Original subtitles

[Whip cracking]

- I know who you are, lord ivanhoe.

You stood beside Richard on the walls of ascalon

as he trampled my banner underfoot.

Archduke Leopold was insulted.

Let me tell him where to find

the lionheart and all this will end.

- No.

- Why come to Vienna?

Does Richard meet with someone?

Where is he to be found?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[Ivanhoe groans]

He will not be harmed.

The king of england is too valuable a prize.

You, on the other hand...

[Whip cracking]

Where is Richard?

[Dramatic choral symphony music]

[Dog panting]

[Dog yelps]

[Pigs snorting]

- [Wamba] Come on!

Come on! - Hey!

Hey, where's that dog?

- [Wamba] Hey, hey, hey, get back!

Can we go home now?

- [Gurth] One, two...

- [wamba] Gurth!

[Pig squeals]

What's wrong?

- One's gone missing.

Lord Cedric will break my back.

- [Wamba] Oh, we'd better go look for it, then.

Oh, I'll go and look, shall I?

- Well, someone's gotta look after them.

You don't know nothing about pigs, do ya?

- And if you could keep that dog of yours here,

doing his job half right, I wouldn't have

to know anything about pigs, would I?

[Boot squelches] Oh!

[Gurth laughs]

Pigs!

- I don't know where he's got to.

Fang!

[Wolves howling]

- Maybe a wolf's got him.

[Fang growls and howls]

- One more.

[Fang hisses]

[Fang barks]

- [Roars] Kill it!

I'll have that one yet!

- They've been hunting here for years.

- So they've had their turn, haven't they?

We all have new masters now.

[Cart creaking]

- A gift from god, sir Brian,

the soft rains of england to welcome you

from the parched hell of Palestine.

It's a pity king Richard's not here to share it.

- I'm sure it rains in Austria.

- Oh, yes, my lord, but not within a prison cell.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[Horse whinnies]

England is a very different place since you were last here,

sir Brian, but they do say prince John exerts himself

tirelessly to raise his brother's ransom.

- I'm sure they do.

- It's a sad condition for a country

to be so long without her king.

- But we bear with fortitude, do we not, monsignor?

- Ah, we do, sir Brian, we do.

- Whoa! [Horse whinnies]

- Huh?

Hog!

- I see it! - Aha!

[Horses clomping]

[Suspenseful orchestral music]

[Hog squealing]

Aha!

We shall feast on Saxon swine tonight, sir Brian!

[Men grunting]

Kill it, kill it!

[Blade squelches] [Hog squeals]

- Normans, look what they've done to him.

Look what they've done to my dog

what would they want to go and do that for?

- Because they can.

- We weren't hunting or nothing.

What did he do to deserve that?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[Hog thuds]

- [Brian] We'll make camp in an hour.

- For my own comfort, I care nothing,

of course, but the dignity of my office

[thunder rumbling]

Would prefer a feather bed and a cup of wine.

- Pampered priest!

- Especially when there are houses nearby

who will gladly offer shelter.

- Gladly, prior aymer?

- They will do it all the same.

- No!

- [Cedric] Rowena!

You've always known you were to marry him.

- [Rowena] I've always known it's what you wanted!

- [Cedric] A father has a right

to ordain a marriage of his child.

- You are not my father.

- Have I not raised you?

Have I not loved you as my own?

- No, and well for it.

Your own child you cast out for his crime of loving me.

Your own child has his honor as a knight mocked

in every alehouse and ne'er a word said against it from you!

Ivanhoe... - Ivanhoe is dead!

[Mysterious orchestral music]

I will not speak his name again.

By the gods, Rowena, I have loved you!

I never thought to see you turn against me.

- And I have loved thee, sir.

I never thought you would force me to this marriage.

- Athelstane is a good, kind man,

an honorable and worthy man.

- Aye, as was your son, my lord,

whatever they say in the alehouse.

- Rowena!

[Dog barking]

Rowena!

You will not talk to me like that in my house!

- Well, then let me stay in this house

and you will never hear less than gentle words from me!

