"It is the academic conclusion that beyond

reasonable doubt, the individual exhumed at Greyfriars in September

Two thousand and twelve is indeed Richard the third, the last

Plantagenet King of England

They dug in that spot, and the leg bones were revealed

Yes

I was overcome with emotion

Yes

I was overcome with emotion

I was overcome with emotion

Everyone else was looking at old bones

I was looking at the real man

And I was seeing the man

Everyone else was looking at old bones

I was looking at the real man

Now a young man has come to protect us from violence

The Saint is a roofbeam over the three counties

Over lands, of Elidir's lineage

All his factions are flowers for us

Sir Rhys himself is a rose

He is a man, too, in war

He was a fearless young man

There was a battle, like that of Peredur

The Ravens of Urien prepared it

King Henry won the day through the strength of our master

He killed Englishmen, capable hand

He killed the boar

He chopped off his head Sir Rhys like the stars of a shield with the spear in their midst on a great steed.

I have loved the dubbed knight of Carmarthen

The hawk of the fortress of gold and wine is loved by all.

When you're writing a screenplay, you walk a thousand miles in their shoes every day

I wasn't interested in Richard's death but in his life

I thought: I should go to Leicester

The first time I stood in that car park

The strangest feeling just washed over me

I thought: I am standing on Richard's grave

Richard wanted to be found

We know that he was working through the pain barrier every day just to do his job

That tells me about his character

I think the time is right

I think the time is right

I think the time is right

With our science, with our knowledge, with the time of the Paralympics

I think he was saying: Now you can under stand me. I'm ready

I'm ready I'm ready to be reburied, and I'm ready to be found"