Original subtitles

- You're about to see a story of bold knights and beautiful maidens.

- A story of love and hatred and prejudice.

- Though our story is old,

- the love, the hatred and the prejudice are ever new.

Help!

Ah! Holy god of Abraham, spare me!

Silence, if you value your life!

[gasping] Holy, father, I beg you.

Silence.

Follow me.

This way.

You see.

They've been lying in wait for you.

Where is he? Where is this Jew?

Well?

He's gone, Sire.

Gone?

Disappeared!

Imbecile! You let him get away!

They're Normans.

Saxons or Normans, what does it matter to me?

Do I rejoice because the brave Normans cross the channel

and defeat the brave Saxons? What's the difference?

They both treat us like dogs.

You call them brave knights. I call them thieves.

A rich merchant, I fear, is fair game.

No matter. You have saved my life, and I am forever in your debt.

[horses whinnying; riders retreating]

If you keep to this road any longer, sir, no one can help you.

I shall be lost otherwise.

I know this country.

Where are you bound?

To Ashby, the great tournament.

Why, then, we can travel together.

Ahhhh. May I ask who you are, that I may thank for my deliverance?

Merely a poor pilgrim returning from the Holy Land.

Ah!

Come. To waste any more time here would be dangerous.

There.

There lies Ashby.

Ahaaa.

The blessings of Jacob be upon you, pilgrim.

How am I going to repay you?

Oh, I want nothing.

You shall have a horse and armor for the tournament.

But, how did you know, that I...

Ha, ha, I see who that was... beneath your robe.

The chain mail of a knight and the golden spurs.

You shall have everything that you need.

Then, I must warn you, sir, both horse and armor

may be lost in the jousting.

Ahhh, that's impossible.

Your lance's good use will be as powerful as the rod of Moses.

knight Front de Boeuf

knight De Bracy

My little Pouqant, eh?

Ha, ha, ha.

knight Brian de Bois-Guilbert

Cedric, the Saxon.

[John and Fitzurse, his advisor]

[Cedric with son Athelstane] "Norman dogs!"

[Wamba in rear] - Careful master. -Huh?

- They say Prince John has ten thousand ears.

Well, let him here me, then.

I'll say it to his face.

Who is that?

That's Cedric of Rotherwood, a Saxon lord.

I meant the lady.

Oh, that's his ward the Lady Rowena

from the royal land of Alfred the Great.

She's beautiful.

If a Saxon can be called beautiful.

Challengers!

Reginald...Front de Beouf!

Maurice De Bracy!

and Brian...Guilbert!

[ de Bracy] Listen to the crowd.

Prince John is well accepted here today.

He would do well to take over the throne now,

before King Richard gets back from the Holy Land.

Richard dies the moment he returns.

[the Norman contenders salute Prince John]

Fitzurse.

- Yes, Your Grace.

Are we ready to begin?

Well, there's still the choosing of a queen for the tournament, sire.

Um.

If it would please, Your Highness,... - Um? - ...my daughter, perhaps.

It might appear unseemly to announce you daughter

before the tournament has yet begun.

Let the gallant knight who conquers the field here today

make the choice.

These three noble challengers will undertake all comers.

Each challenger may be selected by touching his shield with a lance.

If the shield is touched with the reverse end of the lance,

then sharp points will not be used.

But, if the sharp tip of the lance touches the shield...

then the combat is understood to be...with sharp weapons.

If any knight should break the lance of all three challengers here before me,

then Prince John will declare that knight the victor in this day's combat.

The prince wants the victor to choose the queen.

Prince John has declared the victor will have the honor

of choosing our queen of love and beauty!

Normans. All three Normans.

[to Athelstane, his son] Is there a Saxon to meet them?

Tomorrow. I fight tomorrow.

Are you looking for someone?

Your Highness, no sharp points will be used.

[John] How disappointing.

Is there no one here, no one to stop them?

Tomorrow.

Who is he?

- Look again, master. - Huh?

Perhaps you should ask, Who was he?

A Saxon?

Without question.

Whew... Have we no better than this?

We have, My Lord. His name is Ivanhoe.

Your son, master.

I have no son.

You may have disowned him, but he's still your flesh and blood,

and worthy of his Saxon name.

He is worthy of scorn and nothing else.

