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Previously on "Robin Hood."

-Aronne died.
-I am so sorry for your loss.

Pursuing an outlaw.

We only know that
they're thieves and murderers

and have robbed from the crown.

The reward, Sheriff.

Half from me, now.

I thought Warick
and Leicester were loyal.

Is there reason to believe
that's changed?

Hundreds of men
to catch an outlaw?

Don't you find that
a bit suspicious?

These woods will soon be
crawling with soldiers.

-We're not going together.
-Split up?

I can't have your deaths
on my conscience.

You must leave Nottingham.

-Let go of me!
-Burn the fields!

- They've been taken.
- To be hung.

-Did you rob the Bishop?
-Yes! I did!

-We must save them.
-They'll be blessed

before they're hung.

May God have mercy
on their souls.

Godda, see this.

Yah! Yah!

-I want to go with you!
-Well, come on, then!

Would that be Robin Hood?

The Earl Marshal is here?

The Queen's eyes
were here as well.

My daughter's blood
is on that arrow.

Godchild to the king.

Nearly struck down
by an outlaw.

That such a thing happened...

I will never forgive it.

Our town attacked.

Nine of my men dead.

Three prisoners freed.

And for weeks,
Robin Hood eludes us

in a forest
that seems to shield him

like a conspirator.

At least we know
he is Saxon.

Are you certain
he's a Saxon, sire?

Sherwood harbors thieves
of every kind.

The prisoners
he freed were Saxon.

No Norman would risk
his neck for them.

Hood's allegiance is clear.

For years, I have sought
to balance peace

between our peoples.

Yet peace is fragile.

Its survival now rests
on your actions.

You'll find Robin Hood
and bring him to me,

alive or dead.

My Lord,
Hood is not among us.

No Saxon village would
defy you in this way.

What happened here will
have already reached

King Henry's ears.

A mere whisper of rebellion
may put him on a galley.

If he sails for England,

your villages will burn,
your people will bleed,

and you will soon wish
for a man as reasonable as I.

Bring me Robin Hood.

Or share his fate.

You think they heard me?

They heard you,
the question is

whether they'll have
sense enough to act.

Henry is not
a merciful man,

but is he really
the monster you claim?

You never saw him in battle?

My calling was
to bless the battles.

-Not fight them.
-And I pray

you need never
bless another.

Especially not here.

You are a vision.

Father.

One would hardly believe
you recently cheated death.

If a snake wants to kill,

it needs venom,
not just fangs.

You have the strength
for tonight?

It will take far more
than an outlaw's arrow

to keep me
from this evening's affair.

Hm.

Earl Marshal, I wondered

when you'd make an appearance.

Are we close yet?

You will arrive before
nightfall, Your Majesty.

So, tell me about
this godforsaken outpost.

It's an intriguing place.

Alive with ambition
and conflict.

But the Barons?

A nest
of scheming vipers, as always.

Sheriff holds them in check,

but like
all your husband's family,

he is preoccupied
with his own agendas.

Do you believe
this Robin Hood

intended to kill the Sheriff?

I believe so, and a
prodigious shot, to be sure.

He loosed his arrow
from a hundred paces

perched atop a burning building.

Sounds like a figure
out of a troubadour's romance.

I'd hardly believe it
had I not witnessed it myself.

It's curious, isn't it?

That a band of outlaw
managed to escape

-the Sheriff's grasp.
-Are you suggesting

that he's being supported?

But who would stand to profit
from such an alliance?

Anyone who profits from chaos.

A considerable list, then.

With the Barons atop it.

And if there's any disloyalty,

I'll uncover it,
root and branch.

What does he look like?

I only caught a glimpse.

Not displeasing to the eye,

if one were
of that persuasion.

And what persuasion is that?

An attraction to bandits.

And roguish types.

Isn't that
what all people love?

A dashing outlaw
willing to risk his life

for a greater cause?

My dear husband.

Wouldn't that just
get under your skin.

I'd like to meet him.

See for myself
what kind of man he is.

The man I saw
deserves to hang.

What he deserves doesn't matter.

It's what he fights for
that matters.

To stay alive
and free of the noose.

You really wish to meet
this man, Your Majesty?

Well, I'm not crossing
half of England

just to enjoy
the roast, am I?

She's coming, Father.

I'll be there.

You go.

Philip.

Your Majesty.

Welcome to Nottingham.

Miss Huntingdon.

Your father is in Nottingham
with Master Aleppo.

I know.

-Is Bernard with him?
-Yes, Miss.

