Episode transcript: Daughter of the King
Monday, 3 July 1972 06:00 amSeason 2, Episode 9: Daughter of the King
Writers: David Pursall and Jack Seddon
OPENING SCENE
It is winter. Arthur and Kai squelch through the flooded village to the longhouse. Arthur is carrying a sack of provisions; Kai has a dead stag slung across his shoulders. The sentry holds the door open for them.
Inside, Llud is draining some mead from the barrel, tilting it to get the last few drops. He raps on it; it sounds empty. He goes to sit down and smiles at Arthur and Kai as they come in.
Llud: The mead. You’ve forgotten the mead. The barrel’s almost empty.
Arthur and Kai put down their burdens.
Kai: Since you seem to be drinking it all, perhaps you’d like to get your feet wet, bringing it from the store hut.
Llud: A wager’s a wager.
Arthur: We gambled for one journey only. Fetching the mead is a separate wager.
Arthur swipes Llud’s goblet, takes a drink, then hands the goblet to Kai, who also drinks. Llud gets to his feet, smiling and nodding.
Llud: As you wish. Another wager! [he laughs smugly]
Kai aims at a target board on the wall, and throws a knife.
Llud: Your aim is off, Kai. I could do better with my silver hand.
Kai: We have three attempts.
Kai sits on the table as Arthur gets up to take his turn; Arthur’s knife lands a bit closer to the centre, but still in the outer ring.
Llud: Arthur’s rest did him good while you were womanising. To keep a steady hand, you need rest.
Arthur sits next to Kai. Llud prepares to throw.
Kai: Arthur grows old before his time.
Kai gives Arthur an affectionate nudge. Llud throws; his is the worst effort so far.
Llud: But his eye is keen.
Kai gets up to take another throw.
Kai: The keenest eye sent Arthur to his bed, whilst I was chosen to keep the young lady company. [Kai nudges Arthur with the handle of the knife] Leesa’s sparkling eye chose me, eh?
Arthur leans in and speaks softly.
Arthur: Which one of her three eyes did she use, eh?
Both smile. Kai nudges Arthur out of the way as he prepares to throw. His knife lands the closest yet.
Kai: Your pride was hurt more than I thought.
He goes to sit down. Llud steps up, but Arthur puts a hand out to stop him.
Arthur: It takes more than Leesa to touch my pride. The Celts get slaughtered by that murdering butcher Bavick. That’s when my pride is hurt as a leader.
Arthur aims and throws the knife with some venom; the knife hits quite near the middle of the target.
Arthur: Would the weather break, that it could have been for him.
Llud: You must hold your patience. The rains will at least keep Bavick close to his fire.
Llud throws, with a bit more accuracy than before, but still no match for Arthur’s best throw. Kai gets up to take his turn.
Kai: Until the first glimpse of sun through the storm clouds. Then he’ll rampage the country again, fighting his own kind, killing and pillaging.
Kai throws, still with not much luck. He goes to sit down and Arthur gets up.
Arthur: When he moves more than one league out of his own territory, I’ll split his head in two.
Arthur throws – this time wildly off-target. He goes to sit down again.
Llud: Your anger spoils your skill. I trust you will have better control when you come face-to-face with Bavick.
Arthur: When we ride out again, my anger will have calmed enough to come face-to-face with Bavick. In the meantime, I’m still nearest to the centre of that target.
Llud chuckles. He throws and hits the centre.
Llud: It seems the position has changed … and with Arthur in second place – [to Kai] you fetch the barrel of mead!
Llud laughs.
Kai: Mmm.
Kai heaves a sigh and gets to his feet.
Arthur: Don’t get waylaid by the fair Leesa. We’re thirsty.
Kai: Gaaah …
Kai gives Arthur a friendly shove. Llud laughs. Kai makes his way across the muddy yard to the store hut.
[OPENING CREDITS]
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Writers: David Pursall and Jack Seddon
OPENING SCENE
It is winter. Arthur and Kai squelch through the flooded village to the longhouse. Arthur is carrying a sack of provisions; Kai has a dead stag slung across his shoulders. The sentry holds the door open for them.
Inside, Llud is draining some mead from the barrel, tilting it to get the last few drops. He raps on it; it sounds empty. He goes to sit down and smiles at Arthur and Kai as they come in.
Llud: The mead. You’ve forgotten the mead. The barrel’s almost empty.
Arthur and Kai put down their burdens.
Kai: Since you seem to be drinking it all, perhaps you’d like to get your feet wet, bringing it from the store hut.
Llud: A wager’s a wager.
Arthur: We gambled for one journey only. Fetching the mead is a separate wager.
Arthur swipes Llud’s goblet, takes a drink, then hands the goblet to Kai, who also drinks. Llud gets to his feet, smiling and nodding.
Llud: As you wish. Another wager! [he laughs smugly]
Kai aims at a target board on the wall, and throws a knife.
Llud: Your aim is off, Kai. I could do better with my silver hand.
Kai: We have three attempts.
Kai sits on the table as Arthur gets up to take his turn; Arthur’s knife lands a bit closer to the centre, but still in the outer ring.
Llud: Arthur’s rest did him good while you were womanising. To keep a steady hand, you need rest.
Arthur sits next to Kai. Llud prepares to throw.
Kai: Arthur grows old before his time.
Kai gives Arthur an affectionate nudge. Llud throws; his is the worst effort so far.
Llud: But his eye is keen.
Kai gets up to take another throw.
Kai: The keenest eye sent Arthur to his bed, whilst I was chosen to keep the young lady company. [Kai nudges Arthur with the handle of the knife] Leesa’s sparkling eye chose me, eh?
Arthur leans in and speaks softly.
Arthur: Which one of her three eyes did she use, eh?
Both smile. Kai nudges Arthur out of the way as he prepares to throw. His knife lands the closest yet.
Kai: Your pride was hurt more than I thought.
He goes to sit down. Llud steps up, but Arthur puts a hand out to stop him.
Arthur: It takes more than Leesa to touch my pride. The Celts get slaughtered by that murdering butcher Bavick. That’s when my pride is hurt as a leader.
Arthur aims and throws the knife with some venom; the knife hits quite near the middle of the target.
Arthur: Would the weather break, that it could have been for him.
Llud: You must hold your patience. The rains will at least keep Bavick close to his fire.
Llud throws, with a bit more accuracy than before, but still no match for Arthur’s best throw. Kai gets up to take his turn.
Kai: Until the first glimpse of sun through the storm clouds. Then he’ll rampage the country again, fighting his own kind, killing and pillaging.
Kai throws, still with not much luck. He goes to sit down and Arthur gets up.
Arthur: When he moves more than one league out of his own territory, I’ll split his head in two.
Arthur throws – this time wildly off-target. He goes to sit down again.
Llud: Your anger spoils your skill. I trust you will have better control when you come face-to-face with Bavick.
Arthur: When we ride out again, my anger will have calmed enough to come face-to-face with Bavick. In the meantime, I’m still nearest to the centre of that target.
Llud chuckles. He throws and hits the centre.
Llud: It seems the position has changed … and with Arthur in second place – [to Kai] you fetch the barrel of mead!
Llud laughs.
Kai: Mmm.
Kai heaves a sigh and gets to his feet.
Arthur: Don’t get waylaid by the fair Leesa. We’re thirsty.
Kai: Gaaah …
Kai gives Arthur a friendly shove. Llud laughs. Kai makes his way across the muddy yard to the store hut.
[OPENING CREDITS]
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