[Wamba as jester] Oh, what a disgrace.

Oh, what a pity. My son ran off and left the city.

Next!

Who's next?

Your Grace, there are none left now who will meet the challengers.

[Cedric shouts] Is it possible.

Will they let these Normans invaders take the day?

The very honor of England is at stake.

Surely you...

How annoying that we should finish so early.

So quickly.

And yet our company to know that the three strongest knights

on this field, are loyal only to you.

Your Majesty.

It's him.

It's him. The Pilgrim.

Ah, Desdichado, the Disinherited Knight. Welcome.

You have your choice.

However, the outcome will remain the same.

I'm disappointed.

Would that I trade places with you Front.

Never.

This one is mine.

A Saxon. I'll wager he's a Saxon.

[Brian] May I hope that you will now give me the opportunity?

What a shame, Brian.

Now, you will never get your chance.

Who is he?

Find out who he is.

Have you confessed yourself this morning

that you peril our life so frankly?

The sharp end!

They will use the points.

Prepare yourself, then. Look your last upon the sun.

Hold it!

You're allowed the lance only.

[Marshal] You're not allowed the sword!

You, Disinherited Knight,

we proclaim you the champion of this day's tournament!

We shall meet again tomorrow. When there are none to part us!

Brave knight, we commend your valor.

and we award you this valiant steed to match your courage.

You call yourself the Disinherited One

By what other name shall we know you?

As a stranger in our land, you may require assistance

in your choice of the Queen.

Let us say to you that the fair Alicia

is considered the first in beauty as in place.

Would you present your lance?

You may now indicate your choice.

[ heralds] - Largesse! Largesse to the gallant knight

-loomed against the Queen of Love and Beauty.

[crowd] Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty!

[crowd] Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty!

You can't just waste your whole life in bitterness, father.

Bitterness? You speak of bitterness?

What would you have me be?

Our Lord and Master, Prince John, demands twice the contribution

I gave him last month.

Contribution. [Sigh] It's a ransom.

But surely King Richard will return to England and resume his throne.

What difference does it make to us, Richard or John, in this...

...wicked country, we shall always be persecuted.

No. All Christians are not the same.

Think of the gallant knight who fought today.

Ah, now there was a brave and noble youth.

I'll wager that pilgrim was Jewish.

Yes, Thieslen?

There's a stranger at the door, sire. He wishes to speak to you.

Does he look dangerous?

I don't believe so. He wears the garments of the pilgrim.

Ahhhh.

Veil yourself.

My friend.

Sir.

Forgive my intrusion.

I am here to pay my debt to you.

Debt? What debt?

I owe you my life.

Not at all.

My daughter, Rebecca.

I am honored.

You owe me nothing. You paid me back in full

today at the tournament.

May I offer you a goblet of wine.

Nevertheless, I have brought your horse, and I have here

the price of the armor.

Keep them. They're yours.

Why, I feel I must at least pay you something.

My father owes you a far deeper kindness

than any steeds or arms could pay.

Please, let us look upon it as our debt to you.

For his life.

If that is your wish.

Eh, your wine?

Forgive me, please. I must prepare myself

for tomorrow's encounter.

Sir, you've been far too generous.

I'm honored to have met you.

Thank you I bid you goodnight.

[Wamba, the jester] Whoo, whoo!.... Whoo.

Oh, you frighten me.

- Wait. I will leave and come back again.

- Whoo, whoo. There.

- Are you frightened, now?

Tell me. Tell me at once.

Who was the mysterious knight? Who was he?

Whoo...

Oh, Wamba, please, don't play games with me.

What did he say?

His voice could not be heard.

His face. His eyes, his nose, his mouth could not be seen.

Why?

He wasn't there!

Oh.

Gone!

Into the night. A good knight.

Gone, into the good knight.

I think it best.

Best?

Would not Ivanhoe, if he were here?

Would not Ivanhoe be jealous!

Reign, you champion.

He'd have no reason.

I am faithful to Ivanhoe.

Ummm?

Would Cedric marries you to the noble hog, Athelstane?

Never.

He will insist.

And I will refuse.

Halt!

Wamba.

Well?

What did she say?

Did you talk to her?

She hasn't forgotten me?

Well, tell me, she hasn't forgotten me.

