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grinding more than corn for his living. That's a poacher, Sir Miles.

Not so new at the poaching game, either.

Do you know the punishment for poaching the king's deer twice?

I think you put my eyes out. Do something.

Leave him.

Who do you think you are? This man is a poacher. On my land.

I have no objection to this man hunting on my land.

He's a useful member of our community.

Who exactly are you?

I'm Sir Miles Faulkner, and I'm the guest of the Baron d 'Aguerre to whom

land belongs, and certainly not to some scruffy Saxon.

You and your people may have stolen every decent acre of my country and

your mighty castles on them, but I am still Sir Robert Hode. I am still the

of Huntingdon, and this land you are on still belongs to me.

Only as a vessel to your feudal overlord, and my host.

The Baron Daguerre.

But you're Sir Robert Howard, of course.

I hear you're Baron Daguerre's friend.

What was the phrase, sir? His little pet.

I order you to leave this man be.

And to get off my land.

Well, well.

Leave him be.

Yes, of course, we could do as you suggest.

But the poacher would still have his eyes to help him poach again, would he

And you, kind lady?

Is it your pleasure that the miller should lose his eyes?

My pleasures are my secret, Sir Robert.

I do not reveal them to just any knight who crosses my path.

Enough. There's a law.

My turn.

Let him go.

Why don't you and your men hunt down some little children that have been

sniffing the king's flowers?

You can pluck their noses off one by one.

And you, you can watch.

Much?

Walk away.

Very well.

I shall let him go.

Thank you, Sir Robert, for your lesson in Saxon justice.

On Monday morning at seven.

You will stand before Baron Daguerre and I'll make sure you taste our Norman

justice.

You haven't sold to this guest.

He will not treat you lightly.

Maybe you shouldn't have said anything.

Hold you?

My pet?

Baron de Gert's little pet.

What's so funny?

I thought at all you cared about what's the next wench and the next drink.

And you defied Miles for a half -dead sex and poacher.

I'd love to have seen his face. I think I spoiled his fun.

He was lusting to put the poor man's eyes out personally on the spot.

Norman Justice, he called it.

I have to warn you to be flogged.

can't do that.

I am an Earl.

Climb down from your high horse, Robert.

I'll try to avoid it.

Try?

Faulconer wants his entertainment.

You made him look a fool.

You will never have me flogged. Need I remind you that while your grandfather's

father was no more than a pirate, my great -grandfather was chancellor to our

king. Did I tell you that?

But that was in confidence, Robert.

You will never say that in public.

Never.

You'll throw.

I, too, have my pride.

Hello, Marianne.

Who's winning, Uncle?

Robert, of course.

Have you met?

I believe Sir Robert never loses.

So he tells me.

Uncle? She's my brother's daughter.

He died in Cyprus.

I've become her guardian.

Will she be living here?

She's here for a wedding.

Whose wedding?

Hers.

And Miles's.

Falkenay.

She's heir to a great fortune, Robert.

It becomes a dowry. If she marries Miles, he's offered to show his

Money, money, money.

Who are they practicing to kill, Rob?

Who do they see when they trust the lance, eh?

Me and you, Rob.

That's who.

You and me.

Well, on this occasion, it's more me than you.

Next time you feel righteous indignation, you do the heroic bit, eh?

have no trouble up the gare, no trouble at all.

Something interesting outside?

Go on, take a proper look.

But don't let him see you looking.

Sir Robert Howe, Earl of Huntingdon.

The charges?

Insulting a knight of the realm and obstructing the king's laws.

Ha!

Obstructing the king's laws.

Sir Robert, please.

Baron de Gaulle.

I ask the court's forgiveness for any offence I have brought to the throne or

Sir Miles Faulkner.

And I apologize with all sincerity and humility.

Very well.

The court is a witness to your humility and accepts your apology, as I'm sure

Sir Miles will.

You may rise, Sir Robert.

A moment, please.

If I may remind the First Baron of the Realm, Norman law calls for separate

justice for separate issues, Sir Roger.

There were two offenses.

As for Sir Robert's insulting me, certainly I'm a forgiving man. I have

forgiven. But eager as I'm to be done with this unfortunate incident, I'm

to point out the letter of the law which states separate justice for separate

issues.

This man attempted to stop agents of the king from carrying out their sworn

duty.

And what punishment does the law demand?

The punishment is a public beating.

To be flogged. I suggest at the castle gate at noon.

