Show the sword.  Behold! The sword of power....Excalibur!
 
You'll never battle this down!  And you'll never have Egraine!  Never!

Merlin's chant.

The future has taken root in the present, it is done.
 
You strike me with words hard as steel.

Nobody shall weild Excalibur but me!

He who draws the sword from the stone, he shall be king.

I remember my first joust.  It looks far less than it feels.

Arthur, where's Kay's sword?

You are King Arthur.

Uriens' angry cry

He's trying to foist a farmer's boy upon us.  Do you want a bastard as a king?

If a boy has been chosen, a boy shall be king!

Are you with us or against us?

What are you afraid of?

Rest in the arms of the Dragon.  Dream.

Any man who would be a knight and follow a King, follow me!

Swear faith to me and you shall have mercy.  I need battlelords such as you. A noble knight swear faith to a squire?  Never.  Never!

Keep it Uriens!

Rise King Arthur.  I am your humble knight, and I swear allegiance in the courage in your veins, so strong it is, it's source must be Uther Pendragon.  I doubt you no more.

You have a land to quell before you can start all this hair pulling and jumping about!

Looking at the cake is like looking at the future.  Until you've tasted it, what do you really know?  And then of course it's too late.  Too late.