“There is no other way. I will end this.” “You will let nothing stop you,” she begs. “Not even the fires of Hell,” he attests. Although not typically seen this way, the medieval English armies heinously advance upon the innocent, a tribal people whose lot of life at the level of a mere and basic survival. The Kelte-founded armies at first find it hard to war against the knights. However, the knights here, whose values seem long since emptied, burn and ravage Vikings. A classic film about a classic story, Lancelot, her new friend beckons the lady to use his perfume soap to wash away all of her sins. He both teases and then flirts with her. But still, as his lady, he knows his boundaries regarding her. His valor, and her gently lady grace, her king who only moans, grumbles and complains that a male army prepares for battle in half the time the preparations of Princess Guinnivere. Still, he welcomes her to Camelot. “Welcome to Camelot, my dear Guinnivere.” They are wed during a ceremony of great and yet simple preparation: but the mistake of Guinnivere forced to marry a king she does not love, & her deep love for Knight Lancelot plays havoc on her heart & soul. A young wife who has the luxury to erupt an occasional argument with her own husband, as the king leaves for battle, he leaves her in the care of the Knight Lancelot to bring her as ordered by the words of her own king, enjoyment, pleasure and great recreation. “Gentleman to the hunt,” chides the king. Back at the palace, Guinnivere advises Sir Lancelot of her freedom to seek him out. “I will feel free to seek you out.” Some Stratford-Upon-Avon theatre astounded perhaps by the American style of English stories. Indeed, “Why must all writings be in Latin or Greek,” she inquires of Sir Lancelot, who by now instructs her on the basics of the composition of composing love letters to her king. “I love you,” Lancelot tells her, and writing thus in the sand of his great instruction. “I love you,” advises the innocent, at that time, Lancelot. “Oh Lancelot,” breathes the Lady Guinnivere. “You have said the words at last.” A soft, dramatic romance, the love between Guinnivere and her knight breathes a deep crescendo to a place of great emotional drama. Encouraged to leave her and go far away, her knight debates whether to continue his entree’ to her secret chambers. Is there a medicine for the pain in my heart, asks her king after a sip consumption of the sleep potion her chalise offers up to him. Although she ascents to that proof of her love for her king, she also opens up her secret chamber doors for her knight to come in. “Oh, I love you. Do you know how much I love you?” The mastery of an adulterous affair seems so empty though, so futile, a love which says it is real, but appears based on the spiritual astute of flesh alone. The knight promises his love for her forever, and departs. But as such things often do happen, the knights and court of the king approach Sir Lancelot whose attempted escape from her chambers and on down by a now bitter staircase wrought a death sentence for the lover. The wood built up stockade high, whose heat burns and inflames even the dear feet of dear Guinnivere. “Lancelot was hard pressed,” testifies another close adviser of the king. “It seems that love and hate is so close a kin,” the king says as other subjects of the kingdom gather and come as guests to watch her suffer. The wizard tells the king he advised Arthur against marriage to her. “It is too late for the change of heart,” he adds. Costumes, scenery and acting ability and a lot of representational realism soared high. Interesting enough, Cornel Wilde & Jean Wallace (the real wife of Cornel) both played side-by-side during the filming of the 1963 British film. The purpose of the factual classic theater literature which the story based on, King Arthur finds out that his most favored knight has an ongoing romance which lavished upon his own dear wife. The real life husband who plays her king also directed the film. “God, what have I done? What can I do?” Asks the king of his Guinnivere as he considers her pain. Just at that moment, comes the love of her life, and he cradles her and saves her from all that ruin, that and the disapproved gaze of her enemies who watch her rescue astonished. “And now I know that the light which the church speaks of is real,” bespeaks Guinnivere just before the chime of the vespice bell. “And I must find strength just as you have. And I will pray, I know not what else to do,” replied her knight. We must not only fight the battle, we must end the war.