My Lady is fair. She would have a prayer.

For me?

For the brave knight who won the day.

Are they the same?

What's your name?

Be gone, you knave!

Whoo....

Be gone!

[herald] The Queen of Love and Beauty

shall be guided to her throne by our royal liege Prince John!

Where is Athelstane?

Master, that is a question.

Is he getting ready for the combat?

He's a guest of the noble lord Gurthog.

When I saw them last, they were eating venison,

an enormous beast!

Be it known, it is forbidden to thrust with a sword.

You may strike only.

A mace or battle axe may be used at pleasure.

But the dagger is forbidden.

Any knight unhorsed may renew the combat on foot.

Any knight who breaks the rules of this tournament,

will be subjected to public ridicule and stripped of his arms!

Glory to the brave!

Very well, let them begin.

You can stop the combat at any moment.

Stop it! By the light of heaven, I will not.

He gains the prize yesterday. Let the others now have their turn.

Hold!

Stop the conflict!

Honor to the brave!

Glory to the brave.

To the brave! Glory to the brave!

[crowd] To the brave! Glory to the brave!

His head must be bared to accept the chaplet.

Ivanhoe!

The chaplet, My Lady.

I bestow upon you, Sir Knight. This chaplet as a gift of honor

for this day's victory.

And upon these fearful wounds

no worthy wreath of chivalry could ever be placed.

Help him.

Help him!

Your own son! Will you do nothing?

My son has left my house. He has deserted my country.

He has forsaken the Saxon cause. He is no son of mine!

Please, help him quickly, father.

How?

Take him to our house.

But he's a Christian. By our laws we can't deal

with him, except in commerce.

He is gravely wounded, and by our hearts

we cannot refuse him.

Think, if he should die in our care.

He will not die, unless we abandon him,

and if so, we must announce it for his blood to God.

Quickly, his enemies are all about.

[De Bracy] Wilfred of Ivanhoe, there is more to this than one day's battle!

If Ivanhoe has returned from the Holy Land,

can King Richard be far behind?

Well, let him come. We'll crown his brother

before Richard can gather his forces.

Then we'll take Richard and welcome to him.

I, Brian de'Bert make you this solemn promise

I shall meet this... Wilfred of Ivanhoe

in mortal combat,... and send him to eternity.

Stay there!

Get back there, get back. Get back.

Who is it? Who is it that bears him away?

Someone thought kind of him with your grace.

On the road.

My Lady.

You.

My father and I.

We bought you here to care for your wounds.

We have special herbs, ways of curing wounds.

Though we never inflict them.

Herbs.

Secret preparations handed down to us

since the days of Solomon.

You should be able to bear armor again within eight days.

You may rest at our home in York, until you health is restored.

We leave in the morning.

Is there not [gasp] someone else here in Ashby who,

who could look after me until I...

Not a step forward, today.

My dear, noble maiden, I...

No, I am not a noble.

I am but a poor Jewess.

Is it our race, then?

Is that why you do not wish to travel with us?

I, uh...I, uh...I have no wish to inconvenience you.

I accept you service, gratefully.

Rest, now.

I leave you.

Your Majesty.

Arise.

Did you find him?

At the house of Isaac. The Jew of York.

They plan to take him to York in the early morning.

[sigh] That was a stroke of good luck.

I shall meet with Willoughby, Forbes and Willister at York

within the week.

All my forces will be gathered there to challenge my brother.

You're traveling alone?

I must for the moment. You may retire, now.

- Oh, and Philippe. - Your Majesty.

A good night's work.

Thank you, Your Majesty.

Well, where is she? Where is our Queen of the tournament?

Is she...?

Yes. She is your ward, is she not?

Where is the Lady Rowena?

She is exhausted by today's events, she...

begs leave to decline your courteous invitation.

We are not accustomed by such a refusal from our

appointed Queens. It is traditional that they attend.

Your customs are not our customs.

Well! Perhaps you'll not object if we drink a beaker

to the champion of this passage of arms,

to your son, Wilfred of Ivanhoe?

I cannot drink.

To your own son?

He deserted us. He left his house, his country,

to fight in foreign lands with your brother, King Richard.

Then let us hope my brother holds him in more esteem than you.

I cannot forgive him. I will not forgive him.