My lord, I am not to be treated like a common thief. You may be a Saxon Earl,

Hode, but the Saxons no longer rule England.

I demand the right of trial by combat.

I challenge Sir Myles Faulkner.

I'll kill him. Sir Myles? Robert Holt shall

be flogged.

But one lash only.

That's my judgment.

You treacherous.

Lying.

That's not nearly enough.

Five lashes and I shall have the honor. What would you know about honor? Twenty

lashes from the sergeant at all. Why not fifty? No, twenty.

Much worse than that.

I'm a fool.

The glorious Normans. The noble baron of the realm, whose great -grandfather was

no more than a pirate.

From cutthroat to judge in the blink of an eye.

Once they raped and pillaged. Now they collect taxes.

Norman taxes on Saxon land.

Norman taxes on Saxon grain.

Norman taxes on Saxon liberty.

Let us back...

To leech in the blink of a bloody Norman eye!

Release him!

Robert Howe, 4th Earl of Huntington.

With the powers of the king which are vested in me, it's decreed that you

forfeit to the throne your lands and title and all things in your possession.

As of this day, you are cast outside the...

Beyond the reach of its protection, any and all who would give you shelter or

comfort will be deemed treasonous.

Because you are of noble birth.

Let him move away.

Now, do as he says.

Move back.

Yes, the horses have gone home.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm starved.

Me too.

It's raining.

It's raining.

If only I hadn't encouraged you to stand up for the miller.

If only I hadn't have listened.

Bloody Normans.

How

are

you at walking backwards?

Well, I've never had to try yet.

Short out.

Short -arse, is it?

Careful, he doesn't like being called names.

And what do you do?

Ferret -face.

I just follow him around and bury all the people who've called him names.

Ferret -face seems to think you're a bit of a hard man, short -arse.

I'll choke you now.

Lying in the dark, the queen asks the king, why, darling husband, do you

have such a tiny little...

What makes you two take to the byways?

You're not beggars.

Let's just say we disagreed with our Norman masters.

Well, I hope you killed a few.

Yeah, we're outlawed.

On the run.

You hungry?

Cold, wet, nowhere to go?

The question is, are you trustworthy?

There are none more trustworthy in England, John Little.

Yeah, well, you better be.

Anyway, I like you.

Even him.

Now, don't forget, you're friends of mine from Pontefract.

And you're thieves.

Ross knows good.

Sam, Robin and Will.

Sam's a carpenter.

Might have tried to chisel him.

Tried to screw more taxes out of him. I wouldn't pay up if we screwed my sewing

arm right out of its socket.

You're welcome, whoever you are. Thank you. When it's ready, Will.

We're forced to live like bats in caves.

Munch!

New friends.

This is Robin Hood and Will Scarlett. If you say so.

Hello, Robin.

You've got a twinkle in your eye.

Better than the sharp end of a dagger, my friend.

You're most welcome, Robin.

And, uh, Will...

What was it?

Scarlet? Yes, Scarlet.

Jack and Charlie.

This man's Robin Hood, so it says.

Jack and Charlie, the Runnel boys.

Bad boys.

How did you come to be here, Charlie?

I fell in love with a Norman's daughter.

She with me and we ran away together.

He burned down my house while my mother and my father and my two brothers slept

in it.

She was caught and tortured.

And I took to the forests of England.

Just wandering.

I've settled down now.

Here in Sherwood.

Breakfast? Such a bad spot after all, eh?

Morning. Morning.

Look, you can stop drilling.

There's nothing for you.

Kitchen's closed.

One mil.

That's all you get here.

Rules is rules.

That's the truth.

You boys are moving out.

Unless you can do something we can't do.

What can you do?

Do?

I can shoot.

A bit.

Oh, it's fine, isn't it, Harry?

Charlie, we'll do a one.

Yeah!

Ready! You can shoot closer than Harry.

You can stay.

That little stick.

I can hardly see it.

Just aim for the nearest tree, Hanson.

He's right on it!

On your way, Hanson.

It's a miracle, Robin.

It's all in the middle finger.

In the middle finger, Harry.

So what's for breakfast?

A man's on his own here.

We share the caves, the water, and the fire. And nothing else.

We don't share loot unless you go out together.

Understand?

You two are such expert thieves, you can go out on your own.

Unless you'd like to come with me.

Where are you going?

Great North Road. See what's moving.

Fine, we'll come along.

You're first -timers, so don't expect a full share of the loot, Hansel.