Just me here.

Are you all right?

I am.
Now go inside.

I must meet someone.

And Aveline...

I was never here.

I understand, Miss.

Rob.

It's been so long

since I've seen this place.

I feel the same.

I didn't think you would come.

That you'd even receive
my message.

How did you reach Egbert?

Through Will.

He passed the note
to your uncle.

You've changed.

Mm. Much has happened.

And Lefors.
Is it true?

I defended myself.
They were drunk.

They would've killed me
if I hadn't acted.

I believe you.

I know about Aronne.

I'm sorry, Marian.

Under my father's shadow,
no one is safe,

not even his sons.

I should have never left.

I feel somehow
all of this is my burden.

Hey... look at me.

You didn't leave,
you escaped.

We can still run.

No.

I'm indebted to the Queen,
and you're a hunted man.

What kind of life
would that be?

Besides...

there may be a better way.

The Queen is not here

just to meet
the Sheriff and Barons.

Her true aim is an audience
with the outlaw Robin Hood.

Wait-- and what's this
have to do with me?

You are a Saxon
raised by a forester.

Sherwood can hide
nothing from you.

If you can reach him
and arrange this meeting,

I believe Eleanor might
offer you clemency.

-Marian...
-I know what you're

going to say.
How you don't see

how this changes
anything for us.

But do you know
what I see, Rob?

A man who can save himself
if he chooses.

Choose this for me.

Can you find Robin Hood?

Yes.

Then do so quickly.

The meeting will be
at Oxley Meadows,

on the edge of Sherwood.

The Queen will guarantee
his safety.

I'm staying at the tavern.

When the meeting is set,

have someone bring word
to me there.

I love you, Marian.

I love you more.

I remember
when this castle was

little more
than a pile of stones.

Impressive for a man
who began as a humble knight.

Riding alongside
my cousin, the King.

Yes, indeed.

What you see here is

a testament
to the King's vision

for Nottingham
as the jewel of the midlands.

And to the royal purse,
no doubt.

Well, the crown has
always rewarded

those who serve it
faithfully, Your Majesty.

Certainly.

And swiftly punished
those who do not.

The Queen arrives
with little fanfare.

And we're only informed
at the last moment.

It's not usual.

Certainly not
the Eleanor I remember.

She prefers to announce herself
with trumpets and banners.

What are you two
wittering on about up here

like a pair of old crows
squabbling in a tree?

We're debating agendas
of our sovereign.

What brought her halfway
across England.

With Robin Hood stirring chaos,
perhaps she's come to see

what fires need extinguishing
and which ones to stoke.

What concern
would Eleanor have

with a rogue like Hood?

He's a gnat
not worthy of her notice.

And yet here she is,
on the heels of his escapades.

Whatever her reasons,

the Queen's presence always
swells her coffers.

Leicester, forever
the clink of coin in your ear.

What say you, Madeline?

Why is she here?

I say the Queen never makes
a move without purpose.

The real question isn't
why she's in Nottingham,

but what does she want from us?

This is a banquet for royalty,
not an alehouse.

-Mind yourself.
-When a man is in mourning,

he drinks.

And when a man is
in the presence of the Queen,

he knows when to stop.

Eleanor's presence
is a distraction.

We should be hunting
that bastard Locksley.

He should be in the ground,
not my son.

There will be time enough
to deal with these criminals.

But tonight, show decorum.

That's your request?

Decorum?

That is my order.

Nottingham?

Where have you been?

What happened to your dress?

Fix your hair.

The Queen requested
your presence earlier.

-I wasn't able to find you.
-I was on an errand.

For the Queen.

What errand?

One she entrusted to me
and not to you.

I misjudged you.
You have the temperament

of a much prettier girl.

Marian.

I'm afraid
I'll be stealing her away,

with your blessing.

Or without.

Who was that sour-faced shrew?

I haven't seen claws like that
outside the barnyard.

-Too dull a tale for tonight.
-Well...

weave her into your story
of life in court.

Tell me everything,
in particular

if it involves
your moral failings.

I'm afraid
you'll be disappointed.

I'm a glorified bedmaker.

Bedmaking?

Surely there was at least
some bed-messing.

A handsome clerk
you found reason to sample.

Or perhaps he sampled you.

You are incorrigible.

Two minutes in your company,
and I'm already in need

-of absolution.
-I'm only trying to save you

from death by piety,
it's for your own good.

If anything,
Westminster has shown me

what I don't wish
to become.

