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(soft wind blowing)

(wind whistling softly)

(wind roaring harshly)

(sighs softly)

(heavy gasping)

(harsh wind howling)

(bird squawking)

(footsteps shuffling)

(gravel crunching)

(heavy breathing)

(wind blowing harshly)

(peasant gasping)

(fire crackling)

- Do you have any food?

I'm very hungry.

(flesh sizzles)
(flame roaring)

- [Hermit] Let down your hair.

You do not pass for a boy.

Let down your hair.

- I am not afraid.

Travellers spoke in these
hills of the hero Robin Hood.

He protects the meek.

- No one protects the meek.

And he were no hero.

- He observed thrice a day
and gave silver to the poor,

and he had the love of Lady
Marian is that not a hero?

- Lady Marian were taken
from an old shepherd's tale

by a storyteller
unfortunately drunker than I.

- [peasant] She were the
great love of Robin Hood.

- Mm-hmm.

There is no great love
for one such as him.

I've known those
who met this man.

Would you like to know a secret?

- I would.

- He never prayed
once in his life.

These tales spread across
the land are lies upon lies.

(light dramatic music)

He were a murderous brigand

who perhaps cut the
throat of a sheriff

and a long line of others.

People saw a meaning
where there was none.

He was not a hero.

He robbed and killed for
the joy of it, nothing more.

(peasant gasping)

(dramatic music continues)

- Those he met did they say he
felt remorse for his crimes?

- I suspect he felt tired.

I would say if you met
this villain Robin Hood,

you should make haste away

and keep whatever life
you have left here.

(dramatic music continues)

(cloak rustling)
(Hermit shuffling)

(soft gentle music)

- "And hope to
one day be counted

"to attain to the sight
of Thy blessedness.

"Through Jesus Christ
our Lord. Amen."

(peasant gasping)

(dramatic music)

(foreboding music)

(foreboding music intensifies)

(blade clinking)

(peasant groaning)

(peasant choking)

- Who is your kin?

- William Wainwright

of Pickering. (gasps)

- Pickering.

Father?

Grandfather?

(peasant gagging)

You should've bathed

or waited for the
wind to change.

And kept you weight
on your back foot?

That's all.

You did well.

(knife clings)
(knife thudding)

(slow dramatic music)

(knife clings)
(blood dripping)

(soft wind blowing)

(sombre emotional music)

(emotional music continues)

(wind whistling softly)

(dramatic cinematic music)

- [Woman] They sing lies,

these foolish common folk,

lies of his heroism
and goodness.

But blood debts are old,

and generations of
his victims hunt him,

for in truth,

none were more wicked and wanton

than the murderous
bandit Robin Hood

and his Little John.

(heavy gasping)

- [Robin] Speak to Thomas.

- He were hanged in the south.

- [Robin] Will?

- They gutted him.

(soft wind blowing)

I've no one else to ask.

- What happened?

(sighs deeply)

- My name is Edward.

- [Robin] Who is Edward?

- Met him on the
road 10 summers ago.

His brother died,

and he were going
to grow rye and peas

on his brother's land.

No one knew Edward's
face, so I killed him.

Now I am Edward, and
Margaret's a good wife.

It's a good farm.

- And what happened?

- The family owned
the land found me out.

Took my farm.

Took my Margaret.

Tried to take my life.

(crow squawking)

I cannot take back
alone what is mine.

- It's not yours.

- [Edward] It's my family.

- I'm tired, John.

- Edward.

- I'm tired, Edward.

- Will be a mighty battle,

one for the stories.

- They're strong?

- Ay, they come
from an old family.

They say from Viking blood.

There's a story that once their
Elderfather fought a bear.

It will be a mighty
battle, Robin.

(dramatic music)

- How many are there?

- [Edward] Four. Five.

Together we can best them.

- We'll likely die.

("The Twa Corbies")
(soft solemn music)

♪ As I was a-walking all alone ♪

♪ I heard two crows
a-making a moan ♪

♪ One said to the
other did say-o ♪

♪ Where shall we go
and dine today, oh ♪

♪ Where shall we
go and dine today ♪

♪ And behind that
auld turf wall ♪

♪ I since there lies
a new slain knight ♪

♪ And nobody knows that
he lies there, oh ♪

♪ But his hawk, and his
hound, and his lady fair, oh ♪

♪ His hawk, and his
hound, and his lady fair ♪

(solemn music)

♪ Many a-one for
him shall moan ♪

♪ None shall know
where he has gone ♪

♪ O'er his white bones
when they are bare, oh ♪

♪ The wind shall
blow forevermore ♪

♪ The wind shall
blow forevermore ♪

- Robin.

Robin!

Bread?

(Edward laughs)

This is a good adventure.

A good adventure.

(flames crackling)

(wind blowing softly)

You remember when
we met the potter?

