The Horned King: Soon the Black Cauldron will be mine. Its evil power will course through my veins, and I shall make आप Cauldron Born. Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Then आप will worship me! Me. Oh, my soldiers. How long I have thirsted to be a god among mortal men.

The Horned King: I presume, my boy, आप are the keeper of this oracular pig.

[as the army of the dead collapses]
The Horned King: This had better not be your fault!
[grabs Creeper द्वारा the neck]
Creeper: Perhaps it just needs another body, Sire.
The Horned King: Yes. *Yours*!

[as he activates the Black Cauldron]
The Horned King: Now I call on my Army of the Dead; the Cauldron-born! Arise, my messengers of death! Our time has arrived!

[approaching Taran with fury]
The Horned King: You've interfered for the last time!
Creeper: Ha ha! Go for his throat, sire!
The Horned King: [shouting] NOW, PIG KEEPER, आप SHALL DIE!

Creeper: I did it, sire! I captured the boy.
The Horned King: But आप let the pig get away, didn't you?
Creeper: I-It wasn't my fault.
[Horned King strangles Creeper]
The Horned King: Throw the boy in the dungeon!

The Horned King: आप bring news of the pig?
Creeper: N-n-not exactly, sire. It's the pig keeper. He-he-he's... escaped.
[the Horned King summons Creeper forward]
Creeper: Oh, no! Allow me, sire.
[Strangles himself]
Creeper: Isn't that enough, sire?

The Horned King: My, what a brave, handsome group. A pig keeper, a scullery maid, and a broken-down minstrel. Perhaps it would interest आप to see what fate has in store for you.

The Horned King: [as he is being sucked into the Black Cauldron] No! You'll not have me! My power cannot die! Curse you!