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BARON: Now, my beautiful daughter shall make the roll call. Claire?

Yes, my lord.

BARON: Call the knights forward.

Sir Bartholomew de Nimes, son of Marcel, Castellan of Carcasonne, and his squire, Louis son of Luc.

CLAIRE: Sir Bartholomew de Nimes, son of Marcel, Castellan of Carcasonne, and his squire, Louis son of Luc.

Sir Edward D’Aquitaine, here from his uncle’s estate in England, and his squire, Michael of Chester.

CLAIRE: Sir Edward d’Aquitaine, here from his uncle’s estate in England, and his squire, Michael of Chester.

Sir Garaille de Biscay, the bravest of all the Basque country, and his squire, Aitor son of Igor.

CLAIRE: Sir Garaille de Biscay, the bravest of all the Basque country, and his squire, Aitor son of Igor.

Sir Daniel de Girona, who fights for the honor of the Crown of Aragon, and his squire David.

CLAIRE: Sir Daniel de Girona, who fights for the honor of the Crown of Aragon, and his squire David.

Wow, that’s a lot of names. Oh, I know this one. Sir Antoine the Younger, the son of Antoine, the lord of the castle near Saint-Martin-de-Crau.

BARON: Call the knights forward.

Sir Bartholomew de Nimes, son of Marcel, Castellan of Carcasonne, and his squire, Louis son of Luc.

Sir Edward d’Aquitaine, here from his uncle’s estate in England, and his squire, Michael of Chester.

Sir Garaille de Biscay, the bravest of all the Basque country, and his squire, Aitor son of Igor.

Sir Daniel de Girona, who fights for the honor of the Crown of Aragon, and his squire David.

Wow, that’s a lot of names. Oh, I know this one. Sir Antoine the Younger, the son of Antoine, the lord of the castle near Saint-Martin-de-Crau

BARON: Oh yes, quite a shabby place that is.

Well, come forth Antoine the Younger, and his squire Charles.

CHARLES: If we win, sir.

And finally, we have a champion from among the greatest knights in France, who will compete anonymously as the Black Knight!

HENRY: Quiet! Here comes the Baron, tell him the other squire fell ill. (horn)

Now that roll call has ended, the first of the fights shall begin. Because we hold him so high in our esteem, after his valiance in the war against the tasteless, toothless English, Sir Bartholomew de Nimes shall face our champion, The Black Knight, in a duel with swords!

ISABELLE: There goes your man in shining armor.

I’m serious about this, Isabelle, that Black Knight is a handsome devil.

ISABELLE: Ladies don’t mary devils.

You’re no fun, you witch.

ISABELLE: What about that Charles, the squire of the local knight? In my estimation he’s about your age, and he’ll be a knight himself in a few years.

I suppose he’s quite fetching isn’t he. A boyish charm, perhaps.