Did we leave him naked,

or did we kill him?

Well, I tried to tell the story,

and someone said
we left him naked.

And I couldn't remember.

You always told it well, Robin.

- Why would we leave him naked?

- I don't know.

It were a jest.

- We never met a potter.

- What do you mean
we never met him?

- [Robin] I mean,
that never happened.

It's just a story
you heard somewhere.

But if we did meet a
potter, we killed him.

- I'd remember if
it were a story.

- Yeah, here.

Tell me about your wife.

- Margaret.

She's a good woman.

She's a very good woman.

She's pious.

She teaches me prayerfulness.

- Paint a portrait.

- "Paint a portrait?"

(chuckles) Paint a portrait.

(gentle music)

She has hair that's red.

- [Robin] Red like?

- Red like fresh blood.

- No, not blood. No, no, no.

Something that's red and
that's good, like her.

- Red like...

Like the setting sun.

- Yeah, ay.

Like the setting summer sun.

- Margaret's a good wife,

with hair that's red like
the setting summer sun.

She cares for me,

and I care for her.

Yeah.

- [Robin] Mm.

- Robin, there are open
lands past the mountains.

Many places to begin again.

- No, I do not aim
to begin again.

(dark ominous music)

I aim for a right death.

(dog barking faintly)

(dark ominous music)

(soft wind blowing)

(ominous music continues)

(soft wind blowing)

- [Farmhand] Eh! No!

(knife slices)
(farmhand groans)

(footsteps tapping)

(farmhand gagging)

(intense dramatic music)

- Hendrie!
- Go!

- Hendrie!
- Hendrie!

- [Man] Move! Hendrie, run now!

- Hendrie.
- Margaret.

- Hendrie! Get the others!

- [Man] Hendrie!

(Margaret gasping)

- Edward.

Back off.

Watch over Little Margaret.

(man screaming)
(Margaret screams)

(Edward screaming)

(staff thudding)
(bones cracking)

(suspenseful music)

(arrow whooshing)

(Hendrie whimpering)

(suspenseful music intensifies)

(Hendrie grunts)

(soft sombre music)

(fist thumping)

(sombre music continues)

(Edward grunting)

(bones cracking)

(Edward groaning)

(Edward screaming)

(Edward growling)

- Margaret.

No.

(crying softly)

(Edward weeping)

(Edward wailing)

(child cries nearby)

Little one.

You're all right.

You're safe.

You're safe, daughter.

Okay?

Let us...

Let us pray.

"O' Lord, our God,

"grant us grace to desire
thee with our whole heart."

Come on now, pray.

"And in finding thee..."

- "We may love thee,

"and in loving thee,

"we may hate those sins

"from which thou
hast redeemed us.

"For the sake of
Jesus Christ. Amen."

- Yes.

Yes, good.

Good.

(Edward crying)

(flames crackling)

(sheep bleating)

(birds chirping)

(wind blowing softly)

(gentle music)

(mournful music)

(shepherd gasps)

- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was that when I woke.

(slow mournful music)

It was that when I woke.

- [Shepherd] Cousin?

- It was that when I woke.

I'm sorry.

("Lamentation of
Round-Oak Waters")

♪ The wind between
the north and east ♪

♪ Blowed every chill and cold ♪

♪ Or coldly blew
to me at least ♪

♪ My clothes were thin and old ♪

♪ The grass all
dropping wet with dew ♪

♪ Opens their tiny spears ♪

♪ The lowly daisy bendeth too ♪

♪ More lowly with my tears ♪

♪ O' luckless youth
to sorrow born ♪

♪ Shun son of poverty ♪

♪ The world made game
lay sport and scorn ♪

♪ And grinning infamy ♪

♪ Unequal though
my sorrow seems ♪

♪ But great indeed they are ♪

♪ O' hear my sorrows
for my stream ♪

♪ You'll find an equal there ♪

♪ The land and
meedings are no more ♪

♪ The pasture too are gone ♪

♪ The greens, the
meadows, and the moors ♪

♪ Are all cut up and gone ♪

- [Elderfather] We
cry to thee, O' Lord.

Do thou have mercy upon us.

- [Manor Family] And
grant forgiveness.

- [Elderfather] O' King of
Heaven and Everlasting Lord,

receive our prayers
which we pour forth.

- [Manor Family] And
grant forgiveness.

- [Elderfather] Visit the sick.

Bring forth the captive.

Help the widow and the orphan.

- [Manor Family] And
grant forgiveness.

- [Elderfather] We have sinned

and departed from thee.

Wilt thou, the redeemer
of all, save us?

- And grant forgiveness.

- Have mercy on the penitent

and wash away the stains of sin.

- And grant forgiveness.

- [All Members] Amen.

(dramatic music)

(flames crackling nearby)

(dramatic music continues)

(men shouting faintly)

(flames roaring)

- [Man] There!

