Look, see a world
that holds more wonders
than any since the Earth was born.
And of all who reigned o'er,
none had renown
like the boy who pulled sword from stone.
But this is not that king,
nor is this his song.
Let me tell you instead a new tale,
I'll lay it down as I've heard it told.
Its letters sent, its history pressed,
of an adventure brave and bold.
Forever set in heart, in stone,
like all great myths of old.
Christ is born.
Christ is born, indeed.
Where are you going?
To church!
Why?
My boots.
Hello, Agnes.
Where are my boots?
You a knight yet?
What?
You a knight yet?
Not yet.
Better hurry up.
I've got time.
I've got lots of time.
Hey!
Essel.
Hey, slow down.
Hurry up!
Essel.
Let's just stay here, come on.
Let's stay here.
Get up.
I'm not ready yet.
I'm not ready.
Merry Christmas, Gryngelot.