Sir Bryant: What's this? A most unusual way of preparing for battle, I would say.
Prince Valiant: We prepare for a battle of a different sort, Sir Bryant.
Sir Bryant: Then I wish you victory. But remember: we go north at dawn.
Arn: This won't take long. It's just a, simple, friendly supper. Right, Valiant?
Prince Valiant: That's the plan.
[they grin at each other nervously]
Elizabeth: Could it be, Rowanne, that you left King Arthur's court not because Camelot wasn't worthy of you, but because you were not worthy of it?