sire.
my spy network has heard no such news.
many of the thieves will resist. my regular enforcers will be inadequate.
it won't be easy, sire.
is everybody out?
well, you give him some trouble. move!
the thieves' forest is emptied. thirty men guard the castle gate.
the gate has but one key, and i carry that.
your majesties.
stand your ground, men. stand your ground.
stand your ground.
keeping the brutes in position, or trying to, shouting orders, instructions and as yet the brutes hold. now --
as suddenly the brutes just scream and take off in wild panic --
stay where you are. i said stay where you are!
pressed against the main gate. westley, inigo, and fezzik close in.
i have no gate key.
oh, you mean this gate key.