(men shouting)

Godwyn!

(man gasping)

(Robin coughing)

(Robin pounding on door)

(Robin screaming)

(knife slicing)

(man screaming)

(Robin coughing)

(man screaming)
(Robin coughing)

(bone cracks)

(man screaming)

(Robin coughing)

(man screaming)

(dramatic music continues)

(Robin groaning)

(man screaming)

(man screaming)

(man screaming)

(dramatic music intensifies)

(man groaning)

(Robin coughing)

- No.

Please.

Please, please, please.

(man screaming)
(flesh sizzling)

(Robin screaming)

(Robin coughing)

(Edward screaming)

(flames roaring)

(dramatic music)

(Edward coughing)

(Little Margaret coughing)

- Margaret.

- No.
- Margaret!

- No!

No!

John!

Don't!

(Little Margaret coughing)

- Little John!

(ominous music)

Twenty winters ago,

you murdered my cousin,

Walter of Hathersage.

You have murdered my
sons and my grandson.

As weregild, I accept your life

and the life of your daughter.

(Robin groaning)

(dramatic music)

(Elderfather grunts)

(Robin grunting)

(Elderfather grunts)

(Robin groaning)

(Elderfather groans)

(Robin screaming)

(Robin gasping)

(solemn mournful music)

(Robin gasping)

(Elderfather grunts)

(Robin screams)

(Robin gagging)

(soft mournful music)

(echoing voices whispering)

(soft mournful music)

(wind blowing swiftly)

(axe thumping)

- No.

(Elderfather thudding)

No.

No.

No, no, no, no.

No!

No!

(slow dramatic music)

(Robin breathing deeply)

(cart rumbling)

(cart rattles loudly)

(eerie dramatic music)

(flames whooshing)

(flesh sizzling)

(Robin screaming)

- Robin.

Robin.
(voices whispering)

(eerie dramatic music)

Robin.

I've heard stories of
a priory hidden away.

There's a Prioress there who's
older than anyone remembers.

She has a healing magic.

I'll take you to her.

She'll get you well again.

I've heard incredible stories.

(gentle dramatic music)

(waves crashing)

(oars creaking)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music continues)

(Robin gasping)

Robin, we must leave you.

They'll be hunting us.

(Robin gasping)

(Robin gasping deeply)

- Look at the snow.

It's strange for it
to fall this late,

but it will stay on the ground.

(gentle music)

The long days will soon come.

(Robin snorting)

(Robin groaning)

(seabirds chirping)

(footsteps tapping)

(door creaking)

The man brought you here.

He sealed your wounds with fire,

and he did not do a poor job.

You have been here six days.

You have wounds in
your abdomen, ribs,

and a leg badly broken.

Do you understand my words?

- Where is this?

- You're at the
priory of St. Clement.

We're a place for you to heal.

- What town?

- There is no town.

Do you know the story of Saul?

- What?

- It goes, "There
once was a man, Saul,

"a breather of menaces
against disciples of the Lord.

"He came to the
prince of priests,

"and asked of him
letters into Damascus,

"to the synagogues,

"that if he came across any
man or woman of this life,

"he should leave
them bound, and..."

(Robin wincing)

That is all we need to do.

Just a few drops.

(droplets plopping)

It was not too painful.

- It were not.

- I'm Sister Brigid.

What's your name?

- Randolph.

- Well, I owe you an
apology, Randolph?

- What apology?

- You begged for me to let
you die, and I did not.

You said it was right.

- I were with fever.

- [Brigid] Well, your
fever has passed.

Rest now, Randolph.

- Your body is covered in scars.

(quiet dramatic music)

(Robin breathing deeply)

Do you mean anyone
at this priory harm?

(tense dramatic music)

- I do not.

- [Leper] Will any
harm follow you here?

- It will not.

- You will do them no harm.

(tense dramatic music)

(bed creaking)

(footsteps shuffling)

(door closing)

(birds chirping)

- Now back to the bed.

(cane thumping)

(Robin gasping)

Now back to the door.

(Robin panting)

Now open the door.

(gentle music)

Go as far as you'd like.

(Robin grunting)

(birds chirping)

(fire crackling)

(serene music)

(birds calling)

(seabirds chirping)

(waves crashing)

(seabirds squawking)

(children giggling)

- [Child] Hey, I forgot my ball.

(children laughing)

(sheep bleating)

(voices chattering)

- [Woman] Lilian,
careful please.

(voices chattering)

(Robin grunting)

(Robin gasping)

Can you row yet?

There is a boat
on the west shore.

That's all right.

You can stay here if
you help in the orchard.

- Well, I'm not a farmer.

- And you know not how to hunt.

- I know how to hunt.

- Well, there is some
game on this island.

But no, you cannot hunt.

You cannot even draw a bow.

- I can draw my bow.

