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Do you have any food?

I'm very hungry.

Let down your hair.

You do not pass for a boy.

Let down your hair.

I am not afraid.

Travelers 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.

She were the great love of Robin Hood.

Mmm.

There is no great love for one such as him.

I have 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.

He were a murderous brigand,

who perhaps cut the throat of a sheriff

in 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.

Those you 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.

...pardon of our sins.

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

Amen.

Who was your kin?

William Wainwright...

...of Pickering.

Pickering?

Father?

Grandfather?

You should have bathed,

or waited for the wind to change.

Or kept your weight on your back foot.

That's all.

You did well.

They sing lies.

These foolish common folk.

Lies of his heroism and goodness.

But blood debts are owed.

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.

Speak to Thomas.

He were hanged in the South.

Will?

They gutted him.

I have no one else to ask.

What happened?

My name is Edward.

Who was Edward?

I met him on the road, ten 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.

What happened?

A family on the land found me out.

Took my farm. Took my Margaret.

Tried to take my life.

I cannot take back alone what is mine.

It's not yours.

It's my family.

I'm tired, John.

Edward.

I'm tired, Edward.

It would be a mighty battle.

One for the stories.

They are strong?

Aye.

They come from an old family.

They say from Viking blood.

There's a story that once their elderfather

fought a bear.

It would be a mighty battle, Robin.

How many are there?

Four? Five?

Together we can best them.

We'll likely die.

♪ As I was 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-o? ♪

♪ "Where shall we go and dine today?" ♪

♪ In behind that old turf wall ♪

♪ I sense there lies a new slain knight ♪

♪ And nobody knows that he lies there-o ♪

♪ But his hawk, and his hound and his lady fair-o ♪

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

♪ Many a one for him shall moan ♪

♪ None shall know where he has gone ♪

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

♪ Wind shall blow for evermore-o ♪

♪ Wind shall blow for evermore ♪

Robin!

Robin!

Bread?

This is a good adventure.

A good adventure.

You remember when we met the potter,

did we leave him naked or did we kill him?

Oh, I tried to tell the story

and someone said we left him naked.

But 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?

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.

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?

Paint a portrait?

She has hair that's red.

Red like?

Red like fresh blood.

No, not blood. No, no, no.

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

Red like... I don't know.

Like the setting sun.

Aye, 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.

Hmm.

Robin, there are open lands past the mountains.

Many places to begin again.

No, I do not aim to begin again.

I aim for a right death.

Edward!

Go, Hendrie!

Edward!

Go, Hendrie, run! Now!

- Edward! - Back!

Hendrie, get the others!

Edward!

Edward, my love...

Watch over Little Margaret.

Little one, don't worry.

Don't worry. Come here, come here.

You're safe. You're safe, daughter.

Let us pray. 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.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It were that when I woke.

It were that when I woke.

Cousin.

It were that when I woke.

I'm sorry.

♪ The wind between the north and east ♪

♪ Blowed every chill and cold ♪

♪ Or coldly blowed to me, at least ♪

♪ My clothes were thin and old ♪

♪ The grass all dropping wet with dew ♪

♪ Low bent their tiny spears ♪

♪ The lowly daisy bended too ♪

♪ More lowly with my tears ♪

♪ Oh, luckless youth to sorrow born ♪

♪ Shun'd son of poverty ♪

♪ The world made gamely sport and scorn ♪

♪ And grinning infamy ♪

♪ Unequalled though my sorrow seems ♪

♪ But great indeed they are ♪

♪ Oh hear my sorrows for my stream ♪

♪ You'll find an equal there ♪

♪ The land and Eddings are no more ♪

♪ The pastures too are gone ♪

♪ The greens, the meadows and the moors ♪

♪ Are all cut up and gone ♪

We cry to Thee, O Lord.

Do Thou have mercy upon us?

And grant forgiveness.

O King of heaven, and everlasting Lord,

receive our prayers which we pour forth.

And grant forgiveness.

Visit the sick, bring forth the captive,

help the widow and the orphan.

And grant forgiveness.

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.

Amen.

Kill him!

Godwyn!

No!

No. Please. Please.

Please, please!

-Margaret? Margaret! -No, no.

No!

John! Don't!

Little John!

Twenty winters ago, you murdered my cousin,

Walter of Hathersage.

You have murdered my sons

and my grandson.

As wergild...

I accept your life...

and the life of your daughter.

...heinous crimes...

...slayer of man, woman and child...

No...