A willful youth who refuses the commands and customs of his fathers.

I fill my cup.

To Cedric...himself.

This...ward of yours, the Lady Rowena.

Yes?

A rose of loveliness.

And I trust a jewel of worth.

A Saxon of large possessions.

It is my intention that she marry this gallant and

noble knight, Athelstane. The last of the royal line of Saxons.

- Uh.

But, then...she is a minor, is she not, and she is therefore

at our disposal in marriage.

Indeed. Uh, what do you think, De Bracy?

I'm told you're attracted to the Lady.

Would you find it pleasing to take her as your bride?

If her lands are to my liking,... I will hold myself bound

to your Highness' wishes. Huh.

The day my ward marries a Norman,

will be that Norman's last day on earth.

Hold. Sit down! Both of you.

We've invited these honored guests here this evening

and they shall remain honored guests.

We've offered a toast to Cedric of Rothrwood

and now we pray you,... name us some woman in return.

It is a hard task for the conquered to sing the praises of his conqueror.

Yet, I will name a Norman, even though he led my only son astray

he is still the best of your unfortunate race.

I drink this goblet to the health of King Richard the Lion-hearted.

And now I hope you will excuse us, we have remained here long enough.

Up, noble Athelstane.

We bid you good night.

I'm afraid, Your Majesty, that the Saxon dogs have retreated in triumph.

It isn't possible, is it?

Could Richard be back in England again?

What does it matter. You have reserves, us here

of Maurice de Bracy, Front de Boeuf and my own humble sort.

Enough for an army!

Here is my toast and solemn pledge:

To Prince John, our next king of England.

[all] Prince John!

[chanting over and over] Prince John!

- Ahhhh. Oh!

- Where is she now. Where is the Lady Rowena?

- Weeping. - Weeping?

Come, we must leave at once!

Would you go without your son?

Ivanhoe has chosen to go his own way. So be it.

- He chose? - He's better fitted now to do

the juggling tricks of the Normans,

than uphold the honor of his English ancestry.

Who was it that defeated the Normans

- at the tournament? - Silence!

Not another word. We leave at once.

- Your Highness. - Yes.

This arrived this morning... from France.

Noooo!

What is it?

Uh...the Devil is unchained.

- Take heed... - Richard?

He's escaped from France.

He's back in England.

We mustn�t lose a moment, Your Highness.

Call your troops together at York,

and meet, whatever force he has head-on!

Your Highness.

At once.

My friends.

My friends, we ride for York.

York?

We join Prince John within the fortnight.

For what purpose?

For the purpose of beating King Richard.

At last.

York is only a three day journey. We have plenty of time.

Of course. You shall be my guests at Torquson on the way.

Tankards and venison enough to fill even your fat bellies.

What do you say?

Halt!

Halt, William.

Here, what are you doing? Why did you stop?

Bandits.

Bandits, there are no bandits!

Yeah, in the woods, maybe. We're leaving.

You can't do that. You can't leave us here!

No? We're going.

No, stop! You can't take those horses.

Those are my property!

Thieves!

Thieves.

Here.

Drink this.

There.

Rest now.

Rest.

They were hired to take us to York!

They've got my money. Why should they care?

We are deserted.

Oh, God of Abraham, what have I done?

Why must they smite us so?

Father, look!

May God make them merciful.

Hold.

I greet you warmly, sir.

I trust you are in good health.

Who are you? Speak plainly, infidel.

I'm Isaac of York. I hired a guard of men to escort us to York,

but they've deserted us, as you can see.

Why?

They say there were bandits in the forest,

but, heh, heh, who am I to talk.

I beg you to let us travel under your protection.

Dogs if infidels, out of the way!

Sir, may I speak, please.

We have someone here.

An old person who is gravely ill.

I beg you to let this sick person be transported with care,

under your protection.

It is no concern of ours.

Wait.

If this poor person is truly in peril of life,

and if these two kind and earnest people cannot defend themselves,

well then we must, in all charity, give them help.

So be it. They may travel in the rear.

What is it? What's the alarm?

No alarm, sir. All is ready for you at the castle.

We only wish to inform you, there is a party of Saxons

in the forest there below.

You know them?

Cedric of Rotherwood, the Lady Rowena and the noble knight, Athelstane.