- It's mostly rabbits.

Do you know how to trap?

- I know how to trap.

- Good.

But no more than six traps,

or the population
will not sustain.

Can you manage six traps?

- I can manage six traps.

- Good.

Then the rest of your time,

you may help in the orchard.

(footsteps shuffling)

(gentle dramatic music)

(seabirds chirping)

(ocean waves crashing)

(soft grunting)

(seabirds chirping)

(heavy grunting)

(gasping deeply)

- Are you trying to flee?

- You are quiet.

- I am quiet and slow.

You are quiet,

but you need to be slow.

You're a cripple.

- Ay, you're a leper.

- 'Tis all right to be slow

because we are safe here.

- [Robin] Ay, that's quite a
thing to say, you know that?

- I know that because
she has made us safe.

- [Robin] Oh, your prioress?

- She were like us.

She knew great
sorrow, great pain.

Widowed young.

But through that sorrow, she
found the strength to heal us.

- Well, you do not look
like you've been healed.

(leper chuckles)

- The prioress once
told me a story

of a great philosopher,

the greatest
philosopher of his time.

But one day his king
turned against him,

threw him in a dungeon to
be tortured and executed.

But in his misery,
when he had nothing,

an angel came to
the philosopher,

and she spoke to him.

And from her,

he learned that
it did not matter

if this whole world
were miserable,

if all he had were death,

because he had one thing

that could never be
touched or taken.

He had his mind.

And in his mind,

he had God.

It's never too
late to find peace.

- What are you doing?

- I row across every day.

Your friend was strong enough
to take you but some are not,

so I ferry them.

- Will you take me across?

- I will not.

You can row yourself
when you're stronger.

For now, work at your tasks.

Trapping, I hear.

- I will hunt.

- Ah, you can't hunt.

- [Robin] Leper.

What happened to that
great philosopher?

- He were tortured and
executed, of course.

- Of course.

(waves crashing)

♪ Sumer is icumen in ♪

♪ Loude sing cuckou ♪

♪ Groweth seed
and bloweth meed ♪

♪ And springth the wode now ♪

♪ Sing cuckou ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb ♪

(gentle dramatic music)

(sizzling)

(sizzling)

(gasping)

(grunting)

(gasping)

(birds chirping)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(gasping)

- [Moshe] Robin!

The Leper!

(Robin gasping)

- Oi!

Oi!

- The leper has brought someone!

From the far shore!

(waves roaring)

(soft sorrowful music)

(Little Margaret gasping)

- [Little Margaret] Papa's dead.

(soft mournful music)

(soft mournful music)

(birds chirping)
(animal shuffling)

(twig snapping)

(feet shuffling swiftly)

(bone cracking)
(dramatic music)

(Little Margaret running)

(birds squawking)

- How's the girl?

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)
(wind blowing softly)

- Let me show you my trees.

These are the elderberries.

They harvest late in the summer.

- Do they know what
you were before this.

- Oh, you'll have to favour
this side, for my hearing.

Pears, I harvest just after.

And what were I before this?

- Oh, sellsword, at best.

- (chuckles) At best, certainly.

We have a way about us.

You remember the trees?

- Pears and elderberries.

- [Leper] Wonderful.

Some of them know,

but the prioress does
not care who we were.

And the apples
harvest in the autumn.

- Did she speak of
what happened to her?

- The prioress is
tending to the girl.

You should speak with
her if you are concerned.

What were the trees?

- Pears, apples,
and elderberries.

- Wonderful.

(door creaking)

- This will be
your last letting.

Though your body still
has much healing.

- You're tired.

- I am.

But I have been tired before.

The child does not sleep.

- What happened to her?

- Terrible things.

- She told you her story?

- No, she does not speak.

She does not eat, and
she does not sleep.

(needle pricking)

(droplets plopping)

What is her name?

- Margaret.

- Who is she?

- I met her father,

a farmer.

- What? He's dead?

- Seems.

- And the mother?

- [Robin] I think dead.

- How?

- I don't know.

Dead past.

- Slain?

- Perhaps.

- You lie very well.

(tool clattering)

Did the child see?

- She could have.

- That is much for
a child to see.

(Brigid sighs)

(scissors snipping)

(scissors clinking)

(fabric ripping)

Sorry for your friend.

- Thank you.

- Would you like
me to pray for him?

- As you wish.

- What was his name?

- Edward.

- Edward.

"Be not your heart afraid,

"for ye believe in God
and ye believe in me.

"In the house of my Father
there are many rooms.

"And when I make
ready for you a place,

"I shall come and
take thee to myself.

For where I am, ye may be also.

"And whither I go, ye
shall know the way."

(people speaking softly)

(Hob screaming)

(Hob whooping)

(sheep bleating)

(Hob wailing)

- [Sarah] Hobbie, quiet down.

