But you are dressed as one… The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence that I, Arthur, was to carry Excalibur. That is why I am your king. Oh, ow!
Ah, now we see the violence inherent in the system! Now, look here, my good man. We shall say 'Ni' again to you, if you do not appease us.