I don't like that name.

Well, how about Sweetheart, then?

You don't like the name, I don't like you. Shut your mouth, Harry.

Hey!

You'll take me first. I want him!

You've offended my guest.

My honor, John.

Well, aren't I the popular one?

Right. Who's first?

Me. I am.

We'll have to toss a coin.

You got a coin, Will?

Certainly wrong.

Good.

Heads I win, tails John loses.

I'm watching you.

Seems like I win.

Any of you interested in more money than you've ever seen?

Then we should forget the North Road and try the Houghton Road.

Why the Houghton Road?

Because tomorrow is Sir Thomas Mansfield's hunt.

And Miles Falconet will ride over there this morning with a purse full of

silver.

And how does an honest thief come to know such things?

Because like many other thieves, I was invited.

Oh!

Oh! Sir Miles, what a... Lovely morning for a canter in the woods.

I didn't expect to see you here.

No, I'm afraid you did not.

And the beauteous Marion.

I certainly am not regretting our happy meeting.

But I'm afraid you soon will. Get him! Move!

What a pity.

I was just beginning to enjoy the chase. Is it over yet, Miles?

Throw down your sword.

This is one corner you cannot escape from.

I think it would save unnecessary bloodshed if you laid down your sword.

Do it. And get off your horses.

Shrunk to your true level, Hode.

Oh, indeed.

You're just another thieving saxon.

Tell me, Miles, how is your wound?

It'll heal, but some wounds never heal.

Tell that to Daguerre.

Tell my dear old friend.

Some wounds...

My future husband is sulking.

Oh, I don't know. He looks quite happy to me.

Good morning, Marion.

Well, I'll be off. My bow needs grommeting.

Grommeting, exactly.

Well, then.

How are the wedding plans?

In hand, thank you.

So. What are you going to do with me? Tie me up?

Could be a lashing. How many strokes?

As many as are necessary.

And then it's finished?

That depends.

Have you ever been lashed before?

I've never had someone make me beg them to stop.

Then you've never had a proper lashing.

You're free to go.

Or stay if you feel you have something to offer.

What could I offer the man who has everything?

Don't play with me.

You're so handsome when you're angry.

heroes next again.

Give me 50 of your men and I'll scour the forest till it's clean of this

50 enough for one fox?

I nearly had him today.

All on my own. He would have been begging for mercy, but the thugs were

around me.

Is that how it was?

I would have.

It was all I could do to... All you could do to find your sword.

My dearest.

My hero.

I won't send 50 men into the forest to be ambushed and killed.

But we will catch him.

It occurs to me that these outlaws are a threat to the peace of Barnsdale, to

the forests of Dunkester, Blythe and Sherwood.

We have to raise more taxes because of him.

That will make him really popular.

I will post a reward for information, a huge reward for his head on a plate.

They'll talk.

And if not, we'll hang a few.

Good.

Very good.

Nothing like an abbot on his arse to make one's day.

That's my lunch!

I say you've eaten all his brothers and sisters for breakfast. You need another

hen run for lunch.

How I earn a living. I eat chickens to produce the bones. I make the bones into

holy relics. Look.

Sir Peter's pinky.

Only three marks.

Our lady's big toes. Head marks and it's yours.

And with the money, I have to buy more chickens to make more bones. I hate

chickens.

Relax, holy man.

Good for the digestion.

Put me on my feet and I'll beat you fairly.

I'll not deny a man a fight.

Shall I bless you now?

Oh, when you're dead!

Nicely done. Thank you.

And now for your cash.

And make no bones about it. Cash?

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Since when do you friars carry no money?

You bloodsuckers are never short.

Not me, friend.

Albert's thrown me out just for killing his nephew.

That's why I'm out selling saints' fingers.

Anyone care for some vitus ankle bone the way he does?

you can swing a sword like that, you can join with us.

I have a price on my head, too.

What's that?

There's a reward out for Mr. Hood. They want your head in a noose. Mitre's

testing a rope right now on the charcoal burner's children to make the parents

walk.

Robin Hood will receive a handsome reward they may also see their children

old

Something will crack soon.

He knows it.

Then we'll have to be foxier still.

Right? Right.

Then we'll ride into Nottingham at the end of the month.

Nottingham!

Hear me.

I ride into Nottingham next Tuesday.

Now, who's with me?

Nottingham. You're mad!

Fine, Harry.

You're out.

Now, who's in?

I am!