Marry me to athelstane for his name if you must,

but let me live chastely here!

- A son is needed.

- No! - Enough!

You will marry athelstane!

And you will sit at my table tonight!

[Fire crackling]

See to your work!

- [Gurth] Pig!

- Pig!

- Here, pig, pig!

[Horse nickers]

- Benedicite, god's blessing on you.

Knowest thou of safe harborage in the vicinity

where a good man for love of mother church

may offer hospitality to two of her humblest servants?

- [Gurth] Eh?

[Horse whinnies]

- Yes, now it's one fool talking to another. [Laughs]

I can understand what he says, gurth. [Laughs]

Oh, aye, well, if you weren't the humblest servants

of mother church, I'd say follow this road for 10 miles,

you'll come to the priory at brinksby,

where they live rich and soft.

But, as you are the humblest servants,

the poor hermitage of reith is two miles that way.

- Does not Cedric of rotherwood live close by?

- Yes, he does, but a man of god in a Saxon household?

- Can you tell me the way?

- Yes, I can.

- Then pray do so.

- Oh, right, half a mile down this road, you'll come

to a fork with a large oak in the center of it.

Take the north road for half a mile, then turn west.

You'll come to a stone cross at the center of a crossroads.

Now, you want the east road then, and follow the brook

till you come to the edge of the forest.

It stands before you.

- Ah, pax vobiscum.

- [Wamba] Aye.

[Horses clomping]

- You've sent them to sheffield not rotherwood.

[Cart rattling]

Ah, normans.

[Wamba spits]

[Dramatic orchestral music]

He won't thank you.

- [Wamba] There's so many feasting lady Rowena,

we'll be lucky if there's owt left for us.

[Rain hissing]

[Animal yelping]

[People socializing]

[Upbeat flute music]

- [Athelstane] Ah, Cedric!

- Lord athelstane, welcome to rotherwood, and my family.

- You do me honor, Cedric.

They've traveled from ellingtham

to egburg to witness this marriage.

- Does the Earl of thurnscoe travel with you?

- Thurnscoe's hunting in the borders.

Did you mean me to bring him?

- I meant all the great Saxon lords to be here.

- Ah, well, we will have revelry

enough without him! [Laughs]

- Wine for lord athelstane.

- [Rowena] And to the sins of pride, anger,

and disobedience I also must confess.

- Disobedience to whom?

- [Rowena] My guardian.

- In what matter?

- [Rowena] In the matter of my betrothal.

- Is your betrothed a wicked man?

- No, father.

- Then is he a Norman?

- He's a worthy and honorable Saxon.

- Does your guardian love you?

- He does.

- Then what urges this sin of disobedience?

You have come to church to confess, my daughter!

[Dramatic choral symphony music]

- It is urged by my remembrance of another.

- All flesh must pass away, and with it

must pass desire of the flesh.

Only honor, virtue and the love of god abide.

Return and be guided by your guardian's wisdom.

- Yes, father.

[Rain hissing]

[Thunder rumbling]

[Water splashing]

[Men laughing]

- The happiest day of my life,

the two great Saxon households of rotherwood

and coningsburgh united at last.

- Mm.

- I've waited for this moment.

If the Norman tyrant only knew the Saxon strength

forged in this hall tonight, he'd quake, athelstane.

He'd tremble.

- Well, any delay was none of my choosing, Cedric.

If it weren't for my father's pledge,

I'd have taken a wife years ago.

Where is the lady Rowena?

[People socializing]

- In her apartments.

- Skinny little thing, last time I saw her.

- She has grown into the very image

of a virtuous Saxon maiden, and gently brought up.

Rowena!

- [Woman] She looks all wet.

Oh, she's soaked to the bone!

[Athelstane spits]

- My lord.

[People clapping]

Please forgive me.

[Horse whinnies]

- [Aymer] Ah, the cross!

- [Brian] Not before time, that fool lied to us.

- [Aymer] It won't be long now we know our whereabouts.

You'll like rotherwood, sir Brian.

Lord Cedric keeps a fine table and his ward,

Rowena, is fabled for her beauty.

