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Aedric.

Wild Aedric as he was known.

With a thack and fame.

Like a lord or a king to his people.

Aedric didn't believe England had been
conquered.

Even when a Norman king came and stole
the English crown, he rebelled, and he

retreated into the woods and became an
outlaw.

For many summers, Aedric defied the
king's soldiers, and he and his men

feasted on the king's deer.

What about Goddard, father?

I'm coming to Goddard. One day, when the
cold crept in and the mist, came forth.

Aedric was hunting alone deep in the
forest and he came upon a dwelling and

saw something that no man was meant to
see.

Fairies. Dancing.

Naked.

And the most beautiful of them all.

Bewitched by her beauty, Aedric stole
her away into the forest.

On their wedding night, after Aedric
laid with Goda, she turned him into a

magnificent stag.

And immediately, he darted off, deep
into the forest. The goddess' spell

made Aedric eternal.

And he became the protector of the
forest. And to this day, he watches over

of us.

Have you ever seen this doc?

I know many around and they all say when
you see it, you know, wild hatred is

gazing back at you.

Where's Father?

He's gone to Nottingham, my love.

Why is Huntington coming, Father?

I'm not certain, but he is a Norman
lord, and it is my duty as sheriff to

him an audience.

I don't like him.

It is wiser, Priscilla, to understand a
man than to dislike him.

Many are driven by greed and violence.

On such men comes only evil and ruin.

Huntingdon.

You've over a thousand acres.

Fine manor.

What did you expect?

More. Then perhaps you should consider
another crusade. The last one seemed to

benefit you well.

Others got more.

You have Nottingham.

Nottingham is not mine.

It is the king's.

I sit in his governance only.

We provide taxes and loyalty.

In return, we enjoy the benefits of the
king's generosity.

His lands are ours to prosper.

Where are you going?

To the garden, father.

No, sit.

You must learn.

Your Eminence, we're grateful.

Which one is he?

I'm Hugh of Locksley.

He'll hear your cause and be quick with
it. I've waited months to see him.

Then be grateful he's shown you
compassion.

Locksley Manor is my ancestral home.

Its lands were granted to my father's
father by King Harold himself.

A Saxon king who lost your lands when he
lost England to my father's uncle,

William the Conqueror. Your lands have
not been yours since that day.

Just as your gods have not been yours
since Christ followed the Normans here.

Other Saxon lands have been returned.

I know one wrote to the Pope.

You're free to write to the Pope.

But I cannot do as you ask.

I'm a fair man, Loxley.

Try to be.

I shall grant you the position of a
royal forester.

You will have coin and duties to the
king.

This is a good life, one most men in my
position would not offer.

He accepts, my lord.

Gratefully. I wish to hear it from his
tongue.

Come on, Hugh.

Do it for Joan.

For Robert.

You have a son.

Then consider his future.

An heir is everything to a man, as is
Priscilla to me.

You may rise.

You of Loxley, do you accept what is
offered to you?

I do.

Excellent. The matter is settled.

You're going to stand there watching the
rest of your life?

You're going to be angry at the rest of
yours.

Better to take it out on a wooden block,
I suppose.

Or a Norman head.

What about me?

What about Robert?

Those were our lands.

It was our house. And now that bastard
Huntington sleeps in my bed.

And they took them. But what can you do
about that now?

Are you going to spend the rest of your
life fighting this? What is to become of

you? What is to become of Robert?

I keep teaching him, like you always do.
Yes, I can teach him to read and write.

He might even have a life at court. But
he needs a father. Life in court?

No.

They'd make her take their religion.

And I'm never doing that.

Ever.

You need to release a little quicker.

Here.

It's not about your eye or your arms.

When you grow, this will take care of
itself.

It's in here.

This is the secret to the longbow.

It's your chest, and you listen to the
bow.

It breathes, too.

So do it again.

This time, close your eyes.

Listen as it stretches. It will tell you
its reach.

You've got talent, my boy.

When the Normans came, why didn't they
all run in forests like Wild Adric?

Well, they stayed to protect their king.

The woods would have protected them. Why
did they stay and die?

Pride, I suppose.

The Normans can put their castles all
over this land.

