoning, Ancelyn. 

I have sworn it. 

As for you, Merlin, My Mother has waited twelve centuries to face you. 

You will bow down before her this time.”



“This is no battle. 

‘Tis but a ruse, a diversion. 

My Mother hath summoned the Destroyer, the Lord of Darkness, Eater of Worlds. 

Look to your children, Merlin, for soon they shall be no more.”


“My Mother will destroy you.”


“Just between You and Me, Mordred, I’m getting a little tired of hearing about Your Mother....”

— Brig. Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart





“You just called me ‘honey’....”

“Yes, I •DID•, because, you gotta get WITH This —

Men and Women chase after each other, right...? 
RIGHT?!?!?”

“......yes, yes they do.”




MORGAINE: 
Then tell Arthur to face me with honour in single combat. 

Tell him to show himself

It's time he ceased hiding behind your coat tails, Merlin.

Time's Champion :
Arthur is Dead. 

MORGAINE: 
No. 

Time's Champion :
He's Dead, Morgaine. 

MORGAINE: 
Merlin, Prince of Deceit. 
Another Trick. 

Time's Champion :
No. 

MORGAINE: 
I..... don't believe you. 

Time's Champion :
Don't you? 

MORGAINE: 
It can't be. 

Time's Champion :
He died over a thousand years ago. 

MORGAINE
Arthur — who burned like star-fire. 

Time's Champion :
Gone. 

MORGAINE
And was as beautiful —

Where does he lie?

I would look at him one final time. 

Time's Champion : 
He's gone to dust

MORGAINE
Then I shall not even have that comfort. 

I shall never see him again. 

Arthur. 
We were together, in The Woods of Celadon. 

The air was like honey...


Time's Champion :
I'm sorry, Morgaine. 
It's over. 

(The Doctor removes the key from the nuclear missile firing controls and puts it in his breast pocket.)

Thursday 20 February 2020

TAXIARCHY

 
I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. 
Surrender now, and we can avoid bloodshed.


So Infernally Touchy....




In times of spiritual trial, Oppenheimer would search the Bhagavad-Gita, a sacred Hindu text, for meaning and comfort. 

He often turned to the story of the warrior Prince Arjuna, who to fulfill his destiny must Fight and Kill.


“In battle, in forest, at the precipice in the mountains,
On a dark great sea, in the midst of javelins and arrows,
In sleep, in confusion, in the depths of shame,
The good deeds a man has done before defend him.”

(The tunnel seals behind them.)

ACE: 

Doctor?


DOCTOR: 

Don't worry, Ace. 

It's only a trap.


[Clearing]


(The Brigadier and Lavel run from the helicopter, which then explodes.)


BRIGADIER: 

Five million pounds worth of aircraft, and we've lost it.


LAVEL: 

They’ll make us pay for that


BRIGADIER: 

We'll be poor for the rest of our lives.


(Lavel's leg hurts.)


BRIGADIER: 

Pulled a ligament?


LAVEL: 

Oh good. I thought it might be something serious.


BRIGADIER: 

I'll see if I can get some help from the village.


LAVEL: 

But sir, we don't know what the situation is here.


BRIGADIER: 

The situation, Lavel, is normal

And it doesn't get much worse than that

You know, I think I'm rather enjoying this.


(The Brigadier takes his service revolver from its holster and heads off.)


[Churchyard]


(Mordred is reading the names on the war memorial.)


MORDRED: 

‘Tis a shrine to those fallen in battle.


MORGAINE: 

So, they are not the savages you led us to believe. 

You fought on their soil without proper respect for the dead.


MORDRED: 

Mother, I —


MORGAINE: 

You have dishonoured us, Mordred. 

What is victory without honour? Leave us!


(Mordred walks through two lines of knights. The Brigadier walks up the road by the church.)


MORGAINE: 

What manner of man are you?


(Morgaine and the Brigadier meet at the church gate. The Brigadier points his revolver at her.)


MORGAINE: 

A Warrior, no less. 

How goes the day?


BRIGADIER: 

I've had better.


MORGAINE: 

I am Morgaine, The Sun Killer. Dominator of the thirteen worlds 

and 

Battle Queen of the S'Rax. 

