This is a contest like no other- it is open to all commers, including our reigning champion the King! There are no rules- no weapons are banned. The last man standing takes the prize. Let the tournament begin!
It's lonely... to be more powerful than any man you know and have to live like a shadow. To... to be special and have to pretend that you're a fool. I know how it feels... I understand.
What am I going to do, Merlin? If I fight my father tomorrow, the way I can, I'll show him up, I'll humiliate him in front of his people. Or worse, I could even wound him or kill him.
I have followed your progress with a sword since you were a boy. I know your abilities better than anyone. I am eternally grateful. I hope that when you are King and have sons of your own, that they will afford you the same honour. Indeed, the most satisfying outcome of the tournament is that Arthur's actions have shown me that he is now truly ready to be king.
Those that defy them, those that choose to fight- they will surely die. Those who do not resist, those that choose to welcome change, they will have a future here. Everyone has a choice, Gwen.
One more minute and you both would have been dead! Neither of you won. Your plan was a half-baked disaster and if it was not for that fire, we would all be pushing up daisies.
I understand. Your father lied to you about Morgana - I don't know why, I'm sure he had his reasons - but now is not the time for that. He is still your father. He needs you. Camelot needs you.