Oh, Marian.
You are teetering

on the edge
of eternal prudishness.

Keep this up, and you'll bore
everyone to death

around you with tales
of your virginal,

untouched existence.

How is my patient faring?

Healing far too well,
I'm afraid.

If I hope to stay in your care,
I may require another injury.

Perhaps one less
life-threatening but...

no less thrilling.

Marian.

You know one another.

Only in passing.
From the palace.

Yes, sadly hardly enough
to claim acquaintance.

That's unfortunate. I found
the Earl Marshal's presence

to be most restorative.

And I hope
you will continue to do so.

My Lady.

You and the Earl Marshal?

Not yet... but soon.

I'll have you know,
I've heard the Earl Marshal

can be a bit aggressive.

Excellent.
Just the way I like them.

I'm trying.
You're the one

who's gonna drop it.

Enough your barkin'!

-Come on, boys.
-Knees bent, back straight.

Sorry, boys, that actually
lives over there.

I'm joking, obviously.

Bloody Norman.

Do you ever stop working?

Won't chop itself.

-What is it?
-I... I made you something.

The other one is worn,

I... I noticed.

I hope it fits.

Let's find out.

It's perfect.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

And my brothers'.

No one has cared enough
to risk themself for me.

Us, I mean.

You would've done
the same for me.

Yes.
I would have.

I'd do anything
for you, Rob.

Seems many have
lived here before us.

Aedric one of them.

Aedric?

A Saxon warrior.

You see,
when the Normans came,

he didn't kneel like the nobles,

he... retreated into the forest
and struck back.

This cave was...
was holy ground,

long before Aedric, though.

But he made it his camp.

Became a fortress.

No Norman has set foot here.

Until you.

It's a trust
I won't betray.

Strange times, hm?

Strange bedfellows.

Indeed.

How long will we stay?

After what we've done?

None of us can go back
to where we came.

This is our home now.

To the King.

-King's health.
-The King's health.

-The King.
-To the King.

Our building work
at the Abbey continues.

With each passing day,
the new addition to the parish

grows closer to completion.

A humble place,
as is our fashion.

Humble, indeed.

I must say,
humility suits you

as well as that gold
around your neck.

A symbol of devotion,
Your Majesty.

A reminder
of the sacrifices I make

to serve
both God and Crown.

Sacrifices.

Of course.

And yet the coffers
of the Abbey seem to only rise.

Tell me, Bishop,

what is the price
of salvation these days?

No matter.
Nottingham faces

a more insidious threat.

Robin Hood...

It seems this outlaw doesn't
merely steal from the Crown,

he strikes
at the very foundation

of Norman authority,
and now we have word

that he seeks alliances
with Welsh warlords.

This is no longer
simple defiance.

It is the seed of rebellion,

and if left unchecked,
it will grow.

Your Majesty, I trade
regularly with the Welsh,

and I've heard nothing
of such connection.

Just as you heard nothing
of Hood's intention

to attack Nottingham.
Until he did.

Baron Leicester trades in goods,
not the prattle of maidens.

Your Majesty,
the intrusion into Nottingham

was regrettable, yes,

but these criminals

remain what they are--
common outlaws.

And yet they have eluded
your men for months.

I find myself wondering how.

As do I.
Same with that boy Locksley.

And do you have a theory?

Not yet, Your Highness.

But perhaps we should be
asking the man responsible

for Nottingham's safety.

Surely he has answers.

Hood should be
of no concern to the crown.

This is a local matter.

Does this rogue truly warrant
such attention, Your Majesty?

One would think that,
with the crown's resources,

this problem could
disappear overnight.

Unless, of course,
there's something to be gained

in letting the man exist.

Baroness,
you have something here.

Nottingham is not
just a castle and a city.

It is the keystone of the
crown's rule of Middle England.

If it falls into chaos,

the whole realm is at risk.

I'm merely here
to determine

what is necessary
to protect it.

Saxon criminals come and go.

Robin Hood is nothing more.

Robin Hood
just another Saxon thief?

You can't even catch
a boy in the woods.

I don't see it
that way, Sheriff.

I see a town
where Saxon criminals thrive

under your leniency.

You will forgive
Earl Huntingdon.

Once again, he speaks of matters
far above his station.

What I understand
is that there can be

no harmony with animals.

Like the Saracens,
the Saxons understand

only the language of violence,

and, if that is
their tongue,

then we must
speak it loudly.

Speak it, yes,
but not recklessly,

not foolishly.

That path can
only lead to chaos...

and the death
of innocent Normans.

