KILGHARRAH: In a land of myth, and a time of magic, the destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a young man. His name: Merlin. SIR LEON: Stop! (He unsheathes his sword) Show yourself. GUINEVERE: Oh, he’s just a boy. SIR LEON: Out here in the middle of the night? GUINEVERE: There’s no need for your sword. GUINEVERE: Come. GUINEVERE: Where are you going? DAEGAL: Been catching frogs. SIR LEON: Frogs? GUINEVERE: It’s a full moon, Leon. We used to do it. Come on, you should be in bed. Off you go. DAEGAL: Thank you, my lady. ARTHUR: Mm-hmm. GUINEVERE: Have you missed me? ARTHUR: Hmm. GAIUS: Me?! --