Whoa!

- Blessings of Jesus Christ be upon you.

[Horse whinnies]

- [Brian] What do you want, pilgrim?

- [Ivanhoe] To travel with you as far

as the Abbey of our lady at sheffield.

It is a dangerous journey for a single...

- we ride to rotherwood.

- But you are on the sheffield road.

The Abbey is free with its hospitality.

They won't regretfully welcome you at...

- you know the place?

- [Ivanhoe] As all do.

- Rashim, hosan!

- [Rashim and hosan] My lord!

- I've had my fill of Saxon lies.

If you know rotherwood, you'll lead us there yourself,

or else you'll go to our lady in person!

[Thunder crashes]

[Horse whinnies]

- Fear not, pilgrim.

They will make us welcome.

[Thunder rumbling]

- [Elgitha] That's enough.

Go on, shoo!

- I can't do it, elgitha.

- You can and you must, my love.

- But why?

- Because that's just the way it is.

- Oh, I must give myself to that ox whenever he wants me?

- You'll get used to it, and after the first child,

well, once a month will suit him fine.

You'll see.

And if the first child is a boy, you'll be able

to bolt your door in no time at all.

- But I can't! - Listen to me.

You've had one true love, and that's more than most.

Now, young ivanhoe's dead...

- it's a lie, isn't it?

The terrible things they say of him, he wouldn't have.

- Well, I can't see it myself,

but you can never tell what folk'll do when...

- when what?

- It's a wicked world, my love,

and you still have the rest of your life to live in it.

So take my advice and do it with a good grace.

Now, is it the black dress or the loved?

- Open the gates!

- [Oswald] Gurth, wamba, is that you?

- [Brian] Open up!

[Horses clopping]

- [Oswald] Hey, wait!

What do you want?

Who are you?

- [Aymer] Eight souls in need of shelter, sirrah.

- [Oswald] We're overflowing with guests as it is!

- [Brian] Saxon cur!

- Hey, hey, I'll speak to my master.

- Do we intrude on some celebration?

- The lady Rowena's betrothal feast.

- Oh, well then, my arrival is fortunate.

I shall bless the joyous couple.

Come, sir pilgrim!

[Gurth barking] [Pigs squealing]

- [Gurth] Go on, you!

- Look.

- Fastest journey to sheffield and back I ever saw.

[People socializing]

- My lords! - What?

- There's a company of normans

at the gate demanding shelter.

- [Laughs] Who are they?

- Sir Brian De bois-guilbert and prior aymer.

- I would wish the knights anywhere but in my house.

Have you not heard of the knights templar?

- Aye, warrior monks.

- Bend to no authority but their grand master

and the pope in Rome, a danger to themselves and all of us.

Bid them welcome.

- [Athelstane] Is that wise?

- Would you have them say lord Cedric lives in fear?

Bid them enter.

Tell the lady Rowena to keep to her room.

- Yes, my lord.

- This is a betrothal feast.

Why should I have...

- would you lose your wife before you wed her?

- [Rowena] But will it be worth it?

- [Elgitha] Hm?

- Why will a great Saxon nation unite and rise

to overthrow prince John all because I'm wed to athelstane?

- Your father thought so.

Cedric believes it.

- Yes.

- Your father, pax be with him in his requiescat,

he were a good and clever man.

He knew what he was doing when he wanted you

bound to the house of coningsburgh.

And not just because of the power that goes with it.

Athelstane and his family would

be a good true kinfolk for you.

- I know.

[Oswald clears throat]

- Yes?

- Lord Cedric asked that lady Rowena

keep to her room tonight.

- Why?

- [Oswald] Outlanders, lady.

There's a templar and a Norman priest.

- A templar?

From the holy land?

- What are you doing?

Rowena, if athelstane's an ox,

then the templars are ravening wolves!

- But they may have some news from Palestine.

They may even know what actually happened.

- You heard Cedric's order!

- Please?

- Oh, all right.

[People socializing]

- [Aymer] For the grace of god

and the Providence of the earth,

in the name of the blessed St. hilda, we give thanks.