- [Woman] Are you good?

- [Sarah] No.

- [Woman] What's going on?

(Hob screaming)

- [Woman] She has a knife.

- Margaret.
- Help me.

- Margaret.

(ominous music)

It's all right.

Margaret, it's...
(Margaret weeping)

It's all right.

Margaret, it's all right.

(dramatic music)

- [Leper] She don't
know this island.

There are boar about.

(dramatic music)

- Margaret!
- Margaret!

(wind blowing harshly)

- [Woman] Margaret!

- [Woman] Margaret!

(wind blowing harshly)

(tense dramatic music)

(soft wind howling)

(thunder rumbling)

(foreboding music)

(heavy breathing)

(tense dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

- Oi.

Oi.

Give it.

(Margaret gasping)

Give it.

Those men that hurt you,

do they know you're here?

Mm.

What's my name?

Say my name.

- Randolph.

(light dramatic music)

(Robin sighing)

- That's right.

- Who's Little John?

- That name is nonsense,

and you should never speak it.

And if you speak
it, a cat will come

in the night and
take your tongue!

(intense dramatic music)

(thunder rumbling)

It's all right.

Go to sleep.

(thunder rumbling)

(light dramatic music)

I'll watch your storm.

All right, lay down.

Close your eyes.

You can sleep.

Sleep.

(footsteps shuffling)

- [Brigid] Thank you
for bringing her back.

(fire crackling)

- It were nothing.

- Do you know the
story of this priory?

- [Robin] No.

- Well, in ages before history,

this was a holy site
of the ancient Druids.

They worshipped unknown gods.

Worshipped in these woods.

Then the Romans came long ago,

and they sensed the
magic of this place,

so they built their temples.

Then people upon
people sensed it,

and they came here to worship.

Countless gods,
tribe after tribe

who would not even know
how to speak to each other,

yet we were all
pulled to this place.

- [Robin] Do you believe
there is magic in this island?

- I believe there
is power in it.

- And I've seen the
power in stories.

They can be used to make
men do terrible things,

and then those terrible
things become stories

and stories.

No, you cannot
trust any of them.

We cannot be trusted with them.

- Knives cut bread as
well as they do flesh.

It's a question of balance.

- [Robin] Does
balance have a say?

- I think if balance
did not have some say,

we would not be here.

This world would not be here,

and we would not be
sharing these words.

And do you ever consider that?

The incredible
precision of balance

over such an expanse of time.

The balance it takes to create
a word, any specific word,

that can pass between lips and
be understood by two minds.

(gentle music)

Randolph.

Thank you.

(gentle music)

(Robin gasping)

(gentle music continues)

- Mm.

- Hmm?
- Mm.

Not hungry?

No?

(waves crashing nearby)

(gentle music)

(wind blowing swiftly)

- [Leper] I'll be dying soon.

- [Robin] How do you know?

- [Leper] I can feel it inside.

- [Robin] What
does it feel like?

- [Leper] It feels right.

(waves sloshing)

(seabirds squawking)

- There's someone there.

- The Watchers have been busy.

- Start around the feet.

Little cuts.

Good. Other one.

(children chattering nearby)

All right.

No.

Easy.

There.

Good.

All right, now let's
do the other foot.

Right down in the belly. Good.

Ah.

Right.

Hang on.

Watch this.

Just like... Just like that.

That's it.

You do the other one.

That's it. That's it.

That's it. Pull.

(door creaking)

(people chatting softly)

- [Godwyn] I'm Arthur.

(Sister Brigid speaks softly)

(ominous music)

(people speaking faintly)

- [Brigid] You are
a brave young man.

- Thank you, Sister.

- Are you hungry, Arthur?

(inhales deeply)

(exhales sharply)

- I am, Sister.

- [Brigid] Well,
Sarah will fix you up

a good supper tonight.

- [Sarah] Herring stew.

- Herring stew.

Do you like that?

- Yes.

- Where do you
come from, Arthur?

- My family farmed
toward Keswick.

- [Robin] Toward Keswick?

- [Arthur] Yes, sir.

- Randolph.

- Randolph, toward Keswick.

- The Leper said you
seek your niece.

- I do.
- You were set upon?

- I was.
- On the road?

- Yes.

- We're safe here.

- Which road?

- The road to Keswick, sir.

- Thank the Lord, you survived.

- I do thank the Lord.

- How about honeyed
pears after supper

for being so brave?

(suspenseful music)

- Thank you, sister.

(bird chirping)

- Little Margaret.

That man Arthur,

did you ever see him

before you came to the priory?

Margaret.

The men,

the men who hurt your papa,

did you see their faces?

- Papa said to run.

(wind blowing softly)

Papa stopped praying.

He was angry.

- Well, he prayed in his mind.

- What's papa's name?

(arrow crashing)

- Your papa's your papa.

Bring it here.