These woods, these are as old as the
earth.

No man will ever own them.

Here, look at this.

My forefathers made this long before the
Normans came.

That stone, it's from a sacred place.

The heart of the forest.

It's a great cave that few men have ever
seen.

We take neither.

God will lead you.

One day, when you're ready.

Why would I hurt him?

His name's Henry.

Here's a name.

What are you doing here?

That used to be our home.

Our house?

My family lived there before, until I
was five.

But my father made that house. He didn't
make it. He took it.

I don't believe you. There's a hall with
glass windows and wooden panels.

In the corner behind one of the wooden
panels is a secret room. It was used as

hiding place if ever the castle was
attacked.

Marion!

Marion!

What were you doing?

I was a boy father.

A boy?

But he used to live here.

Go in the house.

You don't come around here!

I'll take your eye now!

the house what were you doing there
nothing no to see what huh

to see what huh to see what how dare you

bring this into my life oh son went
there i didn't go because of you because

wouldn't let it be i have told you how
can i let it be they've taken everything

My home, my home.

I am your life.

Rob, in your life.

Caught three poachers today.

And by the brook, spraggled among them.

They actually caught something.

Five pheasants, no less. On the way to
Nottingham to sell them. Like under the

sheriff's nose.

They'll pay dearly for that.

I know.

We let them go.

I wasn't about to cut the hand off a
lad.

An old one wouldn't. The only act said,
you do it. And he crapped his breeches.

Qu 'est -ce qu 'on -t -il?

Thank you.

Did you decide yet?

Why can't I come on the hunt? I'm old
enough.

Yeah,

it's up to you, Mother.

Then I already know the answer.

Why do you persist in teaching him that?

Because it is the language of the court.

He's never going, Joanna.

He's not the son of an earl. I know what
he is.

Then why don't you accept it? I have,
and I've never blamed you for it.

At least not as you have blamed
yourself.

I accepted it a very long time ago.

Really?

I must have missed that year.

Take

him

on the hunt.

Maybe he'll find Goda and she can decide
what's to become of him.

Father. Perfect day, friend.

Welcome to Sherwood, my lord.

Loxley.

How is the king's forest flourishing, my
lord? The game is plentiful.

There are herds on the eastern ridge,
some on this side of the river.

You know Huntingdon.

And his daughter, Marion.

Aren't you going to comment on my dress?

It's fetching.

It's a little short. Oh, nonsense.

Why do you look so drab?

Dress up for hunting.

I detest it.

Really, Marion, no wonder your father's
angry at you.

He made me come here, but he can't force
me to enjoy it.

Don't be boring.

There's plenty to enjoy.

Like all the young foresters there.

Like that one.

Eyes on the trees, Robin.

Take more than an arrow to pierce their
eyes, Rob.

Larxley.

I thought he'd be dead by now.

He probably feels the same way about
you.

To Wild Edric and to the great hunt.

Edric.

Offer the sheriff some wine, Rob.

Let him through.

My lord, would you care to?

What do you have there?

Forrest's wine, sire.

What are we toasting to, lad?

To the forest, for the gifts of good
hunger.

You want me to drink to old Saxon
belief?

You're bold, young man. What's your
name?

Loxley, sire.

Robert of Loxley.

Up to the son of the man your family's
estate used to belong to.

You see, you haven't lost your enjoyment
for other people's misfortune.

Oh, that's fine.

There's far more to enjoy about him than
is misfortune.

Kill you.

Let's lose men.

What happened?

Pooches, I bet.

Put them in this, my lord.

You know where you are?

Sherwood. Sherwood Forest.

Which belongs to the king, as does all
that lives within it. Do you know what

happens when you steal from the king?

You lose your hand.

No, please.

Faith, I beg you, sir, please.

Stop!

My lord, we know this man.

He's wronged you, but he's just a fool
trying to feed his family. Who deserves

Norman justice?

Please, my lord.

He deserves a trial, doesn't he?

Isn't that Norman law?

Very well, bring them to Nottingham,
where they will be tried.

If found guilty, they will hang.

By your decision, Loxley.

All your sword hunting, I damn you!

I damn your sword, all of you.

