[ Gods. Arthur thinks of the Christian Lord, but doesn't feel any attachment, to it or any other theology that he knows of. But he knows what the man means. And if his doubt is odd, at least it isn't scoffing disbelief and an arm at the crook of his elbow, come with us now, lad. ]

In god's name, I swear it. By my own life, I swear it. I am Arthur Pendragon, son of Uther...

[ He debates the last bit, still wary of foul play, but can no more hide who he is than disappear from view. ]

King of Camelot and knight of the realm.

[ He straightens his shoulders, stubborn-mouthed and looking down his strong nose as though they're of a height. ]

Now will you stop talking nonsense and riddles and tell me what the hell is going on!