How large is the party?

Ten or eleven. Servants and all.

My good friend, De Bracy, I wager that the hour has struck.

What?

It's time for us to deliver your wife.

Your wife, De Bracy, is awaiting you.

What was that?

What?

Ah, uh, nothing.

Huh.

Forgive the intrusion, My Lady.

I am pleased to announce that you are now the guest

of my good friend, Front de Boeuf.

I would sooner, sir, go with bandits.

Much, indeed, that is what you are.

De Bracy, are you certain that you want to marry

this sharp tongue?

[de Boeuf] Well,... what have we here?

[ Brian] I think, perhaps, that we have caught more than

one bird on this occasion.

[de Boeuf] An infidel,

[Brian] and beautiful beyond belief.

We can do you no harm, sir.

We have an old woman here, who needs our care.

She shall have it, I promise you.

[Cedric] Dogs. Norman dogs.

[Athelstane] Barbarians. But surely they will feed us.

Stop.

[first soldier] What is it? What affliction does this old hag have?

[second soldier] I'll not go close enough to find out.

Set her down. Set her down, please.

Well, you may leave.

There. It's all right.

Shhhh. He's here. Rest easy, Ivanhoe.

Don't be alarmed. Don't shout, I beg you.

Where? Are we in York?

We...we are prisoners.

Here ye dog.

Help me. Leave me alone.

[Wamba] Lost again. Lost again. What can I do?

Taken my master. Left the fool.

[Black Knight] Bandit or knave?

I am neither, sir.

Then, what are you?

I am a fool...Wamba, for my master, Cedric of Rotherwood.

The Saxon?

A noble Saxon, sir.

The prisoner.

Prisoner? Where?

Front de Beouf's castle.

His ward, the Lady Rowena and noble Athelstane.

There's also....

Would you mind, sir.

Thank you.

There's also Isaac, the Duke from York,

and his daughter, Rebecca.

They were abducted?

Were, indeed, sir, most certainly.

Just as surely as you and I.

You? I? What are you talking about?

Look about you, sir.

The bushes are moving.

Welcome, welcome, gentlemen. What do you wish, a fool or a knight?

[Robert Locksley's men surround and capture them, not knowing who they are]

Release him.

The Black Knight.

The tournament at Ashby. You saved young Ivanhoe.

You hold that against me?

Against you?

There is nothing more dear to me than the life of an Englishman.

If you are as good an Englishman as you are a knight,

then I hold you in esteem. Why do you pass our way?

Shortest distance to York.

Then you must stay awhile.

Taste our hospitality.

Please, I entreat you. Mutually loving this one.

Help save my master.

He speaks of Cedric of Rotherwood.

The Lady Rowena. The noble Athelstane.

Prisoners, all of them. Prisoners in the castle

of Front de Boeuf.

For myself, I would join any enterprise to save them.

Where's Little John?

He's away from Torquilton.

And Will Scarlet?

He's just arrived.

Where's Friar Tuck?

Did you call, my lord?

- Where have you been?

Why, at Vespers, saying prayers for all good Englishmen.

It appears you've been drinking. More than usual.

Perhaps a pious taste or two of our sacred wine.

Do you think you are in suitable condition to give a

service in combat?

Hmmm, wazzz, a hissing here and a weakness here. I don't know...

Yes, they have good passed away. I am ready!

Take shun, my wicked priest!

[Robin Hood] Let us be off, Black Knight.

The fool will lead us to his master.

You want my life?

Do you want my wealth?

Is it too much for you Normans, that we Saxons still hold land

in this, our own country?

Very well, then. Put us to death.

I ask only that you free the Lady Rowena in honor and safety.

Norman swine!

My God, who would have thought,

that you, the descendent of Saxon kings,

should the prisoner of a vile Norman

in the very hall in which our ancestors held court.

Perhaps, they'll hold us to a moderate ransom.

Dogs.

Oh, my tongue cleaves to my palette.

If they ever gone to send us wine.

Why don't you sit down, my lady.

If I am in the presence of my jailor, sir, I will stand.

Dearest lady, you are in the presence of your captive, not your jailor.

I don't know you, sir.

And no man dressed in spurs and wearing chains would intrude

himself upon an unprotected lady.