Oh, this is fine work.

Oh, you see, it
favours a bend here.

Now you have to balance
it so it bends evenly.

So this part here needs
to be thinned, all right?

- Can you make for me?

- You want me to make you a bow?

All right.

(gentle music)

- Today I remembered a story
by a poet named Lucretius.

(gentle music continues)

He wrote of what
are called atoms.

For if you pick apart the
trees and people and stones,

these would be the
smallest invisible pieces

that make up
everything in creation.

And these atoms are
sailing through the void,

and, well, sometimes,
for no reason at all,

they change their course,

the least amount,
not even a hair.

And if it weren't
for that small,

unpredictable change
forcing the atoms

to cross and weave
with each other,

nothing at all under
the heavens would exist.

(footsteps tapping)

(Sister Brigid humming)

(waves roaring)

(wind blowing softly)

(flames crackling)

(Brigid inhales)

(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid inhaling)

(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid inhaling)

(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid inhaling)

(Brigid moans)
(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid inhaling)

(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid breathing deeply)

(wind blowing softly)

(Brigid exhaling)

(Brigid moaning)

(Brigid gasping deeply)

(axe crashing)

(waves crashing nearby)

(axe crashing)

- Yes.

Good!

Right there.

That's it! Good.

(Margaret chuckling)

(Robin chuckling)

That's it.

All right then.

Let me have a go.

(people chatting nearby)

Grab that one.

Good! There we go!

(chuckles) Good.

Which one do you
think for your bow?

Let's have a little look.

Okay.

There we go.

They're both good.

(birds chirping)

(children chattering faintly)

- [Moshe] Margaret!

Margaret, come and play.

(children chattering)

(children laughing)

(ominous music)

(children chattering)

(ominous music intensifies)

- Arthur.

Do you know how to trap?

- Yes.

- Good, I need a strong hand.

Come.

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

Does your family have land?

- Yes.

- [Robin] How many
of you are there?

- I don't know.

(Robin grunting)

Are you all right?

- I am. (sighing)

I am, just not as
young as I once were.

(sighs) I could use
a hand up, is all.

(Robin groans)

Thank you.

Oh, they delivered
you quite a blow.

- Yes.
- Who did it?

- A man.

Some men.

Bandits.

- A man bandit.

- Yes.
- Huh?

May I look?

(Robin wincing)

It's quite a blow.

You're lucky you survived.

You're a lucky boy.

- Yes.

- Should be thankful
to be alive.

- [Arthur] Yes.

- He used a quarterstaff.

Hmm?

Lucky it didn't
take your head off.

- [Moshe] Randolph!

Randolph!

- Moshe?

- The prioress said to come.

(birds chirping)

(Leper groans softly)

(wind chimes clinking)

(birds squawking)

(Leper wheezing)

- Are you in great pain?

(Leper breathing deeply)

- Do you remember the trees?

- Pears, apples,
and elderberries.

- Wonderful.

(Leper wheezing)

You know that you're the
most important person

in Little Margaret's life.

- No.

I'm not important.

- Think of all the people
whose lives you've crossed.

We're important
somehow to all of them.

Do you know the story
of Guy of Gisborne

and Robin Hood?

- Yes.

- They say you killed him.

Did you really behead him?

- You are confused, Leper.

- Well, I'll not tell a soul,

but don't lie to a
man on his deathbed.

So, did you really behead him?

- There were no Guy of Gisborne.

No, just one of the many
tales that passed along.

But I beheaded other men.

(Leper gasping deeply)

- You really don't remember?

No.

Think about that name.

There were a Guy of Gisborne.

But you did not behead him.

(light dramatic music)

You cut off his ear.

You said in another life

you'd share a drink with him.

Do you remember that?

(light dramatic music)

We seem to have
found another life.

(soft dramatic music)

Now, there is one cruelty

I would ask you
not to bring about.

You will guard the
orchard until you too die.

(Leper sighing)

You will serve the prioress

and the people of this
priory, past and future.

But at no point in that time,

in those good and
peaceful years,

will you tell the prioress
who you really are.

(soft dramatic music)

- Why?

- Because (sighs) one
of those nameless,

faceless deaths in the
shadows of your mind

were, in another life,

her beloved.

(Leper breathing deeply)

Promise me.

Robin.

Promise me.

(sombre mournful music)

♪ Summer is comin' in ♪

♪ Loude sing cuckou ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth med ♪

♪ And springth the wode new ♪

♪ Sing cuckou ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb ♪

♪ Loude after calve cu ♪

♪ Bulloc sterteth,
bucke verteth ♪

♪ Merye sing cuckou ♪

♪ Cuckou, cuckou ♪

♪ Wel singest thou cuckou ♪

♪ Ne swik thou never now ♪

(footsteps shuffling)

(sombre music)

- Goodbye, Brigid.