That's the man we need.

Now, can you make boxes?

Can I make boxes?

Is Friar Tuck hungry?

Ouch! Not too tight. She's to be married, not tortured.

What's the difference?

Ah, the torturer himself.

All he's missing is a little black hood with slits for eyes.

My dear, you look stunning.

Everything going to be ready for the seventh?

Out of the question.

This hideous rag fits what it touches. Doesn't suit me.

Color makes me look like a witch.

It scratches.

In short, uncle, it won't do.

I think you look magnificent in it. You would?

That proves I'm right, Uncle. If Dancing Bear thinks it's lovely, it must be

terrible. He has no taste.

But I think you would look magnificent in anything.

There you are. No discrimination either.

Magnificent in anything.

Even better in nothing at all, I suppose.

He's a lecher. A crude, tasteless lecher.

Marianne, you can't go on with this.

Exactly.

You know what I mean.

Uncle, I will not wear this dress in public.

We'll have to start all over again.

But we would have to postpone the wedding.

How dreadful.

Peregrine, come again in the morning, please.

Perhaps we could talk.

Say what you have to say. Alone.

Here and now.

I'm not used to begging.

I don't have the skills.

No, you're used to getting your own way. But I am begging.

It would make me so happy.

Yes, your happiness comes first and last.

And I would conquer the world to make you happy.

Fight the Turk.

You battle with a thousand infidels.

To bring a smile to your eyes.

Conquer your own literary miles.

Fight. your own stupid greed and do battle with anybody as far away as

I don't want you.

Leave me alone, uncle.

Here you come.

Come on, bring the box. It's not full yet.

Right, who's next?

We've got the butcher, the dyer.

In here.

Let the demons lead him, Lord.

Sly the demons fill him with his blood.

Where me?

You've been burning sick for three weeks. There are demons in his blood.

Let me guess. You can't pay your taxes.

Don't arrest us, Sheriff.

Take me.

Do what you will.

Use my body if you wish.

It's not again.

Again? Again?

Yes, again, please.

Swan, swan's breast.

In Majeira.

Before dying and gone to heaven.

Speaking from experience, he wouldn't get in.

So, this is what keeps Baron Daguerre so kind and so cheerful.

I

don't like it,

Rob. It doesn't feel right.

Well, it isn't right.

This isn't just lutes. stolen from rich men. This is taxes.

Poor man's taxes.

It's broken the backs of farmers, torn the guts out of stonemasons, blinded

weavers.

It's their money.

I didn't think of it like that. Let's keep it to ourselves for now.

You are an idiot.

You made him a rich man.

Who'd think they'd steal the king's taxes?

No one would ever... Who'd think he'd steal the king's taxes?

Who'd think?

He'd feel the king's wenches.

So

that's

his game.

This Robin Hood couldn't care less about the money.

It's us he's after.

And thanks to you, Mitre, he's got it.

Who were these taxes raised for?

Prince John.

And even now he's making his royal progress through the land, collecting

cash.

And when Prince John's men get here, what have we got to give them?

Nothing.

And we can't raise another tax. They've got nothing left. We've let them dry. So

where does the king's money come from?

For my harvests, my silver

goblets, the clothes on my back.

And who's laughing at us? Robin Hood, outlaw.

What kind of fruit are you to be falling from a tree?

You look familiar.

What's your name, young man?

Martin. Martin Pride.

Pride, eh?

I like it.

You from these parts, Martin?

Been in jail?

What do you want with a bunch of outlaws, thieves, and murderers?

I can ride.

I can shoot.

What do you say? Shall we give them breakfast?

To earn your breakfast, you've got to split these.

Mount up.

Where are you going?

Never you mind.

Split logs.

You'll eat.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.

I apologize. If the steel is cold, it couldn't be helped.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned a whole lot, and I'm doing it again.

Today there will be a special collection for St.

Robin. There's no such thing. Robin, Father.

Tell them, as a symbol of his vow of poverty, the church renounces all gold

silver, and that includes the... emptying of pockets.

Announce it, unless you want to become more nun than rabbit.

Today, today,

in holy observance of Saint Robin, we remove all gold and silver from sight as

symbol of his vow of poverty, and we ask for a generous offering.

You realize this is a mortal sin, my child.

Genuine rally.

Ripon and York by nightfall. I have no time to wait while you stutter out

excuses.

His Majesty, Prince John.

His Majesty.

