[Miles sits down to share the supper]
Prince Edward Tudor:
Would you sit in the presence of your king?
Miles Hendon:
Now, see here, my lad!
Prince Edward Tudor:
I will no longer tolerate your manner.
Miles Hendon:
[humoring him]
I ask your pardon, your majesty, but after that chase we led them it would be good to sit down.
Prince Edward Tudor:
Perhaps.
[Miles sits]
Prince Edward Tudor:
No! Custom must be preserved - you will stand.
[Miles stands and then leans against the wall, getting annoyed as the prince finishes the supper]
Prince Edward Tudor:
I was very hungry. Feel better now.
Miles Hendon:
I'm gratified, your majesty.
Prince Edward Tudor:
Come to think of it, I'm under obligation to you in many ways. Your service demands rich reward.
Miles Hendon:
Oh, a mere nothing, your majesty.
Prince Edward Tudor:
You may have any reward you wish... name it.
Miles Hendon:
The, uh, privilege of sitting in your majesty's presence.
Prince Edward Tudor:
Advance, fellow, and give me your sword.
Miles Hendon:
[gives his sword to the prince]
Did you find the mutton tough, sire?
Prince Edward Tudor:
Kneel.
[the prince lays the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward Tudor:
While England remains - and the crown continues - you and your heirs, forever, may sit in the presence of the majesty of England.
[he taps the sword on Miles' shoulder]
Prince Edward Tudor:
Arise, Sir Miles Hendon.
Prince Edward Tudor:
For pity sake, sit down.
Miles Hendon:
Thank you, your majesty.
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