Arthur: [Arthur is dying] Perceval, take Excalibur. Find a pool of calm water. Throw the sword into it.
Perceval: No!
Arthur: Obey me, Perceval. Do it, and return.
Arthur: [Perceval returns after not throwing the sword in] When you cast it in, what did you see?
Perceval: I saw nothing but the wind on the water. My King, I couldn't do it! Excalibur cannot be lost! Other men...
Arthur: DO... as I command! One day, a King will come, and the Sword will rise... again.