- [Cedric] You offer a Saxon grace?

- It would surely be uncivil to do otherwise.

- Come here!

Wretches!

Where have you been?

You brought back my herd and left them

for robbers and outlaws.

- They are safe...

- that does not please me!

I've thought the worst for two hours.

- Uncle, uncle, one of the swine

broke loose and the dog couldn't find it.

- [Cedric] Then hang the dog!

- Nor his fault neither.

He were caught and his claws were drawn.

- Who dares maim my beasts?

I'll strike his hands off!

- You cannot strike the hand off a demon, uncle!

Only a demon could maim a dog

and make a pig vanish into thin air.

- What?

- No civilized man would do that, uncle,

and we met none but civilized men.

Did we, gurth?

- No.

- You would be wise, then, to learn their ways.

[Beads rattling]

[People laughing]

Get out!

[People socializing]

[Horse clopping]

- [Oswald] What do you want?

This is a Christian household.

There's no room here for your kind.

- Please, a little food and roof

for the night, or I perish from the cold.

- [Oswald] Then die, and rid the world

of one more piece of filth!

- [Ivanhoe] Who is it?

- [Oswald] It's a begging Jew!

- [Ivanhoe] Is there not enough food for one more?

- My lord Cedric doesn't serve dead infants to his guests.

- Then this guest will be very glad to hear it.

[People socializing]

- The tournament will be, lord Cedric,

a spectacle not to be missed.

- As you say, lord prior, a spectacle not to be missed

by those wanting to keep their heads.

- And will you be offering a challenge, lord...

- No!

- [Brian] Then the flower of Norman chivalry

will have one thing less to fear.

- [Cedric] Who's that?

- It's a begging Jew, calling himself Isaac of York.

I tried to turn him away, but...

- [Cedric] Let him have a place.

- A Jew, lord Cedric?

Sitting company with a man of god

and a defender of the holy sepulchre?

- My hospitality will not be bounded

by your dislikes, templar.

It's a Saxon custom.

- [Bearded townsman] There's room here.

- Thank you.

- Now, eat!

[People laughing]

Come on, eat!

- [Ivanhoe] Swine flesh is not to his taste.

- A betrothal feast without the betrothed, lord Cedric?

Is this another Saxon custom?

- [Athelstane] Lady Rowena is ill.

[People gasping] - Ah!

[People clapping]

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[People gasping and whooping]

- I would give half of my land to see her in full health.

[People cheering]

- I told you to keep to your room.

- What should I fear under your protection, my lord?

- The lady's joy at her betrothal

has restored her to health.

Now, you can celebrate properly.

- Aye, I may.

Wamba!

- [Wamba] My lord.

- Tonight, lords, I give Rowena,

daughter of the line of hereward,

in betrothal to athelstane...

- [athelstane] Yes!

- Son of the line of Alfred the great!

[People clapping]

Maintain her with the strength of the oak.

Guard her with the vigilance of the Thorn.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

Cling to him with the constancy of the Ivy.

Abide by him with the virtue of the Lily.

And share fruitfulness.

Give them wassail!

[People cheering]

Wassail!

Wassail!

Wassail!

- Wassail.

- Templar, our Saxon maidens have

seen too little of the sun to bear

the fixed glance of a crusader.

- The lady's pardon.

- Let us hope she is less shy tomorrow at the tournament.

[People muttering]

- Hope as you may, she will not be there.

- Surely you will not deny the champion the opportunity

to name her the queen of love and beauty?

- These tournaments are just a Norman fancy.

We care not who you choose.

- And there are Norman maids aplenty

more worthy of the title.

[People exclaiming]

But you underestimate your countrymen, athelstane.

When they are drunk on free Norman ale,

they'll even delight in watching their own challengers fall.

- Was that how the mighty saladin

was forced into submission?

With free Norman ale?

[People laughing]

- His nation also submitted to the force of Norman arms.

- Ah, now, was it not a Christian

force of both normans and saxons?

- Aye! - Aye!

- Or do you deny Saxon valor in the holy land

as you seem to deny it in these tournaments of yours?

