Sir Kay: Sttand and raise your tankards, gentlemen!
[many stand, including Valiant]
Sir Kay: [quietly to him] Not you, Commander. It is you we honor.
Prince Valiant: [after disarming an attacker on the log bridge] Here - let me help you. And off we go.
[shoves him over]
Arn: Sometimes I feel as if I've become your shadow, Valiant. I need to find out where it is in the world that I fit.
Prince Valiant: To me, Arn, you've never been a shadow. You've been my friend. My brother. I will always love you.
Rowanne: I'll miss you, Arn. I'll miss you very much.
Arn: Rowanne, I...
Rowanne: [wipes her eyes] I know.
Prince Valiant: The trail ends here. From here, we make our own.
Rowanne: [sarcastically, of the marsh] What a lovely place.
Prince Valiant: You should try living here.
Prince Valiant: Rolf is dead, Father.
King William: Somewhere deep in my soul, I knew. And I knew that if he had as much as a single breath left in him he would find his way back to us.
Prince Valiant: He died saving my life.
King William: I see. When next we meet, I shall make it a point to thank him, for both of us.
Queen Briana: When a father realizes that he is no longer taller than his son, it is a time of great pride, and great pain.
King William: There is no need for flattery, Valiant. But it is welcome flattery nonetheless.
King William: Perhaps if I try very hard, I can force myself to leave this "lovely" place. Convincing your mother, however, may be quite another story. You know, she has grown quite fond of sleeping on straw and decorating with moss.
[laughs with Valiant]
Arn: What's that smell? Have we been invaded by a herd of human goats?
Arn: I've been left with a choice: to command an army of loyal peasants, or fight at the side of one who will someday be the greatest knight in all of Camelot. Somehow the choice seemed clear. This is where I belong. Where I want to stay. At your side, Valiant. If, you will have me.
Prince Valiant: [touching his shoulder] Always, my friend. Always.