You of all people should
understand that, Huntingdon.

You offended him, Sheriff?

Indeed, but I will not allow
the base instincts

of men such as him

to corrupt
the pursuit of the law.

Your Highness,
may I speak freely?

I'd expect nothing less.

Rebellions.

Clans from Wales

aligning themselves
with a thief

as if he were
a lord or a noble.

Now, these sound
like tales of fancy.

-Do they?
-They do.

But you seem invested
in treating them as fact.

My only aim is
to uncover the truth.

And what truth is that,
Your Highness?

The truth of all this trouble,
which I believe to be this.

Robin Hood would not have
achieved so much without help.

And those best positioned
to offer such aid...

are seated at this table.

Your Majesty,
I assure you...

everyone here is loyal
to the Crown of England.

Then let's see that loyalty
put to parchment.

If you will.

This is a writ of aid,

detailing
the threat of rebellion

posed by Robin Hood

and the necessary actions
to protect

the Crown's interests
in Nottingham.

Each of you will pledge
your loyalty by signature.

This writ will be delivered
to King Henry,

informing him that his presence
and his troops are required.

And now... I bid everyone
a pleasant evening.

Tomorrow, before the Queen,

each of you will be
expected to sign,

as the Earl Marshal
of Pembroke has.

What are your impressions?

The Barons are opportunists,
not conspirators.

Guilty of many sins but not
treachery toward the Crown.

You're certain?

If Hood had protectors,
they were not seated

-at our table tonight.
-And the Sheriff?

The Sheriff is clever,
strong, and quite bent

on keeping Henry away from this,
which isn't helpful to us.

He's really protecting himself.
He has much to lose.

Well, and that makes him
vulnerable.

No matter.

Tomorrow,
the writ will be signed,

and Nottingham
becomes the crisis

that demands
the King's presence.

John's quite impressed by you.

He says you fight
like a true Saxon.

Mm-hmm.

Everyone has a past here,
even the monk.

The forest doesn't judge.

Neither do I.

Yes?

Your Majesty,
Marian of Huntingdon.

Send her in.

Celene, you may leave.

Did you succeed in your task?

Well, Your Majesty.

-There will be a meeting.
-I believe so.

At the very least, Robin Hood
will hear your request.

I am waiting for word,

but the meeting will be
at Oxley Meadows

on the edge of Sherwood,
as you instructed.

You've grown clever, Marian.

You surprise even me,
no easy feat.

Your Majesty...

one more thing.

The man who will arrange this,
Robert of Locksley...

he is also...

wanted.

He was forced to defend himself
from the Sheriff's men,

and the captain of the guard
died as a result.

And?

For his help,

I...

request...

that you grant him clemency.

A bold request
for a chambermaid.

Isn't what you wanted
more than a chambermaid,

Your Majesty?

You love this man.

I do.

That wasn't a question.

Do you trust him?

That was a question.

With my life.

If he puts me
beside Robin Hood...

he shall have his clemency.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

You may leave.

The Queen's writ serves
none of our interests.

It binds us
to unproven claims

and commits us
to a course of action

that cannot be undone.

And what would you have us do,
Sheriff? Revolt?

-Delay.
-Delay?

Yes.

I will deal
with Hood quickly,

and this crisis will pass.

The Sheriff speaks wisely.

It's a signature,
what does it matter?

It's more than ink
on parchment.

It is a declaration
of weakness.

We cloud our minds
with needless debate.

The Queen has spoken,
and our duty is clear.

Then you follow a rebel queen
to your demise.

We are bound by oath
to the sovereign.

-Fealty is our duty.
-To the King!

-Not to Eleanor!
-Indeed, Baroness,

have you forgotten that
she defied Henry once before?

What makes you certain
this isn't another scheme?

And the cost of not signing?

What if this scoundrel has
in fact allied with the Welsh?

What then?

"Beware propaganda,

for it may bite
the tongue that bore it."

-Marcus Aurelius?
-King Henry.

You have avoided
the question, Sheriff.

What if Eleanor is right,
and we fail to act?

She has positioned your
anxieties perfectly, Madeline.

Caught between herself
and the King.

Defy one, and you fear
the wrath of the other.

It's manipulation.

Her Majesty,
Queen Eleanor of England.

This proclamation bears
my signature

and that of the Earl Marshal.

By adding your names,

you are affirming
your loyalty to the Crown

and your commitment
to ending this lawlessness.

I stand with the Crown.

I as well.

Sheriff?

I cannot sign.