(soft sorrowful music)

(flames crackling)

Arthur.

(tense dramatic music)

Come.

There's a child
on the far shore.

(birds chirping)

Perhaps it's your niece.

The Leper said you sought
you lost your niece.

- Yes.

Could it be her?

- We shall see.

(water sloshing)

(quiet dramatic music)

(water splashing)

(dramatic music rising)

(bird squawking)

(seabirds chirping)

- [Arthur] I do not
see signs of anyone.

- Well, we should wait.

Maybe they will return.

(waves crashing)

(subtle dramatic music)

What is your name?

- Arthur.

- [Robin] Do not waste
time lying to me.

What is your real name?

- Godwyn.

- You are deciding, Godwyn,

whether to do the deed yourself

or to fetch your family.

- What deed?

- How many men have
you killed, Godwyn?

How many children
have you killed?

I have killed so many,

I could not give you a count.

For longer than
you've been alive,

I've been killing the kin of
those I killed a lifetime ago

who I do not remember
in the first,

who meant nothing
to me at the time,

but their brothers
and their children,

their grandchildren
they remember me.

So now I must kill them,

again and again,

in different forms, like shades,

again and again,
and it never ceases.

(sighs softly)

It's a curse, Godwyn.

And it's one you
bring on yourself,

even if done through duty.

It cares not about your duty.

This world cares
only about blood,

and blood is all it
will give in return.

Do you want to kill
a child, Godwyn?

(Godwyn cries softly)

Do you want to be responsible

for the killing
of a little girl?

- [Godwyn] No.

(waves crashing)

- Your father is dead?

And your uncles?

- I am the eldest left.

- Who else yet lives, Godwyn?

- My mother,

my aunts,

my sisters.

- You have a home, Godwyn.

- Yes.

- Go home.

Tell your family all
blood debts are paid.

They'll all be paid someday.

Sleep in your own bed.

Hold dear the life you will
yet share with your kin.

And if you return here,

you will have wasted
this chance at life

that I give you now,

and I will cut your throat

and never think of you again.

(Godwyn breathing deeply)

Go now,

and do not look back.

(sighs softly)

(waves crashing)

(bird squawking)

(birds chirping)

(wind blowing)

- I thought you had departed.

(heavy breathing)

- I'm Robin the outlaw.

You need to know
that I'm a monster.

I am not one Randolph.

I am the outlaw, Robin Hood.

(dramatic music)

(Brigid gasps)

I'm sorry.

(poignant music)

(heavy breathing)

(tense dramatic music)

(air whooshing)

(tense dramatic music)

(flames crackling)

(suspenseful music)

(boar groaning)

(suspenseful music)

(wooden bow creaking)

(dramatic music)

(flames roaring)

(arrow whooshing)

(shocking dramatic music)

(boar scraping gravel)

(Robin grunting)

(flesh squelching)

(intense dramatic music)

(dramatic music rising)

(Robin gasping deeply)

Tell me I should leave.

I will go now.

- Get in the bed.

- Brigid.
- Lie down.

(Robin sighing)

(bloodletting tools clinking)

(Robin breathing deeply)

(blood splashing)

(Robin breathing deeply)

(quiet dramatic music)

(slow dramatic music)

(blood continues splashing)

(Robin sighs)

(Brigid sighs)

(door closing)

(fire crackling)

(soft mournful music)

(child giggling)

(flesh sizzling)

(voices chattering faintly)

(flame crackling)

(eerie suspenseful music)

(tense suspenseful music)

- You burned my husband alive.

I dreamed that he
was already dead,

but why else did
you bar the door?

It felt like a lifetime,

searching the ashes of our home,

and he looked so small,

just curled up in the corner
with so much of him gone.

But as much as I dream,
I know he was alive,

because, until the very end,

he had wrapped himself
around our children.

(slow sombre music)

(slow melodramatic music)

(footsteps tapping)

(doorknob rattling)

(light tapping on door)

- [Little Margaret] Randolph,

it's me.

(Robin sighs)

(footsteps tapping)

(Brigid gasps softly)

(Brigid gasps softly)

(weeping heavily)

(heavy gasping)

(sombre mournful music)

- [Robin] People
speak of Robin Hood.

Tell his stories.

(wind howling)

They're all lies.

Lies that I told long ago

so that fools would
follow me into the dark.

(Robin breathing deeply)

- [Edward] Robin.

What have they done to you?

Don't be afraid.

I will rescue you
from this place,

and rescue little Margaret.

We're gonna start a
new life together.

- Edward.

Tell me about your wife.

(Edward sighs)

- My wife.

- [Robin] Margaret.

- Margaret.

My wife Margaret.

- Paint a portrait.

- [Edward] "Paint a portrait."

She has hair

red like the setting sun.

(sombre dramatic music)

- Like the setting summer sun.

