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[Medieval music]

- [Cedric] Have we good horses for eggburgh and elintham?

- [Oswald] Aye, they won't look like much, mind.

- I don't care what they look like.

If they have hearts as strong as saxons

they may look like old lug himself.

Now wake lord athelstane.

I'll stir gurth from his pit.

- Yes, my lord.

- Gurth!

Gurth!

Demons, indeed.

He's gone.

He's broken his bonds and I shall hang him for this!

- Trust me, sire.

Your brother is not yet in england.

Your forest keeper is mistaken.

Oh, he may be a king, my lord,

but even he cannot work miracles.

- No?

He has the love and loyalty of every soul in the land.

[Sighing]

- If he were infallible there would have been no

cause for us to invite you to govern in his absence.

Would there?

- When we were but children, fitzurse,

Richard had a hound for his own

and I a young peregrine that I'd found wounded.

Night after night I sat with the bird till its wing mended.

It slept on my wrist.

Then one night, Richard's hound took

the bird from its roost; Destroyed it.

When I complained to my father

Richard showed him how the hound could roll over,

stand on its hind legs, turn somersaults.

My father laughed and told me to find a new falcon.

- Sire, I fear it's dangerous

to allow childish resentments...

[yelling and crashing]

- Do the minstrels sing of John toiling

to rebuild this country stone by stone?

Do they?

- No.

Do they strum their harps to the glory of John

who fights to keep the barons in order

so they may all live in peace?

Do they, do they?

- [Fitzurse] No.

- Of whom do the minstrels sing?

- Of Richard.

- Of Richard!

Yes, of Richard.

Who bankrupts them to conduct his

slaughter a thousand miles away.

You tell me he cannot work miracles?

- Acre was the key to the whole of Palestine.

It had been under siege for two years before we got there.

All the chivalry in christendom camped outside its gates.

- Some holy crusade.

But did you take the city?

- The templar knights rode through the streets cheering,

their armor glinting in the sun.

Their leader crying, 'for god and christendom'.

On the point of his Lance was the head

of a girl he'd raped, no more than 12, 13.

Oh yes, we took the city.

- [Malvoisin] Tourneys such as these

must seem poor sport, De bracy, after Palestine.

- It is sport nonetheless, monsignor.

- We're not here to play games.

We're here to crush the saxons to pulp.

- I think we demonstrate Norman

superiority without barbarity.

- Your thinking has quenched the fire

in your belly, my lord De bracy.

- And perhaps I shall not burn so fiercely

in hell, my lord front De boeuf.

- Bois-guilbert!

- [Bois-guilbert] Perceptor malvoisin.

- How good to see you. - My lords.

- De vipont.

Now, we are assembled.

The cry that led the crusaders into battle

sounds just as well across an English field.

Deus vult, my sons.

God wills it.

- Days and nights we went.

Richard calling himself Hugh the merchant,

bois-guilbert and I his attendants.

We'd almost reached Vienna when we were taken

by spies and brought before archduke Leopold.

- [Gurth] Everyone says...

- [Ivanhoe] Says what?

- [Gurth] That's when you betrayed the king.

- I betrayed no one, gurth.

- [Gurth] Who did?

- Bois-guilbert knows the truth, he was there.

Only he can restore the good name of ivanhoe.

- And how did you escape?

- They left me for dead.

Made my way into France where I heard tell of bois-guilbert.

I followed him to england.

[Metal clanging]

- [Gurth] They say he's prince John's finest champion.

- He was king Richard's.

How does it feel to be a free man?

- [Oswald] So, where's your friend gone to, then?

- [Wamba] How should I know?

- You, you always know more than you let on, you.

It's a good living, swineherd.

Why did he want to go and be a free man?

- All I know is gurth's always valued

his master more than his own freedom.

[Oswald laughs]

Nothing's ever as lost as you think.

All is yet to play for.

Should be an interesting day, then.

Eh, my lady?

- Are you going to be as bad as last time?

[Laughs] That'll do.

[Men chattering]

- I take no interest in prince John's childish antics.

Let his witless, arrogant knights

break their heads if they want to.

My interest is the same as John's; Money.

- Not every knight is witless or arrogant.

- Rebecca!

Rebecca!

[Drums beating]

[Crowd chattering]

- [Isaac] Business with the prince.

You stay here.

I will be as quick as I can.

- Please.

- [Fitzurse] Ah, the Hebrew.

- [Prince John] Please, sit.

- What are you doing here, you?

- [Little John] Leave him alone!

- [Ruffian] Take your hands off me!

- [Rebecca] We have business with the prince.

- [Little John] Get away, fattie!

[Yelling]

[Thudding and grunting]

- Isaac of York, who is it that cares for your safety?

Who is it that protects you and your

daughter from persecution and abuse?

- [Isaac] Why, you sire.

- And no other?

- No other, sire.

- I hear otherwise.

I hear that you and your brethren,

amongst other things, have used money destined

for me to pay my brother Richard's ransom.

- No, sire! - No?

- No.

- No?

A laudable venture, Isaac.

But it is one that I, not you, must command.

Your loyalty is to me and no other.