Loxley has offended me on this day.

It shall not be forgotten.

Bring me that arrow.

Rob's arrow.

Hit the deer and the poacher, my lord.

Huntingdon, your daughter shall mark the
victor.

Come forward, my dear.

No.

No, by his blood.

Now you're marked by a man's blood. Next
time you toast the forest, young

Loxley, be careful what you wish for.

Bring them to Nottingham.

Thank you for killing a deer.

What did you do, Loxley?

I've lost your hand.

At least now you have a chance.

Let us go.

You'll never see me again, I swear. I
can't do that.

Take them to Nottingham! You bitch of a
whore! I curse you forever!

Luxley!

You'll catch a fairy gazing like that.

It's been a week since the hunt.

You haven't been outside.

You should have gone with Rob this
morning.

No. My stomach's bothersome.

You told me the sheriff singled Rob out
at the hunt.

And he regarded you warmly.

He's kept you ahead of Forrester all
these years. Why would he take that away

now? I wouldn't pretend to understand
the Norman mind. No.

Neither would I. The Saxon mind is...
quite enough.

Does it really matter that Huntingdon
was there?

There's someone there.

What is it?

A leper thinks he saw someone in the
trees.

There. I see him.

I thought I recognized you.

Perhaps not.

I'm here.

Where are you?

You're the frog girl.

Frog girl? You used to collect them in
the forest as a child.

I would take them to the moat.

Yes.

So it is you.

Why are you hiding?

I'm not.

That's better.

I'm not used to being spoken to by a
tree.

Why, they have much to say.

And you cannot lie to a tree.

Lie?

I see your Saxon manners lack for
nothing.

You taught you to be so bold.

My mother taught me to read and write.
My father taught me of the forest and

secrets.

So he is to blame.

What are you doing here?

At the hunt.

Why did you say it's them who should be
blooded?

My father's men!

Go!

Live with the likes of her, boy!

Understand?

This is Roman land!

A good thing your father isn't here.

The forester, Loxley, has been harboring
poachers. The deeds to your land in

title are in your name, signed by the
king. This king? The next could undo it.

A Norman king grant lands back to
Saxons? I doubt it. There are other

whose lands have been restored. Only
those who have taken Christ.

If Loxley is harboring poachers, it
doesn't sound like a man ready to kneel

before the cross.

He is a traitor.

To Normandy. And a criminal.

And you have proof of this?

I do.

What happened?

I fell.

While hunting.

Does Robert of Loxley live here?

May I help you?

I am Marion of Huntingdon.

Oh, that's not necessary.

Rob, you'd better come.

I came to apologise for the way my
father's men treated you.

I wasn't hurt.

All the same, it was unforgivable.

This is where you live?

Yes.

Would you like to come in? No.

Thank you. I'm out riding.

It's a beautiful day.

My mother made it.

We're going to a wedding.

It's fetching, to be sure.

I passed the chapel on my way, but there
was no sign of a wedding. Oh, it's not

a wedding in a church.

I bid you all a fine day.

Would you like to join us?

Not in a church, and there's no priest.

Who married them?

Usually the village elder.

The village elder?

What makes it legal in the eyes of the
Lord?

Getting drunk and dancing.

Dancing at a wedding?

You'll see.

Marigold. You like them?

Marigold means Mary's gold.

Marian, of course.

Another way to say Mary.

Yes, I like them.

My favourite flower, in fact.

Something wrong?

If I'm not back soon, my father will
look for me.

You don't have to go

Will

My

cousin will

Marion. Well, I hope you like to dance,
Marion, because we are going to do a lot

of dancing tonight.

There she is!

Well,

I should drag him out of the lodge then.
I didn't have much choice.

And who's this?

I brought your own bride.

This is Marion.

Come on.

Time for an ale, yes.

Here they come.

Who is she?

Her name is Isabel.

Her family are woodcutters from near the
western ridge of Sherwood. Will is a

little sore.

She was his first love.

Then we better get him really drunk.

And the groom?

Family's choice.

We are brought here together in this
most sacred place to honour the old gods

and ask for their protection. May they
grant love, happiness and fertility to

this young woman and man.

What are they doing?