There is little hope of Richard returning. Prince John will be crowned

day, soon.

His Majesty requires you to render his tax, in total the sum of 50 ,000 marks,

to him in person on the 12th day of December.

no more the people are penniless they've come to hate us for these burdens taxes

are there to be hated by some spent by others you have a great castle a great

fortune barns full of grain cellars full of wine coffers full of silver

it's your choice

Lothwick, I want Robin Hood in this hall in chains.

Miter!

Double the reward for information.

No, travel it! Make it irresistible!

Lothwick, I want all your men out.

Every day scour the North Road, the Hucknall Road. Take dogs,

mesters, bloodhounds, deerhounds.

Find their hideout, burn them in their beds, and bring this Robin Hood in

front of my fury.

As for Marianne, is she...

Surely not.

I cannot believe.

I'll kill him.

Give me 50 men, I beg you.

No!

Sometimes you are so wet, one could shoot snipe off you.

Nicole, my only comfort.

Nicole, my inspiration.

Code is ours, you and I.

Going somewhere, Rob?

An assignation. You can't go alone. The patrols are everywhere.

An assignation? It might be a trap.

When I was gladly right in.

Look, we'll come in with you. You can't go alone.

Then I'll take Martin as my page.

Come on.

Jump up.

If we're not back by midnight, we'll be in a Nottingham jail.

Who was Robin Hood?

Before he was Robin Hood.

Nobody, really.

Must have been someone.

Everybody's someone.

Where's this?

Who are you meeting?

Not so many questions.

Wait.

Why is it a secret designation?

Hmm? Is it a woman?

Your mistress?

Well, since you're so curious, I'll tell you a story.

Once upon a time, there was a good -for -nothing, drunken young ne 'er -do

-well, a bit like me.

This lad was befriended by a great lord in a mighty castle.

And in that castle, he saw the most beautiful woman in the whole of England.

Really?

In the whole of England?

Mm -hmm.

In France, in Spain, in the whole world.

And he fell in love with her.

She was not only beautiful, she was proud and fiery, as prickly as a thorn,

yet soft as thistle down.

Am I boring you?

No. No, no.

Tell me more.

Well, the tragedy was she was promised to another mighty lord, a cruel, brutal,

ignorant man who couldn't make her happy.

Could he?

Never. Never ever.

So what happened?

Well, the young man, he was proud also. He could not control his temper. He

cursed his friend, the mighty lord, and he was outlawed and went off into the

greenwood. And the maiden did nothing, I suppose.

She was doomed to marry the cruel Lord.

But one day, the young man received a message from her.

Did he?

To ride out alone and meet her.

What are you saying?

So he did.

And here we are.

Robin!

Robin! No, no, no, it's a trap. Your story is beautiful. He's talking

Marion!

The river will have to swim for it.

Are you... What a time to ask for this awful question.

Now, go!

You need to tell me exactly who you are and why your hair is dyed black. I'm

just a lusty young youth with a swagger and an eye for the girl.

Don't play with me. You're so handsome when you're angry.

Do you like me like this?

Into the car.

Whoa!

Hey, you. Did you see two men cross this road?

I got eyes, haven't I, soldier?

Don't give me that taffy. Did you see anyone?

Taffy, is it?

Well, I did. Yes, I did see someone.

I saw the King of England riding by.

One more smart remark, and I'll... No one crossed over, right?

Dead right, Captain.

Spot on.

Back into the woods.

Spread out. They can't be far away.

You can come out now.

Show yourselves.

Cozy in there, isn't it?

I'm Emlyn, homemaker extraordinary.

And I don't like folks who call me Taffy.

Well, Emlyn, you've saved our lives.

This is Martin, my young squire.

And I'm... Don't tell me. Let me guess.

They're making songs about you and your merry men and the tricks you get up to.

Keeps us all going, Mr. Hood.

It's an honour to have you on board my humble cart.

The honor is ours.

What are these things we've been lying on? Oh, these are the makings of a

hundred bows for Baron Daguerre to try out.

Not ordinary bows, mind, but long bows, see?

They are enormous.

They're six foot long, and it's a mark of 200 foot.

And shoots round corners?

I've never met an Englishman who could resist a bad joke. No, listen.

Pierce his armor at 50 paces.

Norman soldiers, no bother at all.

Wham! Like a pigeon on a spit.

I meant to skew you, Mr. Rudd.

How much is the girl paying you for these?

Fifty marks, if I'm lucky.