I believed I was your friend, Isaac.

And deserving of your love, your undivided love.

- Can you doubt me, sire?

- Easily.

- Look, I have letters of credit here.

All the money you need for your tourney.

- Ah, we thank you for it.

And never doubt his grace's anxiety

about his brother's safety.

- [Wamba] There it is, m'lady, we're here!

[Crowd chattering]

- There are hundreds of spectators out there, sire.

- Yes, I know!

Wine!

- Sire?

Sire, you have offered them spectacle

and they're here to revel in it.

Richard may offer them songs of glory, but nothing more.

You give them charm and a little blood,

they'll be yours forever.

- Except that I am not a king.

- Kingship is a performance, my lord.

- I imagine it is.

- He is a king who behaves like one.

- And he is chancellor who constantly admonishes his king.

- He is a chancellor who serves his king for the best.

[Crowd cheering]

- My lords!

Accept all challengers.

Obey the laws of chivalry and of god.

Be stalwart in defeat and courteous in victory.

[Clapping]

[Stately music]

- My lord!

- The tide has turned, my lords.

The blood of Alfred the great flows through his veins.

Show these normans his spirit beats in your hearts.

You ride with them.

- I've never ridden with a Lance in my life.

But tomorrow in the melee, I promise you,

my lords, I can swing an ax or broadsword

as well as any man in england!

- Well said.

Courage, my lords!

Our time has come.

- But whom shall we choose as the queen of love and beauty?

Your daughter, fitzurse?

- I thank you,

but I rather think the Saxon lady

Rowena would be a more popular choice.

- I would rather the jewess Rebecca

or the demon Lilith herself.

[Men chuckling]

- So now the Saxon takes a Lance and he challenges a Norman.

[Crowd cheering]

- A challenge?

- To sir Reginald front De boeuf.

- [Front De boeuf] No, give me one without a coronel!

That's it!

- Didn't the Saxon choose a courtesy joust?

- Obviously not.

- That's lord Cedric of rotherwood.

[Drums beating]

- No, let the champion choose whomsoever he pleases.

[Dramatic music]

[Men cheering]

- That's handsome.

- [Isacc] Hey!

- Don't fret, we only Rob christians.

- [Man] Come on!

[Dramatic music]

[Clapping]

[Crowd booing and cheering]

[Dramatic music]

[Dramatic music]

[Thudding]

[Clapping]

[Crowd chattering]

- [Isaac] Quickly!

[Dramatic music]

- Bloody hell!

- They're getting slaughtered down there.

Eggburgh's dead.

Barnby's arm's near torn off.

The normans are out for blood.

- Then they shall have it.

- Perhaps he met with an accident on the road.

- Accident, no.

He's fled with my goods.

Damned Saxon!

- [Little John] You'd better mind your tongue.

[Galloping]

- We may rule out sir Reginald

front De boeuf as champion, I think.

- Sir Maurice De bracy met his

opponents with grace and courtesy.

- But bois-guilbert met his with such pleasing finality.

- Would a templar champion please you, monsignor?

Well then, if there are no others...

[Crowd cheering]

[Dramatic music]

On whose behalf do you challenge, sir knight?

- [Ivanhoe] On behalf of every loyal englishman.

- Choose your opponent.

- Father, is it him?

- [Isaac] Look at his armor.

- [Little John] Is it who?

- No one.

[Crowd cheering]

- [Front De boeuf] The Saxon's challenged all of us.

- Leave a little for me.

[Crowd cheering]

[Dramatic music]

- Quiet man, he can feel your fear.

[Crowd cheering]

[Dramatic music]

- Go on, tip him on his French arse!

[Dramatic music]

[Thudding]

[Crowd cheering]

[Front De boeuf yelling]

[Drums beating]

[Crowd yelling]

[Dramatic music]

[Crashing]

[Thudding]

[Crowd cheering]

- He did it!

[Crowd cheering]

- By what title are you known, englishman?

- [Ivanhoe] Desdichado.

- Then, sir desdichado, as champion of the lists,

you have the honor to choose a lady

to reign as queen of love and beauty.

- Was there ever any doubt?

- You've dismissed our Norman champions.

Perhaps you'll be more generous with our Norman ladies.

[Crowd cheering]

Desdichado?

- Disinherited, my lord.

- Well done.

- May I hope for such a look from you

when I triumph in the melee?

[Crowd cheering]

♪ And it's oh, to the plow ♪

♪ where the sweet oxen graze low ♪

♪ and each lad takes his lass ♪

♪ all upon the green grass ♪

- For a minute there, I could have sworn

that was your betrothal crown.

[Wolf howling]

- We seek sir desdichado.

- [Gurth] What for?

- The horses and armor forfeit to him, sir,

from his victories.

- I have no need of either horse or arms.

- Then we are to offer gold.

From sir Ralph De vipont, sir Maurice De bracy

and sir Reginald front De boeuf.

And from my own master, sir Brian De bois-guilbert.

- No.

I want nothing from Brian De bois-guilbert.

- But...

- [gurth] You heard.

- Sire.

- So what're you going to do with all this?

- Send you to pay my debts.