This writ presumes truths
not yet proven.

I won't swear loyalty
to what I believe is misguided,

to what I know will bring
only destruction.

Refusal from you, Sheriff,
carries weight.

Are you certain the burden
is one you wish to bear?

Your Majesty,
I cannot lend my name

to a cause I do not trust.

Your loyalty is noted,

and it will not be forgotten.

The Crown stands stronger
because of it.

And when King Henry learns
of your fealty,

he will know
who his true allies are.

Ssh.

Rob! What are you doing?

I'm bringing word,
like I promised.

You were supposed
to send someone else.

Have you lost all sense?

Listen to me.

The Queen confirmed clemency.

If you deliver the meeting
with Robin Hood,

she'll pardon you.

On the Queen's word?

A Norman word?

Mine. My word.

Do this, Rob,

and you will be free.

-And you?
-I'll still serve the Queen.

Nothing can change that,

for now.

But I'll know you're alive.

That's enough.
It will have to be for now.

I won't leave without you.

You will do this for me...

if you love me.

Do you love me?

More than you can know.

Can you find him?

I already have.

And he'll meet Eleanor?

Tomorrow night.

Oxley Meadows, as you said.

Don't leave yet.

Will you ever be free
of Eleanor's service?

I don't know.

Then let's just run.

That would only make you
a fugitive again.

Myself as well.

If we are ever to have
a chance to be together,

it has to start
with you being free.

Free of this place,
these dangers.

Free of the past.

After the Queen
and Robin Hood meet,

you must leave Nottingham.

It's the only way
you will be safe.

Before you journey
for Westminster,

I want to see you again.

When the clemency is signed,
I'll bring it to you.

The old rocks.

Friday night.

The old rocks.

I'll be there.

Promise me you'll go.

When you have it,
promise me you won't look back.

You haven't signed
the Queen's writ.

Signing it would betray my duty.

I don't understand.

Why?

If Henry comes to see this
as a threat

to his crown...

his response will be

the one that he knows best.

War.

Everything you know
of the world,

its...

its laws and rules and...

the way you dress
and act and speak...

your hopes and dreams.

The kind words
of a stranger on the street.

The laughter of a child.

That is peace.

War.

War tears the veil away.

It makes our nature
plain and base

and returns the world
to its oldest form,

strength or death.

Ash... blood.

Once war comes...

cannot be controlled.

It devours all.

It will be
as your dreams warned.

To protect you from it...

I will stand against anyone.

Even the Queen.

Forgive the intrusion, sire.

He claims he has information
about Robin Hood.

Forester's arrow,
same as the one

that nearly
killed your daughter.

See here, the way
the feathers have been cut.

Only one man ever did that.

Said it made
the arrow fly truer.

What man?

Hugh of Locksley.

And he'd've taught his son
to do the same.

Are you saying
that Robert of Locksley

is Robin Hood?

Off again?

My uncle sent word.
I'm going to meet him.

-Alone?
-Numbers attract attention.

And lone riders
attract danger.

More Saxons come every day.

And it's not because of me
or Tuck or anyone else.

Didn't they?

They came because of you.

Because of
what you've done.

What I've done isn't much.

It is to them!

It's enough to make them
believe in something

better than they have.

A fight worth fighting,
and that...

is no longer just
something to hide behind.

It means more.

Not to me.

My quarrel
is with the Sheriff.

After I have my revenge,
I will move on.

Move on? Since when?

You could wear this.

Any of you can.

I'm no man's leader.

You can tell
yourself that, Rob.

But the truth of it
is that you are...

a man others will follow.

Whether you want them to or not.

You truly the forest will
give him up so easily?

We can only hope.

Halt there.

It's all right.

Let him through.

A troubadour's
romance, indeed.

Robin Hood, I presume.

So I'm called.

You're called many things.

I'm told you're my enemy.

My quarrel
is not with you.

At least, not tonight.

Well, you certainly didn't learn
your manners in the forest.

So, if not with me,
with whom is your fight?

I did not bring
these troubles to pass.

-It was the Sheriff.
-Ah, well,

no matter.

Now we're both
in the middle of it.

Shall we talk?

Away from prying ears?

Without guard... Queen?

The most dangerous creature
of this forest

is standing
right before us.

I don't think
he means me any harm.

Do you?

No, Your Majesty.

See, Marshal?

Quite harmless.

The forest suits you.

It's untamed.

It's home.

And yet you want to change
the world beyond it.

Not the world, Your Majesty.