No...

No! No! No! No! No!

No!

No!

Robin?

I've heard stories of a Priory hidden away.

There's a Prioress there

who's older than anyone remembers...

she has healing magic.

I'll take you to her.

She'll get you well again.

I've heard incredible stories.

Robin, we must leave you.

They'll be hunting us.

Look at the snow...

it's strange for it to fall this late.

But it won't stay on the ground...

and the long days will soon some.

A 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.

Wha... 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 lead them bound

and...

That is all we need to do.

Just a few drops.

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.

Well, your fever has passed.

Rest now, Randolph.

Your body is covered in scars.

Do you mean anyone at this Priory harm?

I do not.

Will any harm follow you here?

It will not.

You will do them no harm.

Now back to the bed.

Now back to the door.

Now open the door.

Go as far as you'd like.

William, careful, please.

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.

Oh, I'm... not a farmer.

Then you know not how to hunt.

Aye, I know how to hunt.

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.

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.

Aye, you're a leper.

It is all right to be slow. We are safe here.

That's quite a thing to say. You know that?

I know that because she has made us safe.

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.

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 misery...

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?

Ah, 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. - No, you can't hunt.

Leper,

what happened to that great philosopher?

He were tortured and executed, of course.

Of course.

♪ Sumer is icumen In loude sing cuccu! ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth meed ♪

♪ And springth the wode now ♪

♪ Sing cuccu ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb Loweth after calve cow ♪

Oi! Oi!

The Leper has brought someone!

From the far shore!

Papa's dead.

How's the girl?

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 favor this side

for my hearing.

Pears, I harvest just after.

And what were I before this?

Oh, a sellsword at best.

Aye, at best, certainly.

We have a way about us!

You remember the trees?

- Pears and elderberries. -Wonderful.

Some of them know.

But the Prioress does not care who we were.

And the apples harvest in the autumn.

Did she, uh, speak of what happened to her?

Well, 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.

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.

What is her name?

Margaret.

Who is she?

I met her father. A farmer.

Well, he's dead.

It seems.

And the mother?

- Ah, I think dead. - How?

I don't know. Dead past.

Slain?

Perhaps.

You lie very well.

Did the child see?

She could have.

That is much for a child to see.

I'm 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, He may be also.

And whither I go, He shall know the way.

-She has a knife. -Margaret!

She stabbed me!

Margaret!

It's all right.

Margaret, it's... it's all right.

Margaret, it's all right.

She don't know this island.

There are boar about.

-Margaret! -Margaret!

Margaret!

-Margaret! -Margaret!

Margaret!

Oi.

Oi!

Give it.

Give it.

Those men that hurt you,

do they know you're here?

Hmm.

What's my name?

Say my name.

Randolph.

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.

It's all right.

Go to sleep.

I'll watch the storm.

All right, lay down.

Close your eyes.

You can sleep.

Sleep.

Thank you for bringing her back.

It were nothing.

Do you know the story of this Priory?

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.

And 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.

Do you believe there is magic in this island?

I believe there is power in it.

I have 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.

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.

Randolph.

Thank you.

-Mmm. Mmm. -Mmm.

Not hungry?

No?

I'll be dying soon.

How do you know?

I can feel it inside.

What does it feel like?

It feels right.

There's someone there.

The waters have been busy.

Start around the feet.

Little cuts.

Good. Other one.

All right. Oh.

Okay.

Good.

Right, now, let's do down the front.

Right down on the belly. Good.

Right. Give me.

Right. Watch this one.

Just like... just like that.

That's it. You do the other one.

That's it, that's it, that's it.

Pull.

You are a brave young man.

Thank you, sister.

Are you hungry, Arthur?

I am, sister.

Well, Sarah will fix you up a good supper tonight.

Herring stew. Herring stew.

- Do you like that? - Yes.

Where do you come from, Arthur?

My family farm toward Keswick.

-Toward Keswick? - 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.

- You are 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?

- Thank you, sister. - Good.

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.

Papa stopped praying.

He was angry.

He prayed in his mind.

What's Papa's name?

Your papa's your papa.

Bring it here.

Oh, this is fine work.

Oh.

You see it favors a bend here.

Oh, aye. 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.

Today, I remembered a story

by a poet named Lucretius.

He wrote on what are called atoms.

Where 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.

Yes. Good.

Harder.

That's it. Good.

That's good. Harder.

Let me help you.

Grab that one.

Good. There we go!

Good.

Which one do you think for your bow?