- For my part, sire, I take it as a compliment

that the saxons have made such efforts to match us.

It shows they have a proper respect for our power.

- My advice...

- will be taken when it is required, thank you.

[Whispering]

- God's blood!

- I understand that you templar knights

obey no laws but your own, but you would do well

to remember that you sit at my table

and not in the dirt of Palestine.

- Do not presume to question whose laws I obey, prince John!

They are given by god and his holiness the pope!

- But my guards stand outside the door.

- The Saxon has returned both my horse

and my gold offered in honorable forfeit!

He intends to have me dead.

- I had you down as my chief of arms.

Are you afraid of him?

- I stand square with any man on earth

and I will prove my worth to you when I destroy him!

[Laughing and chatting]

[Crowd cheering]

[Pensive music]

- I've only just arrived.

How went the joust today?

- All was forfeit to one man.

He calls himself desdichado.

- Take care.

[Knocking]

- Come in.

My father will be pleased to see you.

You see?

- [Gurth] Master wilfred...

- [Isaac] Have you brought my horse and armor?

- No, sir, master wilfred...

- is he well?

He looked to have taken some injury.

- Nothing that a hot poultice won't solve.

Master wilfred said he is deeply grateful

for your assistance in his hour of not having any other,

and to please take the value of

the horse and armor out of that.

- Ah, the world would be a happy place if

all christians were as honest as your master.

This repays me well.

- And the world would be a happy place

if all Jews were as trusting as you, father.

I believe our cousin Nathan has misled you

as to the true value of the horse.

Return this to your master with our thanks.

And will you take some refreshment before you leave?

- No, lady, best get back.

- Then give lord ivanhoe my wishes,

for as much glory tomorrow as he won today.

His fight with bois-guilbert made my heart stop.

- Huh?

- And take this for your own kindness.

Travel safely, gurth.

- Do my best, lady.

Good night.

- You would have taken interest from lord ivanhoe?

- But not as, obviously, as you take interest in him.

[Wolves howling]

[Ominous music]

[Gasps]

[Man laughs]

- [Locksley] What's your business so late in the woods?

- None but my own.

- [Locksley] What's Isaac of York paying you for?

- Eh?

- You visit prince John's banker at dead of night,

leave his house with gold.

- Give that back!

- Give me a reason to.

[Grunting]

- If you don't I'll break every head here!

[Thudding]

[Little John laughs]

- You can try me.

Are you ready?

[Grunting]

[Laughs]

[Thudding]

[Grunting]

[Thudding]

- Isaac of York lent my master horse

and armor to ride against the normans today.

That gold is what's left from paying him back.

Now, if you want to argue with me about that, so be it,

because I can go on like this all night.

- I'm sure you can.

[Gold jingling]

Desdichado.

Any man who'll stand against our

Norman masters, I call him friend.

Tell me his real name.

- [Gurth] If you'll tell me yours.

- Robin of Locksley.

- My name is gurth,

and my master is sir wilfred of ivanhoe.

- See him safe home.

- For all their arms, the normans

have hearts no greater than yours.

Our Saxon champion leads you with our

Saxon prince athelstane by his side.

Keep courage,

keep heart!

- [Isaac] There was no need to risk

ourselves again, he has repaid the loan.

- And it might cost him his life.

- For a wise woman, you can behave very foolishly.

- Got it! - Yes!

[Laughs]

- [Locksley] Keep an eye on John's banker.

- [Little John] Aye.

- I do not want one Saxon man left on the field.

Do you understand?

I want them utterly, completely crushed.

- Sire.

- And,

do not fail me.

- There is only so much he can do, sire.

The melee is but a mock battle.

- Not anymore.

[Drums beating]

Any man unhorsed may only be fought by another on foot.

Honor the laws of chivalry, my lords,

and pay homage to the queen of love and beauty.

[Crowd cheering]

And the devil take the hindmost.

[Men yelling]

[Swords clanging]

[Screaming]

- Father!

- Daggers!

That's not right.

[Dramatic music]

[Yelling]

[Thudding]

- Athelstane!

- This is dismal sport, my lord.

Call a halt!

- No.

- Why doesn't prince John stop them?

- Father, look!

[Screaming]

[Galloping]

[Dramatic music]

[Men yelling]

[Crowd cheering]

- [Richard] We faced worse odds at acre, sir wilfred.

[Horse neighing]

- My lord?

- Once more you are our champion, sir desdichado.

Take the laurels from your queen.

[Crowd cheering]

- Please come a little closer, sir.

Please, sir.

[Voices echoing] Ivanhoe, I can't bear

to be parted from you in death.

Infamy is the stock in trade of every...

King of england, too valuable a prize.

Faced worse odds at acre, sir wilfred.

- He is badly wounded.

They will never let him live!

- [Oswald] Gurth?

Forget him.

- [Norman soldier] We're taking him.

- [Saxon] No, it's all right, we'll take him.

[Somber music]

[Striking]

- My lord.

- I think we may count the tournament

a notable success, sire.

- For sir wilfred of ivanhoe and the black knight.

Not for me, not for me.

[Somber orchestral music]