- Red like the
setting summer sun.

(echoing voices whispering)

(Edward gasping)

Robin.

Have you found your right death?

(birds chirping)

(sombre mournful music)

(footsteps tapping)

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

(Robin gasping)

(Robin sighs)

- I'm ready to finish it.

(soft gentle music)

- I owe this life to you.

It is monstrous.

But I owe this life to you.

- You owe me nothing.

- I have never
taken a life before.

- Well, it can be as
if pruning a flower.

- Well, it should not be.

- Ay, it should not,

but it can.

- I help those who
come to this island.

I heal them.

(sombre music)

- Please.

Heal me.

(sombre music continues)

Little Margaret.

Your father's name were John.

(gentle music)

And I knew him for many years

before he were your papa.

I met him

crossing a bridge one day

over a rushing river.

He was stubborn.

He would not yield,

oh, not to any man,

not even to me.

So we wrestled on that bridge,

striking back and forth.

I whacked him on the
side of the head.

He struck me in the stomach,

and I wobbled on that bridge.

Splash.

He knocked me on my bum.

(Little Margaret laughs)

Once I dragged myself out,

drenched to the bone,

we embraced.

We called your papa Little John.

And we lived for many years

as outlaws in the Greenwood.

We had feasts.

We gave silver to the meek.

(Robin sighs)

But we stole that silver.

We stole it from bad people.

You understand?

Bad people.

Your papa

wouldn't want me to tell you,

because he loved you so dearly.

You must never tell a soul,

not even the children
you play with.

You must never tell
them your papa's name.

There are bad people out there,

and they are angry
with your papa.

(Robin sighs)

And so they're angry with you.

Can we keep that secret?

- I can keep that
secret, Little Margaret.

Can you?

- Good.

Now come beside with me.

Take this.

- Why were he little?

- What?

- Why were my papa
called Little?

- Because he were
little when I found him,

like you.

(gentle music)

String it.

Bend it with your
leg as you saw me do.

Ah.

Good.

Now,

go to the window.

(gentle dramatic music)

(Robin sighs)

(gentle dramatic music)

Now,

nock an arrow.

Find a point

where the waters meet the sky.

Hold that arrow to your mouth,

and hold it.

I will tell you when to loose.

And when I do,

you're not letting go.

You're simply not
holding on anymore.

Now,

watch the target.

Your body will always be moving.

Feel when that
arrow will fly true.

You're gonna find a dance.

Hold until I tell you to loose.

You are strong.

Feel

that sway.

That dance.

Now loose.

(arrow whooshing)

(soft wind blowing)

(mournful instrumental music)

(solemn instrumental music)

("Lamentation of
Round-Oak Waters")

♪ The wind between
the north and east ♪

♪ Blowed every chill and cold ♪

♪ Or coldly blew
to me at least ♪

♪ My clothes were thin and old ♪

♪ The grass all
dropping wet with dew ♪

♪ Opens their tiny spears ♪

♪ The lowly daisy bendeth too ♪

♪ More lowly with my tears ♪

♪ O' luckless youth
to sorrow born ♪

♪ Shun son of poverty ♪

♪ The world made game
lay sport and scorn ♪

♪ And grinning infamy ♪

♪ Unequal though
my sorrow seems ♪

♪ But great indeed they are ♪

♪ O' hear my sorrows
for my stream ♪

♪ You'll find an equal there ♪

♪ The land and
meedings are no more ♪

♪ The pasture too are gone ♪

♪ The greens, the
meadows, and the moors ♪

♪ Are all cut up and gone ♪

♪ There scarce a
greensward spot remains ♪

♪ And scarce a single tree ♪

♪ All naked are
your native plains ♪

♪ And yet, oh dear, do thee ♪

(mournful instrumental music)

♪ O then were trees
my plank stick come ♪

♪ What willows flourished here ♪

♪ Hard as the axe
that cut them down ♪

♪ Those senseless
wretches were ♪

♪ Although their aching
hands did wield ♪

♪ The axe that gave the blow ♪

♪ It was not them that
owned this field ♪

♪ Nor plant its overthrow ♪

♪ Their foes remain
all lawless foes ♪

♪ But laws themselves
they hold ♪

♪ Which clipped wing
justice cons or thaws ♪

♪ But forced and
yields to gold ♪

♪ These are the fools
of mine and thee ♪

♪ These all here
ruined and planned ♪

♪ Although they
never felled a tree ♪

♪ Nor took a tooth in hand ♪

♪ So farewell to
our common field ♪

♪ There's nothing can be saved ♪

♪ Fare thee the greens
and pastures waste ♪

♪ They dropped into its grave ♪

♪ Reflection pierces
deadly keen ♪

♪ While with wild
ground we scan ♪

♪ Damned are the
changes of the green ♪

♪ So too the life of man ♪

(solemn instrumental music)