Half the time these barons don't pay at all.

I'll give you a hundred, and all the food you can eat for as long as you

Back before nightfall?

Were you going to report me missing to Baron de Guerre? Stop taking the stupid

risk, Rob. They want you.

Meet Emmeline. He has the most extraordinary weapon. No, no. A bow, six

tall, can shoot through armour at fifty paces. Can it shoot round corners?

No, but it fries eggs, sacks and wit.

Tomorrow I'll give you a go at this.

Martin, take Emmeline for something to eat and water his voice.

Anything you say, Robin. Come on.

They've tripled the reward for you, Rob. Let's talk of bounty hunters moving

into Nottingham.

Aye, 300 marks, Rob.

That's more than a poor man's wildest dreams.

Some of them are desperate.

They're starving.

Who's to blame them for selling out a bunch of cutthroats?

Indeed, it is one way, Rob, to win them onto our side.

What have you decided?

And the price on Robin's head is 300 marks.

And us even, 100.

I'd sell you for 50. You'd sell your mother for a cooked bat.

Some of us have come to a decision.

The taxes we took in Nottingham are Saxon taxes.

And I say we should raise our own taxes. A tax on every abbot, knight, rich

merchant, landowner and baron in Barnsdale and Nottingham.

And give that to the poor people.

What do you say?

Give it away.

All of it.

You must be crazy.

No, he's not crazy, Harry.

The money belongs to them, not to us. If we don't, we could lose everything.

Someone's bound to talk. Why not?

Now, don't get this wrong. We still keep some of it.

A collector's fee, you could call it. Let's say half.

Say it all, then.

Well, I say you're all crazy.

Why don't we give them the lot and the food as well?

Anyone want to join Harry?

You can ride with him and keep every penny.

Speak now.

Here's to it.

Good. Fill these purses. Will, you and the Ronalds take Wenfridge and Snave.

Much, little, for South and Nottingham.

Marion?

You and I will go away.

A thousand miles for every village, and make sure they know who it's from.

From Robin Hood, is it?

I don't know who you are, young lad.

And where you've been not to see who's been at work here.

This is the hand of the Norman soldier here, my lad.

What did he do wrong?

They said he knew this Robin Hood.

He didn't.

But if he did, he wouldn't have told them anything.

So they killed him.

My husband.

And then they took every piece of food, every animal, every valuable thing in

this house.

Even my granddaughter.

Twelve years old. What would you do to men like that?

I'd kill them.

Taken back from them.

By Robin Hood.

Why?

Because they occupy our land.

Because we're Saxons. I had no idea.

By the same logic, I should kill you. Did you give them the money?

Yes. Too late.

I don't know what to say.

But I feel guilty.

What good will that do?

We should be one undivided equal.

Charity Strictly

Just to show you what fools you English are.

Right through it, Emily.

Do you think I'm a foolish king or a weakling?

Do you think I can allow one baron to lose my tax while all the others pay, or

should they pay more to make up the loss?

No, sire.

is you who are foolish and weak.

It's no good pining for my brother Richard. He won't be back.

And it's no good trying to be nice to your peasants.

They'll just rob you.

Yes, your majesty.

It was not the king who let outlaws rob churches, cut throats, and steal purses

on the Great North Road.

It was not the king who allowed outlaws to steal his taxes.

No, it is not.

Nor do I permit this Robin Hood to ride free over my domains, turning into the

people's champion and threatening to topple the whole feudal order without

England would revert to the anarchy of former days.

The people are singing ballads.

I see a new Saxon leader emerging to threaten my throne.

He merely wants Norman and Saxon to have respect for each other and live in

peace. Mm -hmm.

So... You and he...

basically... agree?

He was your friend?

No, Your Majesty.

Where is your niece?

I wish I knew, Your Majesty.

They say... with him.

I don't know, Your Majesty.

We're going to help you, Baron Daguerre.

Forty of my finest soldiers will stay with you. I shall put them under the

command of Sir Miles Falconer.

Your Majesty.

At last.

At last.

You may count on me.

You will turn over every blade of grass in Barnsdale, Sherwood and Nottingham.

until this man and his cutthroats are brought to the gallows and disemboweled

while they still breathe.

I will not have my throne threatened.

I will not have Saxon mock Norman.

And I will have my money.

Don't worry.

Harry's up to no good.

That'll help a dozen horses. Search the woods.

You there.

Oh, no.

No peddlers today.

Off you go.