It's my misfortune, that I'm not known to you.

I hope the name of De Bracy is known to all in deeds of chivalry.

De Bracy? I see no deeds of chivalry on this day.

You are unjust, Lady Rowena.

Won't you allow at least the passion of a man

drawn by your great beauty?

Sir, you speak the common language of a minstrel.

Perhaps bold language best justifies bold action.

I tell you now, you will never leave this place

unless you leave it as the wife of Maurice de Bracy.

Your wife!

Oh, I know, you have great pride. I admire that.

It makes you even more suited to take your place beside me.

When I do marry, sir, it will not be to one who

despises the manner in which I have been brought up.

Huh huh.

Perhaps you dream that King Richard will resume the throne.

That is an empty dream. I can promise you that.

His fate will be as hopeless as that of Ivanhoe.

What?

Ivanhoe!

Ah.

Do I see a touch of tenderness, at last?

Where is he? Do you know where he is?

I do.

Tell me, I beg you.

He lies gravely wounded in a turret room above.

I don't believe you.

You didn't take the trouble to look. You traveled in the horse litter,

with Isaac, the Jew of York,

Now, were I to inform our host of this, Ivanhoe will no longer breathe, at all.

Smile....dear lady.

Simply smile at my proposal, and you will have nothing to fear.

I can't believe that your purpose could be so wicked,

and your power so great.

There are others. Cedric, your guardian.

The fate of all depends on your decision.

Lady Rowena, I would rather you kept your original anger

than this.

Be assured, please. You have no reason for tears, as yet.

I will leave you now.

To dwell upon your decision.

Four towers.

Only 12 sentries.

That's all we see, but Front de Boeuf has a powerful garrison.

Well, here's to a noble victory.

Is this what you came for?

The emeralds are beautiful, and the diamonds, what brilliance,

but they cannot match for a moment, the brilliance of your eyes.

They can buy you pleasure.

No, for you I demand a ransom of love.

I'd accept no other coin.

We have nothing of common between us.

Our union would be contrary to laws church and synagogue, alike.

A union!

Do you think I would marry a Jewess?

Heh. Not if she were the Queen of Sheba.

And besides, it's against my vows as Knight Templar,

to take any woman as my wife.

Does your order justify carnal lust and debauchery?

I've spoken mildly, thus far,

but now my language shall be that of the conqueror.

By the laws of all nations you are subject to my will,

and I'll not give up an inch of that right.

Nor will I give a barrance, if you refuse to hear my commands.

If you wish, use me Knight Templar,

and I will proclaim it from one end of Europe to the other,

so all will learn that you have sinned with a Jewess!

And you should be accursed for having dishonored the cross you wear.

You are keen-witted.

But your voice would have to be loud indeed

to be heard beyond the walls of his castle.

Still, you can be saved.

Submit to me freely, and you will go forth in such state

that many a Norman lady would envy you.

Submit to you! I spit at you, sir!

I defy you!

I will give myself to the God of Abraham first.

Stay where you are.

Just one foot more, and I'll jump.

I swear by earth and sky, I will offer you no offence.

You have taught me not to trust you.

I swear by this cross and the sword at my side

I will do you no injury.

Not for yourself, but for your father's sake, step down!

I have broken many a law and many a commandment,

but never my word.

Very well. Let there be peace between us.

I am...I am not always what you have seen here.

Selfish and relentless.

I shall return, and I shall hope to find you more receptive.

You hope in vain.

Now, accursed dog of an accursed race. Do you see these scales?

In these scales you will place a thousand silver pounds.

Silver.

I am not an unreasonable. If silver be scarce for you,

I will not refuse gold.

I beg you sir, it is too much.

[chuckling] Look about you, infidel.

Prisoners a thousand times more distinguished than you

have died within these walls.

But for you, we have reserved a long, lingering death.

There! [clash of steel]

On this warm couch will you lie.

Stripped of your clothes.

The fire shall be kept warm beneath you.

And we shall place oil on your limbs, lest...lest you burn too quickly.

How can the God who made you make anyone capable of such cruelty?

You have only to pay the ransom.

I must seek help before this to tell me when and where must it be delivered.

Yeah.

Yeah, to be counted before my eyes.

