The Legend of Prince Valiant1991

Prince Valiant:
Merlin knows many things, Arn, but he cannot know my heart. From the moment I dove from the ship, I never doubted I would return alive.

Arn:
How could you be certain, Valiant?

Prince Valiant:
Because, my friend, my destiny remains unfulfilled. The vision of Camelot I had those months ago still demands to be made real. I aim someday to sit at the Round Table. It feels as if, from the beginning it has been preordained. Almost as if... as if some unseen hand were guiding me on my quest. When Cynan took our castle and forced my family to flee, was it chance that brought us to that foul swamp that was to become our home? Or was it something more? Was I led there by fate's hand to witness this extraordinary vision of my future? There was only one may to know. There was only one way: to follow my dream, and discover where it would lead. And on that journey, whenever I doubted my quest, visions of Camelot would always reappear before me, urging me on, showing me the way like a beacon of light. And later, was it mere chance that brought me to the lair of the Viking Tor... so that he might entrust me with his message of peace to King Arthur? I knew then that it was true, that what I had seen was much more than a dream. And I was sustained until that glorious moment, when I finally set eyes on Camelot itself. And all that has happened to me since that day, all whom I have met, all that has been given to me by destiny's hand, all that I have accomplished, has led me here. Back to... back to... Thule. I'm going back to Thule.