Just Sherwood.

It's a noble sentiment.

But what has nobility ever
really changed?

Queen...

why did you ask to meet?

I have a problem.

Of all the sons
I've born King Henry...

Richard...

is now in line
to inherit the crown

and the most
naturally suited for it.

Alas, for that to happen,

the throne in France
must be vacant.

But Henry is
very happy in France

with his wine and his women.

And dislodging
a happy man is...

not an easy task.

But what it is
you want of me?

I want you to escalate
your rebellion.

Burn what can be burned.

Take what can be taken.

And make sure
my husband can't ignore it.

You ask for much.

And yet you are
already doing it.

I'm merely giving you
a purpose.

Purpose? Being a pawn
in a Norman game?

Oh, everyone's
a pawn sometimes.

Even the queen.

The trick...

is to know
when to play the piece

and when to break the board.

Bringing the king to England
doesn't vacate the throne.

Unless, of course,
he never leaves.

There are limits
to what we can accomplish.

And we are not an army.

But that band of yours,

you pierced
Nottingham's defenses

with but a handful of people.

Why?

Because you're forced
to think differently.

That is an advantage
against people

who are set in their ways.

You're asking me
to work with you.

I think it's obvious.

What do I gain
from this alliance?

Well, Robin Hood,

what do you want?

Every man desires something.

Marian of Huntingdon.

Marian?

What of Marian?

Release her
from your service...

-when this is over.
-And why,

pray tell,
does an outlaw care

about a Norman
lady-in-waiting?

Oh.

I see.

It's not just care, is it?

It's love.

I know well
the name of the man

who resides
in Marian's heart.

Robert of Locksley.

What a tale.

A Saxon and a Norman.

Bound by love.

Divided by lies
and bloodlines.

A tragedy waiting to happen.

Tragedies don't have to end
the way they're written.

Perhaps not.

But rewriting them demands

a price
few are willing to pay.

Are you willing
to pay that price?

Yes.

Very well.

You shall have
your clemency,

and Marian shall have
her freedom...

when you've accomplished
the task I've given you.

But will she want it

when she learns
who you really are?

Will she still want you?

Good night,
Robert of Locksley,

Prince of Thieves.

No pain?

No.

Good.

Now let me see the wound.

How does a soldier
become a healer?

I learned by traveling far
into the East.

There are many secrets there.

Knowledge of healing.

Science.

Even desire.

Desire.

Oh yes.

In some cultures,
desire is an ancient art form.

Something to be studied.

Indulged.

Will you teach me
this desire?

Ahh, Sheriff.

You've come to sign at last.

I am not here
to ratify your writ.

I am here to see it undone.

Bold words.

I assume
you have reason for them.

I have uncovered
the true identity

of the outlaw Robin Hood.

Go on.

A reckless local boy
who murdered my captain

in cold blood.

He's no revolutionary.

He's a fugitive
hiding behind a myth.

And soon he will be
caught and killed.

-I'm delighted to hear it.
-Are you?

I feared it might
undermine your interests.

And what do you know
of my interests?

Enough to see that you would
risk war in Nottingham

to further them.

-You defy me?
-If I must.

To serve the Crown.

You serve my husband,
who has not long to live,

and when he dies...

who will you serve, then?

The Crown, Your Majesty.

As always.

Robin Hood will die.

I give you my word.

And I give you mine,
your failure will not be met

with more debate.

It will be met
with your head.

As always, Sheriff,

your company leaves
a lasting impression.

Good eve to you.

Your Majesty.

Daughter.

You ignore me in the castle.

Pass me without
so much as a word.

I am in the Queen's service.

Hers is the only leave
I need ask.

You've not been home.

Home?

You made sure long ago
that place was no home to me.

You may serve the Queen...

but you're still my daughter.

And the sister of a boy
whose grave

you haven't had
the decency to visit.

Not once--
it's shameful!

Shame lies with you, Father.

What kind of man drags
his untested son

into a hunt for outlaws?

My fault.

You lay his death
at my feet?

Who was it that brought
that Saxon cur

into our lives? You!

A forester's son.

Beneath your station,
beneath your blood.

What does Rob have
to do with it?

You don't know, do you?

Locksley was there

when your brother was killed.

It's because of him...

that your brother's dead.

You lie.

You're trying to hurt me.

You know
I'm not lying.

It's true.

You've...

embarrassed me.

Brought ruin
to our family.

I should've been
harder on you.

None of this would've happened
if only I'd treated you

like the disobedient
little bitch that you are.