Look, my liege! Shut up! Will you shut up?! What a stran­ge person. But you are dres­sed as one… You don’t frigh­ten us, English pig-dogs! Go and boil your bottoms, sons of a silly person! I blow my nose at you, so-called Ah-thoor Keeng, you and all your silly English K‑n‑n-n-n-n-n-n-niggits! The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shim­me­ring sami­te, held aloft Exca­li­bur from the bosom of the water, signif­ying by divi­ne provi­den­ce that I, Arthur,…