What say you?


BRIGADIER: 

I am Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. 

Surrender now, and we can avoid bloodshed.


*****


BRIGADIER: 

Let me see if I've understood you correctly. 

You are holding a Remembrance ceremony for the dead of our World Wars, a ceasefire, to remain in force for the duration of said ceremony, right?


MORGAINE: 

Your words are strange, 

but that is the meaning, yes.


BRIGADIER: 

Right. What must I do?




MORGAINE: 

I wish you to know that I bear you no malice.


BRIGADIER: 

I understand.



MORGAINE: 

But when we meet again, 

I shall kill you. 





Morte D'Arthur

by Alfred Lord Tennyson




So all day long the noise of battle rolled

Among the mountains by the winter sea;

Until King Arthur's table, man by man,

Had fallen in Lyonnesse about their Lord,

King Arthur: then, because his wound was deep,

The bold Sir Bedivere uplifted him,

Sir Bedivere, the last of all his knights,

And bore him to a chapel nigh the field,

A broken chancel with a broken cross,

That stood on a dark strait of barren land.

On one side lay the Ocean, and on one

Lay a great water, and the moon was full.


Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere:

"The sequel of today unsolders all

The goodliest fellowship of famous knights

Whereof this world holds record. Such a sleep

They sleep -the men I loved. I think that we

Shall never more, at any future time,

Delight our souls with talk of knightly deeds,

Walking about the gardens and the halls

Of Camelot, as in the days that were.

I perish by this people which I made, -

Though Merlin sware that I should come again

To rule once more -but let what will be, be,

I am so deeply smitten through the helm

That without help I cannot last till morn.

Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur,

Which was my pride: for thou rememberest how

In those old days, one summer noon, and arm

Rose up from out the bosom of the lake,

Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,

Holding the sword -and how I rowed across

And took it, and have worn it, like a king:

And, wheresoever I am sung or told

In aftertime, this also shall be known:

But now delay not: take Excalibur,

And fling him far into the middle mere:

Watch what thou seest, and lightly bring me word."


To him replied the bold Sir Bedivere:

"It is not meet, Sir King, to leave thee thus,

Aidless, alone, and smitten through the helm.

A little thing may harm a wounded man.

Yet I thy hest will all perform at full,

Watch what I see, and lightly bring thee word."


So saying, from the ruined shrine he stepped

And in the moon athwart the place of tombs,

Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men,

Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang

Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down

By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock,

Came on the shining levels of the lake.


There drew he forth the brand Excalibur,

And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon,

Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth

And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt:

For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks,

Myriads of topaz-lights, and jacinth-work

Of subtlest jewellery. He gazed so long

That both his eyes were dazzled, as he stood,

This way and that dividing the swift mind,

In act to throw: but at the last it seemed

Better to leave Excalibur concealed

There in the many-knotted waterflags,

That whistled stiff and dry about the marge.

So strode he back slow to the wounded King.


Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere:

"Hast thou performed my mission which I gave?

What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?"


And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:

"I heard the ripple washing in the reeds,

And the wild water lapping on the crag."


To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale:

"Thou hast betrayed thy nature and thy name,

Not rendering true answer, as beseemed

Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight:

For surer sign had followed, either hand,

Or voice, or else a motion of the mere.

This is a shameful thing for men to lie.

Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again

As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing

I bad thee, watch, and lightly bring me word."


Then went Sir Bedivere the second time

Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere,

Counting the dewy pebbles, fixed in thought;

But when he saw the wonder of the hilt,

How curiously and strangely chased, he smote

His palms together, and he cried aloud,


"And if indeed I cast the brand away,

Surely a precious thing, one worthy note,

Should thus be lost for ever from the earth,

Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.

What good should follow this, if this were done?

What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey,

Seeing obedience is the bond of rule.

Were it well to obey then, if a king demand

An act unprofitable, against himself?

The King is sick, and knows not what he does.

What record, or what relic of my lord

Should be to aftertime, but empty breath

And rumours of a doubt? but were this kept,

Stored in some treasure-house of mighty kings,

Some one might show it at a joust of arms,

Saying, `King Arthur's sword, Excalibur,

Wrought by the lonely maiden of the Lake.

