I'd just like to say...I'm sorry about this one. I don't know what happened.
It was dusk when they came to the bridge.
"We wish to pass."
"Not until you answer these questions three."
Arthur raised his eyebrow.
"What," the man began ominously. "Is your name?"
The king's eyes narrowed. "Arthur Pendragon."
"What… is your quest?"
"To find the Holy Grail."
"What… is the air-speed velocity of an unladen sparrow?"
Arthur's mouth opened and closed. He tilted his head. Contemplatively, he turned to his head advisor.
"Well," Merlin responded. "African or European?"
The man's eyes widened. "I… I don't know."
Merlin shrugged as they watched the man launched into the sky. Then they crossed.