My daughter, you must allow my daughter to go to York,

and then under your safe conduct, as soon as man and horse can return,

the treasure can be weighed in your scales.

Your daughter? Huh huh, no, no, that's impossible. It's too late.

Too late?

Yes, I took her to be your concubine. I've already given her to Brian Guilbert.

Hayyygt!...Ahhhgh take this! [crash]

Take all you want! Take ten times more.

Make me a beggar in the street! Here!

Pierce me through with your sword! Place me on you fire!

But in the name of God, I beg you to spare Rebecca.

I've already given my word to Brian Guilbert.

I would not break it for you or 10 more Jews.

- You must... - Must?!

You're but a Jew, YOU MUST PAY MY RANSOM!

Thief! Villain! I will pay you nothing.

Not one penny will I pay you unless my daughter is delivered in safety and honor!

You've lost your senses, old man.

Do imagine that your flesh has some charm against scalding metal and boiling oil?

Do what you will. My daughter is my flesh and blood.

She's dearer to me, 10 times dearer, than these-------that you threaten.

All right, take my life! And tell the world

that the Jew knew how to disappoint the Christian.

STRAP HIM!

Now.

Leave him.

I will be back.

Ugh.

What happened?

Nothing.

Nothing, Ivanhoe, we're still prisoners.

Have you spoken to them yet?

No.

I thought....I thought I heard someone here.

Drink this.

No, no.

I feel so dizzy.

It's only water.

Cool water.

I saw you.

What?

In the light.

By the opening there.

Standing in the light.

Oh, you angel.

Oh, dear God! If I can only get my strength back.

You will.....You will.

A message has arrived... in the Saxon hand.

Can anyone read it?

Here.

Where'd you get this?

It was delivered to the gate.

- Well?

It's a letter of defiance!

Defiance!

"I, Wanda, the son of Witless, Jester and Fool to the noble Cedric of Rotherwood,

"charge you with wrongfully seizing upon the persons of the said Cedric,

"Lady Rowena, Athelstane, and their serfs and bondsmen."

Ha, ha, ha. Is this a jest?

"You have also wrongfully seized Isaac of York, his daughter

"Rebecca and a person, who is sick, with their party."

HA, HA, HA. The insolence!

"You will deliver to us within the hour all of those

"whom I have named. Failure to do so will bring you destruction."

A fool, indeed.

"I have the assistance of many allies, including the noble Black Knight."

Black Knight?

You remember, at the tournament.

"And that of the stout yeoman, Robert Locksley."

Locksley?

The Devil, himself.

I know the name. I know the man.

Here in the forest they call him...Robin Hood.

I promise you, he would not attempt such insolence

unless he were...were not supported by many strong hands.

Now, see what you're done! I give you the use of my castle

and you bring this...this...this hornets nest down upon me!

Hornets? No.

Stingless drones, I would say.

For one knight is enough against 20 such peasants.

These yeomen know their work.

And, besides, the best of my men are in York

along with your own force De Bracy.

Would they dare to storm the castle?

They would indeed. We must buy time.

This message will go to the Fool [Wamba].

"We receive no defiances from slaves and outlaws.

"If the person calling himself the Black Knight claims any chivalry

"he should know that he stands degraded

"in the present company."

Uh huh. To the point, Guilbert.

For what purpose will this message serve?

"We ask you in Christian chivalry to send a man of God to us,

"to receive the last confessions of the prisoners, before they are

"executed at dawn tomorrow."

They plan to execute the prisoners.

You must be mistaken.

No, I've told you the words just as they are set down.

Then we must storm the castle

I think it a ruse, simply to gain time.

They wouldn't dare go through with it.

Then we shall ignore it!

No better we know what's happening there.

They ask for a man of God to hear confessions.

Let us send them one.

Me.

I would rather kill ten of the enemy than confess one Christian.

Or put aside the Friar's frock.

I'm dressed for combat, now, and only combat.

- I'd say we storm the castle. - Not yet.

Is there anyone else here that would take on the part

of a father confessor?

Who, huh,...

Who but a fool would put his head

where the wise man refuses?

What do I say to these Normans?

Lon date dominos omnes.....

No....No dahteh...

Pax vobiscum.

That will be enough.

That will suffice. D'you have it?

Pax...vobiscum.

[exaggerated] Pax vobiscum.