Ah, no peddler.

Tell Sir Roger I've brought a wedding present for Sir Miles.

Tell him.

I brought the bride.

Let him through.

You have changed.

Miss Marianne, are you all right?

I've never been better.

Look at you.

Look what she's done to herself.

Nothing to what I'm going to do to you.

The hair was not a great improvement.

Don't scrub out.

Clean her up.

You can scrub me. You can dip me in perfume.

It's too late, Miles.

What you want has been given to another man with the greatest of pleasures.

Go! Sir, if I've been of some service, perhaps a small token,

a reward.

You've found her where?

The Sherwood Forest, sir.

Well, I recognise her straight off. So then you're not one of Hode's men?

Oh, no, sir, no, not me, sir, no. He's not a man to be trusted, sir, from...

From what I hear, you are a liar.

Take him down.

Find out everything he knows.

The hideout, the weapons, number.

Make him shake any way you please. No, no, no. Step on the earth. I'm only

getting number you want now. So tell me everything about what you've done.

Everything you've done. Please.

Sure it was her.

Let me marry some more. That's the word.

I've got to get into the castle. It can't be, Don. The royal guard are

everywhere.

They're dangerous men.

But forgive me. I must go back.

Thank you.

You're a good friend.

This wedding cannot take place.

There are ways into that castle. Emlyn could drive his cart in.

Robin, you cannot put us all in danger to stop a wedding.

It may be all fool's day tomorrow, but there's no need for us to carry on as if

we're... You're a genius.

They expect us to wait here for them like frightened rabbits.

Harry has probably told them exactly what they need to know.

Let us not do what they expect. Let us take the battle to them right into their

mighty fortress.

Good, but how?

As much says, tomorrow is all fool's day when the fool's parade cannot be

refused admission even to the greatest castle.

So we'll have a parade.

Friar Tuck will be the Lord of Miss Rule.

Riding on Emlyn's cart, everybody will join in.

Mummers, giants, jesters, a whole profession of fools.

Sir Miles, my lady is not decent.

Your lady is not decent.

But I'll have her all the same. Does she understand?

She will be wed tomorrow. She will stand beside me, and when the question comes,

she will answer, I will. You are a foolish, brutal man, Miles.

Your desire disgusts me.

I will not marry you, tomorrow or any day.

I have willingly given myself to another man.

And you will marry me tomorrow.

And your other man will surely die.

She's your charge.

Make sure she's there in the morning, properly dressed and

willing.

Reaches of appetite.

What men don't seem to understand.

Does it offend you?

No.

But we must move.

The great wedding day.

I go to bed a richer man.

If... She'll be there.

My brother raised a proud girl.

No wonder Robert loves her.

bride England's ever seen

I

am the most pitiful bride England's ever seen

You rabble don't get in here today.

Off you go.

On our fool's day, neither rich man nor poor on the geysers may close his door.

All laughter and joy will be his nevermore.

So open up in the name of folly. Bring us some wine and fill our belly.

We'll have some fun with jest and song. We'll make you laugh.

And we're right or wrong.

Let them in.

We come here today in the sight of Almighty God to join these two together

in holy matrimony.

Sir Reginald de Gare of Westlake, do you swear before almighty God to take this

man, Miles Fulcine, Knight of Derby, as your lawful wedded husband, to have

and to hold, to cleave two in the flesh, to love, honour and obey, for

richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health?

You say I do.

Marry him.

I will not marry him.

Not before God or anyone else.

Whether she says yes or no, it doesn't matter. In the sight of God, all things

are made plain, my son, and it seems quite plain she doesn't want you.

Abbott, your opinion was not asked for, nor for that matter was your version of

God's opinion.

Pronounce us man and wife now, or you'll be consulting God direct.

in the world in spite of the English. A nation of serfs led by thieves,

plunderers, and autocrats. Is that really what you want?

My country too. Then drop your sword.

of this shire, do here in your sight pay homage to those whose claim to this

land is older and more sacred than mine.

To Sir Robert Hode and to all of you.

Stand up, Roger.

We all live on this island.

We do.

And to point the way to the future.

Let us have a wedding between Saxon and Norman, between Robert and Marianne.

Provided, of course, she agrees.

I will not marry to symbolize a peace or to ratify a treaty.

But this man I will take because he makes the May tree

blossom and the bees buzz in my breast.

I will take this man.

because he brings springtime to my heart.

crane and jigging it up and down with your hands.