The Tale of Sir Robin

So, each of the knights went their sep­a­rate ways. Sir Robin rode north, through the dark for­est of Ew­ing, ac­com­pa­nied by his fa­vorite min­strels.

Min­strel (song):

Brave­ly bold Sir Robin
Brought forth from Camelot.
He was not afraid to die,
Oh, brave Sir Robin!
He was not at all afraid to be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.

He was not in the least bit scared to be mashed in­to a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out, and his el­bows bro­ken!
To have his kneecaps split, and his body burned away
And his limbs all hacked and man­gled, brave Sir Robin.

His head smashed in and his heart cut out,
And his liv­er re­moved and his bowls un­plugged,
And his nos­trils raked and his bot­tom burnt off,
And his peni⁠—​

Robin. That’s . . . That’s, uh . . . That’s enough mu­sic for now, lads. It looks like there’s get­ting work afoot.

Three head­ed knight.halt!!!

Voice‐​over.yes!! It was the dread­ed Three Head­ed Knight, the fiercest crea­ture for yards around! For sec­ond . . . af­ter sec­ond . . . Robin held his own, but the on­slaught proved too much for the brave knight. Scarce­ly was his ar­mor damp, when Robin sud­den­ly, dra­mat­i­cal­ly, changed his tac­tics!

Brave Sir Robin ran away.No!
Brave­ly ran away away . . .I didn’t!
When Dan­ger reared its ug­ly head, 
He brave­ly turned his tail and fledNo!!
Yes brave Sir Robin turned aboutI didn’t!
And gal­lant­ly chick­ened out.. 
Brave­ly brave­ly brave­ly brave­lyI nev­er did!
Brave­ly brave­ly brave­ly brave­lyAll lies!
Brave­ly brave­ly brave Sir Robin!I nev­er!

Voice‐​over. Mean­while, King Arthur and Be­de­vere, not more than a swal­low’s flight away, had dis­cov­ered some­thing.

(con­tin­ued in Ni Python)