- Enough, you insult our guests.

- When I encounter Saxon valor,

I shall admit it freely.

- Your ward does you credit, lord Cedric.

Loyalty is a rare virtue.

- Oh, I think of all men, lord Cedric is most aware of that.

His son's infamy is the stock and trade

of every balladeer in england!

- And every word a lie!

Ivanhoe did not betray his king!

- How do you know?

Were you there?

- [Ivanhoe] Were you?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

- Aye, pilgrim, I was.

I fought with Leopold's soldiers

when they came for king Richard,

I, alone, when ivanhoe had deserted us.

- [Ivanhoe] Then we have only your word.

- Do you dispute my word?

- I dispute your honor, sir, to slander

those who may not defend themselves.

Oh, by god, sir Brian De bois-guilbert,

if I were a man, I would take up the shield of ivanhoe,

ride against you at your tournament

and show you the nature of Saxon valor!

[People cheering] - Well done, my lady!

- [Laughs] Athelstane, you'll have to use

a short rope to bring this one to heel.

- Templar, we saxons do not treat our women

like hounds who must have their claws drawn,

nor like swine to be butchered for sport!

- I'll not stand for your...

- we all stand, sir Brian, to drink

to the valor and beauty of the lady Rowena.

And we give fervent thanks she is not a knight in armor.

The lady Rowena.

[People cheering]

[Dramatic orchestral music]

Long life and happiness!

May her beauty never fade!

- So you think it wrong that I should provide

my subjects with such lavish entertainment?

I'd hate them to say that prince John

is less generous than king Richard.

- Sire, I should warn you.

There are those that will say that such generosity

ill befits one who is having such difficulty

raising a ransom for his brother.

- And how much money does this country

have to spend on that devil?

He's already stripped it to the bone

for his blessed crusade.

I give them peace, stability.

I give them this.

Tomorrow, they shall have blood.

No, it's money well spent.

- Ah, let us hope that it will benefit us.

- Us, fitzurse?

- Say that I shall never be chancellor

and I shall leave you to make your own decisions.

[Woman yelping]

[People socializing]

- Oh, let me through.

Right.

I can flay a stag.

I can bring down a wild boar

and I don't need friends to do it.

Hey, you?

Have ye some more wine?

- Forgive him, Rowena.

He's overcome with emotion.

- He's overcome with something.

- Hold your tongue.

- Cedric, I am now betrothed to the man

that you and my father chose for me.

I shall honor him and I shall obey him,

but do not ask me to love him.

- Drink some wine, templar.

Cheer up.

[Burps] Sorry, wine?

Wine? [Groans]

[Rowena groans]

- They're drinking well tonight, monsignor.

- I cannot prevent a betrothal feast

becoming a battleground single-handed.

And a Jew!

- How much do you owe him?

- Enough, enough.

The priory will have to sell more than one gold chalice.

And if he broached the subject here amongst these peasants,

it's more than gold that's at stake, sir Brian.

My pride is in mortal danger.

- Two men's pride threatened the same night,

we can't have that now, can we?

[Board thuds]

- You were far away.

- I never thought my journey would bring me here.

- Well for me that it did, there are not many

who will defend a poor Jew in these times.

- Perhaps they believe there are not

many poor Jews to be defended.

- Give thanks you were not born a Jew.

Forbidden all trades except usury and then despised

for getting our living the only way we can.

- [Gurth] The last little more of that boar up there.

- [Wamba] Happy day, happy heart.

- [Gurth] She didn't look happy.

- You'd think she'd been crowned

with periwinkle like a condemned man.

- You, make your bed out there with the swineherd.

Pilgrim, there are loads here who pay

with wine for tales from the holy land.

- [Ivanhoe] They've heard more than enough already.

- [Oswald] Then you can sleep out there as well.

- Gladly.

- Fang.

[Fang barks]

[Cow moos]

- I mean you no harm, lady.

- Ah, pilgrim, I wanted to talk to you.

I thought I saw you leave, come.

- [Ivanhoe] Have I changed so much?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

No ghost, Rowena.

