Arthur is accompanying his brother to a tournament to decide the next king. Oversleeping, he forgets the most important thing- the sword!
Sleeping? Damn your eyes, you're useless! Wait, where's my sword?
Oh no! I've forgotten it!
I'm sorry, I was sleeping.
Arthur is fetching the sword when he sees a sword in a stone in a courtyard. He decides that Kay's personal sword isn't worth the walk. He pulls it out like knife from butter and carries on back to Kay.
It looks exactly the same. It's not like he would notice!
Kay grabs the sword and begins to set off, but not before his father stops him. The rightful king is one who pulls the sword out of the stone. This sword looks all too familiar. Suddenly, all his father's misconceptions about Kay change. Could he be the one?
Kay! Where did you get that sword...not... the stone?
Arthur's father brings Kay to the courtyard, reinserting ''the sword into the stone before asking Kay to pull it out. Faltering slightly, Kay pulls it. A sweat breaks out on his forehead, but the sword doesn't budge Arthur's father isn't happy.
Kay! I knew you were lying. I'm fed up with you! Get out of my sight!
Arthur's father beckoned for him to try. His eyes spelt it out simply- come on Arthur, you can do this. Arthur grabs the sword and pulls it out, the sunlight glancing off the smooth surface. Silence coats the crowed courtyard like a blanket. Even the wind pauses to pay its respects to England's new found king.
Breaking free of their silence, the crowd applauded, although some were skeptical. Arthur was the new king of England!