Nine years she wrought it, sitting in the deeps

Upon the hidden bases of the hills.'

So might some old man speak in the aftertime

To all the people, winning reverence.

But now much honour and much fame were lost."


So spake he, clouded with his own conceit,

And hid Excalibur the second time,

And so strode back slow to the wounded King.


Then spoke King Arthur, breathing heavily:

"What is it thou hast seen? or what hast heard?"


And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:

"I heard the water lapping on the crag,

And the long ripple washing in the reeds."


To whom replied King Arthur, much in wrath:

"Ah, miserable and unkind, untrue,

Unknightly, traitor-hearted! Woe is me!

Authority forgets a dying king,

Laid widowed of the power in his eye

That bowed the will. I see thee what thou art,

For thou, the latest-left of all my knights,

In whom should meet the offices of all,

Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt;

Either from lust of gold, or like a girl

Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes.

Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice,

And the third time may prosper, get thee hence:

But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur,

I will arise and slay thee with my hands."


Then quickly rose Sir Bedivere, and ran,

And, leaping down the ridges lightly, plunged

Among the bulrush-beds, and clutched the sword,

And strongly wheeled and threw it. The great brand

Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon,

And flashing round and round, and whirled in an arch,

Shot like a streamer of the northern morn,

Seen where the moving isles of winter shock

By night, with noises of the northern sea.

So flashed and fell the brand Excalibur:

But ere he dipped the surface, rose and arm

Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,

And caught him by the hilt, and brandished him

Three times, and drew him under in the mere.

And lightly went the other to the King.


Then spoke King Arthur, drawing thicker breath:

"Now see I by thine eyes that this is done.

Speak out: what is it thou hast heard, or seen?"


And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:

"Sir King, I closed mine eyelids, lest the gems

Should blind my purpose, for I never saw,

Nor shall see, here or elsewhere, till I die,

Not though I live three lives of mortal men,

So great a miracle as yonder hilt.

Then with both hands I flung him, wheeling him;

But when I looked again, behold an arm,

Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful,

That caught him by the hilt, and brandished him

Three times, and drew him under in the mere."


And answer made King Arthur, breathing hard:

"My end draws nigh; 'tis time that I were gone.

Make broad thy shoulders to receive my weight,

And bear me to the margin; yet I fear

My wound hath taken cold, and I shall die."


So saying, from the pavement he half rose,

Slowly, with pain, reclining on his arm,

And looking wistfully with wide blue eyes

As in a picture. Him Sir Bedivere

Remorsefully regarded through his tears,

And would have spoken, but he found not words,

Then took with care, and kneeling on one knee,

O'er both his shoulders drew the languid hands,

And rising bore him through the place of tombs.


But, as he walked, King Arthur panted hard,

Like one that feels a nightmare on his bed

When all the house is mute. So sighed the King,

Muttering and murmuring at his ear, "Quick, quick!

I fear it is too late, and I shall die."

But the other swiftly strode from ridge to ridge,

Clothed with his breath, and looking, as he walked,

Larger than human on the frozen hills.

He heard the deep behind him, and a cry

Before. His own thought drove him, like a goad.

Dry clashed his harness in the icy caves

And barren chasms, and all to left and right

The bare black cliff clanged round him, as he based

His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang

Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels -

And on a sudden, lo! the level lake,

And the long glories of the winter moon.


Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge,

Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern,

Beneath them; and descending they were ware

That all the decks were dense with stately forms

Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream -by these

Three Queens with crowns of gold -and from them rose

A cry that shivered to the tingling stars,

And, as it were one voice, an agony

Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills

All night in a waste land, where no one comes,

Or hath come, since the making of the world.


Then murmured Arthur, "Place me in the barge,"

And to the barge they came. There those three Queens

Put forth their hands, and took the King, and wept.

But she, that rose the tallest of them all

And fairest, laid his head upon her lap,

And loosed the shattered casque, and chafed his hands,

And called him by his name, complaining loud,

And dropping bitter tears against his brow

Striped with dark blood: for all his face was white

And colourless, and like the withered moon

Smote by the fresh beam of the springing east;

And all his greaves and cuisses dashed with drops

Of onset; and the light and lustrous curls -

That made his forehead like a rising sun

High from the dais-throne -were parched with dust;

Or, clotted into points and hanging loose,

Mixed with the knightly growth that fringed his lips.