- [Rowena] Ivanhoe.

- You are betrothed.

- [Rowena] I have never loved any but you.

- But you are betrothed to another.

- Then let us fly from this place.

You are known to be dead.

They will never find us.

- I would not dishonor you.

- I will leave my clothes at the riverbank.

Let them think me dead also.

Ivanhoe, I could bear to be parted from you by death,

but do not ask me to part from you within life.

- I must, lady.

There are tales told against me.

I will not rest, nor come back to this house,

till I face the man who has destroyed my honor.

No, wait.

When I have proved myself innocent,

I will go to my father and plead our cause on my knees.

- Then the sooner you go...

- [Ivanhoe] You don't ask if there's truth in the tales?

- No, I don't.

[Women laughing]

- I must go.

- Go with god.

[Man speaking in foreign language]

- Shh!

[Suspenseful orchestral music]

Be gone.

- Food.

- Never underestimate the people, sire.

Captive or not, Richard is still their king.

- Shall we resume?

What shall I do?

- As you are doing.

- Buy the hearts of the people

and take the heads of their leaders?

- Oh, there are worse ways, but never ask them

to turn against their rightful king.

Show off your champions tomorrow.

Let bois-guilbert, De bracy and the rest

cover themselves with glory in the tournament.

Oh, but it must be for the glory

of the normans, not the glory of John.

- It's not fair.

[Knight whispers]

- A messenger from France, sire.

- From king Philip, sire.

- Who knows of your coming here?

- None but my master.

Who awaits my safe return.

- Of course.

- [Knight] Hey, you!

[Men grunting]

- The devil, the devil is broke loose!

- [Waldemar] And none now in england but we are aware of it.

- [Groans] What's to be done?

- For the moment, nothing.

- Nothing?

- Nothing.

Sir Brian De bois-guilbert loves you, not Richard.

Embrace him as your chief of arms.

I have spies with Humphrey Bowen

and others loyal to Richard.

Queen Eleanor will help us.

- But mother is in France!

- Rest easy.

We shall hear what she hears.

Sire, we do nothing

until we know more.

[Suspenseful choral symphony music]

[Animals bleating]

[Isaac snoring]

[Isaac gasps]

[Blows thwacking]

[Men grunting] [Metal clanging]

[Log squelches] [Man groans]

[Men grunting]

- I told you before, master wilfred, never trust foreigners.

Sneaky little beggars, them.

[Both chuckling]

I paid a penny for a mass for you, I did.

Think the priest will give it back?

- Who else knows?

- [Gurth] I've not told no one.

I wasn't sure myself at first.

What do we do about these?

- Hey.

- Fetch your own horse, one of theirs for me.

Gurth, get this one.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

- [Gurth] That's pretty.

- Gurth!

- Just saying.

Make it another horse for me.

- I can't let you come with me.

- You're not fit to be let out on your own, are you?

I'd have gone with you the first time

if you'd told me you was going.

- I know.

- I can tell why you've come back

all shaggy-headed, pretending you're a pilgrim.

- I didn't mean to come back.

Where will you go now?

- To my cousin's house near sheffield.

Pursued as an accomplice to murder.

- Fear not, we'll look after you.

- And who'll do the same for us, eh?

- [Rebecca] A dog did this, you say?

- I was told there was a good leech here.

- [Rebecca] I am the doctor.

- [Snickers] You?

There's laws against that sort of thing, you know.

- Drink your wine and lie down.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

- Oh, no, no, no, no godforsaken Jew's

sticking needles in me.

- Then a good Christian will lose

the use of his arm, won't he?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[Fang barks]

- [Hubert] Do you live here by yourself?

- I don't live here at all.

The house belongs to a cousin of my father.

- Then it's lucky I found you, isn't it?

- Indeed it is.

- I always was lucky.

- You drunk all your wine.

- Yeah.

- Believe me, at this moment, master Hubert,

my needle is a great deal sharper than yours.

- [Hubert] Whore of Satan.

- Sleep well.

- [Isaac] We're here.