Let's hold and look.

Okay.

There we go. They're both good.

Margaret!

Margaret! Come and play!

Arthur.

Do you know how to trap?

- Yes. - Good.

I need a strong hand. Come.

Does your family have land?

Yes.

How many of you are there?

I don't know.

Are you all right?

I am. I am.

Just not as young as I once were.

I could use a hand up is all.

Thank you.

Oh aye, they delivered you quite a blow.

- Yes. - Who did it?

A man.

Some men.

- Bandits. - A man, bandits?

- Yes. - Huh. May I look?

It's quite a blow.

Oh, you're lucky you survived. You're a lucky boy.

Yes.

You should be thankful to be alive.

- Yes. - He used a quarterstaff?

Hmm.

Lucky it didn't take your head off.

Randolph.

Randolph.

Moshe?

The Prioress said to come.

Are you in great pain?

Do you remember the trees?

Pears, apples and elderberries.

Wonderful.

You know that you are the most important person

in Little Margaret's life.

Ah, I'm not important.

Think of all the people

whose lives you've crossed.

We were 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.

It were just one of the many tales that passed along.

But I beheaded other men.

You really don't remember?

No.

Think about that name.

There were a Guy of Gisborne.

But you did not behead him.

You cut off his ear.

You said, in another life, you'd share a drink with him.

Do you remember that?

We seem to have found another life.

Now, there is one cruelty

I would ask you to not bring about.

You will guard the orchard

until you too die.

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.

Why?

Because...

one of those nameless,

faceless deaths

in the shadows of your mind...

were in another life...

her beloved.

Promise me.

Robin...

Promise me.

♪ Sumer is icumen in Loude sing cuccu! ♪

♪ Groweth seed and bloweth meed ♪

♪ And springth the wode now ♪

♪ Sing cuccu ♪

♪ Ewe bleteth after lamb Loweth after calve cow ♪

♪ Bulloc sterteth bucke verteth ♪

♪ Merye sing cuccu! ♪

♪ Cuccu, cuccu Wel singest thou cuccu! ♪

♪ Ne swik thou never now! ♪

Good-bye, Brigid.

Arthur.

Come.

There's a child on the far shore.

Perhaps it's your niece.

The Leper said you sought your lost niece.

Yes.

- Could it be her? - We shall see.

I do not see signs of anyone.

Ah, we should wait.

Maybe they will return.

What is your name?

Arthur.

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.

I do not remember 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.

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.

But do you want to kill a child, Godwyn?

Do you want to be responsible

for the killing of a little girl?

No.

Your father's 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.

Go now.

And do not look back.

I thought you had departed.

I am Robin the Outlaw.

You... You need to know that I'm a monster.

I'm not one Randolph.

I am the outlaw, Robin Hood.

I'm sorry...

Tell me I should leave.

I will go now.

Get in the bed.

- Brigid... - Lie down.

You burned my husband alive.

I dream 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.

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.

Randolph...

...it's me.

People speak of Robin Hood.

Tell his stories.

They're all lies.

Lies that I told long ago.

So that fools would...

follow me into the dark.

Robin.

What have they done to you?

Don't be afraid.

I will rescue you from this place.

I'll rescue Little Margaret.

And we're gonna start a new life together.

Edward...

tell me about your wife.

My wife.

Margaret.

Margaret.

My wife, Margaret.

Paint a portrait.

Paint a portrait?

She has hair...

red like...

the setting sun.

Like the setting summer sun.

Red like...

the setting summer...

sun.

Robin...

Have you found your right death?

I'm ready to finish it.

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.

Ah.

It can be as if pruning a flower.

Well, it should not be.

Aye, it should not.

But it can.

I help those who come to this island.

I heal them.

Please.

Heal me.

Little Margaret...

your father's name were John.

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 me bum.

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.

Oh, we had feasts.

We...

We gave silver...

to the meek.

No...

But we stole that silver.

We stole it...

from, from bad people.

You understand?

Bad people.

Your papa...

would 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.

And so they're angry with you.

And can we keep that secret?

I can keep that secret, Little Margaret.

Can you?

Good.

Now come beside me.

Take this.

Why were he "Little"?

What?

Why were my papa called "Little"?

Because he were little when I found him.

Like you.

String it.

Bend it with your leg as you saw me do.

Good.

Now, go to the window.

Now,

nock an arrow.

Find a point

where the waters meet the sky.

Pull that arrow to your mouth.

And hold.

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 that 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.