So like a shattered column lay the King;

Not like that Arthur who, with lance in rest,

From spur to plume a star of tournament,

Shot through the lists at Camelot, and charged

Before the eyes of ladies and of kings.


Then loudly cried the bold Sir Bedivere,

"Ah! my Lord Arthur, whither shall I go?

Where shall I hide my forehead and my eyes?

For now I see the true old times are dead,

When every morning brought a noble chance,

And every chance brought out a noble knight.

Such times have been not since the light that led

The holy Elders with the gift of myrrh.

But now the whole ROUND TABLE is dissolved

Which was an image of the mighty world;

And I, the last, go forth companionless,

And the days darken round me, and the years,

Among new men, strange faces, other minds."


And slowly answered Arthur from the barge:

"The old order changeth, yielding place to new,

And God fulfills Himself in many ways,

Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.

Comfort thyself: what comfort is in me?

I have lived my life, and that which I have done

May He within Himself make pure! but thou,

If thou shouldst never see my face again,

Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer

Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice

Rise like a fountain for me night and day.

For what are men better than sheep or goats

That nourish a blind life within the brain,

If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer

Both for themselves and those who call them friend?

For so the whole round earth is every way

Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.

But now farewell. I am going a long way

With these thou seest -if indeed I go -

(For all my mind is clouded with a doubt)

To the island-valley of Avilion;

Where falls not hail, or rain, or any snow,

Nor ever wind blows loudly; but it lies

Deep-meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns

And bowery hollows crowned with summer sea,

Where I will heal me of my grievous wound."


So said he, and the barge with oar and sail

Moved from the brink, like some full-breasted swan

That, fluting a wild carol ere her death,

Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood

With swarthy webs. Long stood Sir Bedivere

Revolving many memories, till the hull

Looked one black dot against the verge of dawn,

And on the mere the wailing died away.






[DOOR CHIMES.]

Come.

Jean-Luc.



Kirsten.



Hello.


May I? 




Apparently, you have urgent Federation business.

I understood you to have left affairs of state behind.

I am staying as far from it all as I can.

So then what can I do for you? - Bruce Maddox.

- What about him? I believe that he is using neurons from the late Commander Data to create a new organic synthetic.

Well, that's not far from all of it, it is all of it.

The Romulans are involved.

This gets better and better.

Commander Data was not only my colleague, he was my dear friend, and he gave his life, body and soul, to the Federation.

And if there is a chance that some part of him still exists, then I think we have an obligation to investigate.

There is no "we", Jean-Luc.

Kirsten, I know we have not always seen eye to eye.

Nevertheless, I have a request to make.

Based on my years of service, I want you to reinstate me, temporarily, for one mission.

I will need a small warp-capable reconnaissance ship with a minimal crew, and if you feel that my rank makes me too conspicuous, well, then, I am content to be demoted to Captain.



The sheer fucking hubris.

You think you could just waltz back in here and be entrusted with taking men and women into space? 

Don't you think I was watching the holo the other day along with everyone else in The Galaxy? 



I should not have spoken in public.



The Romulans were our enemies, and we tried to help them for as long as we could, but even before the synthetics attacked Mars, 14 species within the Federation said, 

"Cut the Romulans loose, or we'll pull out".

It was a choice between allowing the Federation to implode or letting the Romulans go.




The Federation does not get to decide if a species lives or dies.




Yes, we do.

We absolutely do.

Thousands of other species depend upon us for unity, for cohesion.

We didn't have enough ships left.

We had to make choices.

But the great Captain Picard didn't like his orders.

I was standing up for the Federation, for what it represents, for what it should still represent.



How dare you lecture me? 


Ignore me again at your cost.



My cost?


You are in peril, Admiral.



There is no peril here, only the pitiable delusions of a once-great man desperate to matter.

This is no longer your house, Jean-Luc.

So do what you're good at: GO HOME

Request denied.