- [Gurth] These tournaments, they set up their champions

to take on all challengers, and they make damn sure

there's not a Saxon around worth a light.

- [Ivanhoe] Have saxons given up all pride?

- [Gurth] Except for your father, they're not far off.

- [Ivanhoe] Farewell, Isaac.

- I have heard that Christian pilgrims

see glory in humility.

But you're not a pilgrim, are you?

My cousin has a horse and armor taken in surety for a loan.

Borrow them and ride in the tourney.

That's what you want to do, isn't it?

[Horse whinnies]

[Door creaks]

- Oh, I feared you were lost in the storm!

- I'm not lost in the storm, but some food for our visitors.

- Christians?

- [Isaac] A great warrior and his squire,

newly returned from Palestine, and without him...

Who's that?

- The forest warden, savaged by a hound.

I have healed the wound.

- [Isaac] How much did he pay you?

- Nothing yet.

- [Isaac] Food, I'll wake Nathan.

[Gurth laughs]

[Horse nickers]

- Hello, lovely.

- Is it not that if the rider falls,

the horse and armor are lost to the Victor?

- Then I will repay you myself.

This man saved my life, Nathan.

- And he don't often fall off his horse.

Do you, master wilfred?

Not since he was about six, anyway.

- If I fall, sir, then more than

the horse is lost, believe me.

- I have packed some provisions for your journey.

Small repayment for my father's life.

Oh, I wish you well.

- [Isaac] Now...

Oh, yes, the helmet of a champion.

- [Nathan] Now tell me if this is

not the most magnificent armor you ever saw.

- [Isaac] Fit for a royal ransom.

- Pity the knight who lost it.

- Nothing has been lost.

It has been in safekeeping only.

- Truly, is this not a horse and armor fit for a king?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

[Horse nickers]

[Cow moos]

[Wind howling]

[Dramatic choral symphony music]

- Fang, no, don't you dare!

Hanged for getting his living.

- For a rabbit?

- Bastard normans.

- [Brian] Pilgrim.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

- You have a choice.

He is dead, but you may live, my lord bois-guilbert.

The world will learn how lord ivanhoe betrays his king,

begging for my mercy before he dies.

And who will tell them otherwise?

Who will tell them otherwise?

[Ominous orchestral music]

- [Gurth] Not much of a grave for a little 'UN.

- [Ivanhoe] It'll keep him away from mocking eyes.

- [Gurth] You're not gonna say words over him?

- [Ivanhoe] No.

- [Gurth] You've been away a long time, master wilfred.

You don't know the half of what goes on.

- I'm learning.

- [Gurth] Then there's your father.

- What of him?

- He's taken his Bible oath and he won't suffer

to hear your name mentioned in his house.

- In his place, I'd do the same.

- It's not too late.

Go back and see him.

Beg.

- I've been living like a leper,

accused of treachery to my king.

When I've cleared my name, I'll go back to him, not before.

[Dramatic choral symphony music]

- My lord?

- What?

- I'm sorry my behavior last night distressed you.

- It's not you, child.

It's...

Oh, I don't know.

- I should not have provoked such argument.

- Oh, yes, you should, but it was I

that should have defended you, not that pilgrim.

I've spent half my life working towards

a Saxon union, with the strength

to stand against the normans, and that puppy walks in,

a hairy peddler of false relics.

And in two minutes, he calls prince John's greatest knight

a liar, and a slip of a girl challenges him

to armed combat, and I should have done it, years ago!

- Well, then do it now!

- [Cedric] It's too late!

- The earls of egburg and ellingtham

are under your own roof!

Harlthorpe and barnby but moments away.

Now, is it too late?

[Dramatic orchestral music]

- Oswald!

- Forest warden to see prince John!

[Gate creaking]

Sire, the Jews at York must have paid the king's ransom.

He is back from the holy land.

The Jews have equipped him

with a magnificent horse and armor.

Sire, Richard rides in the tourney.

[Dramatic orchestral music]

Sire?

[Fire crackling]

[Dramatic chorale symphony music]

- No more the pilgrim.

[Dramatic chorale symphony music]