It's called hand fasting.

They will be bound by the spirit of the
tree.

And now they kiss under the mistletoe.

Come on.

With him.

Remove your hood.

I remember you. You're a forester.

I'll win.

Wine? It's from Gatling.

Sir Alwyn.

Tell me what you know of the Forester,
Hugh of Loxley.

Heard about Spragger?

That's always making trouble for others.

It's not your fault. What were you to
do? They had Forester.

I only do it for the boy.

Get a little more one day.

More fortunate than me, anyway.

As do I, for Will.

And I pay my taxes handsomely. Perfect
Saxons, the both of us. Sheriff will be

proud.

Perfect Saxons, the pair of us.

The best part of a wedding is the dance,
don't you think, Marion?

I've never danced at a wedding.

Do you dance?

Like his father, two iron boots.

Good, I understand.

Well then, show me otherwise.

Go on, boy.

You are a conniving squirrel.

I love you.

And I love you.

Welcome back, Tyre.

Where's Marion?

We looked at the edge of the estate.

I think she's gone beyond the woods.
Maybe that boy came back.

Take the horses.

Don't come back until you find her.

You don't say much, do you?

Robert of Loxley.

Something I said.

My name. It's a place I'm no longer
from.

Then choose a new name.

I prefer just Rob.

Just Rob?

Rob from where?

From here.

The forest?

That won't do.

Why not... Rob of Sherwood?

They bring good fortune and love.

To those who kiss beneath them.

In my culture, it's rude to stare.

In mine, it's rude not to.

Then you may look if you wish.

Goodbye, Robert Sherwood.

Goodbye, Marion of Huntington.

I hate my name as much as you hate
yours.

Where have you been?

I was with Priscilla in Nottingham.

Sorry it got so late.

No.

I have a note with Priscilla.

Father? Why are you awake, dear?

I had a dream I was in a forest.

Something emerged from the ground like
the earth was giving birth.

It was hideous and holy.

It was only a dream, Priscilla.

Do you mean to grant Huntington his
wishes over his lands and title?

What do you know of such things?

I know it comes at the expense of Hugh
of Locksley.

An expense made convenient by his
treason.

Locksley has been protecting poachers,
shielding them to justice.

I fear arresting Locksley will give
birth to something terrible.

That's what my dream was about.

Saxon traces must be brought to justice.
That is my duty as the king's

justiciar.

Just a dream, Priscilla. Nothing more.

Go back to sleep.

Roxley! I'm Roxley!

You're under arrest!

Father, father.

In the morning, I'll talk to the
sheriff, all right?

It'll all be all right.

Don't you be stubborn with him. Don't be
angry.

Do you hear me? I do, I do.

I love you.

I love both of you.

Tom, you take your mother and you go to
your uncle's. Do you hear me?

Do you hear me? That's father, yes.
Whatever happens, you make sure she's

You must be safe. No!

No! No!

No! No!

I demand to know what I've done.

Demands will be heard in the morning by
the sheriff.

Looks like... I'd say like... a

very inappropriate... Look!

Someone wants you.

And you and your old friend go free.

I don't understand.

The sheriff jailed him. And what
charges?

They didn't say, uncle.

Now his saxon blood runs deep, but not
you.

He's a royal forester.

I'll ride back tonight.

We can't ride out in this storm.

First light, we'll go together.

The sheriff's a fair man. He knows me
well. I paid my share.

It's worth a life.

Rest well.

Send to your mother.

Lock three.

Sign back.

Lock three.

We got it.

You have to save yourself.

I didn't kill him.

Address him as my lord.

I've done nothing, my lord.

Nothing? A man lies dead and you call it
nothing?

Who else was it, sir? Two poachers.

Lodge killed the guard.

He's a criminal. A criminal?

Who you caught and released?

A criminal who would have already faced
justice if not for you? Do you deny it?

I showed mercy where I thought it was
right.

Mercy?

Mercy?

You took an oath to uphold the king's
law and protect his forest.

Not to extend his mercy.

That is his privilege and his alone.

We are merely the king's subjects.

Your king.

Don't mind.

I have shown you tolerance, respect.

Even kindness is... You've shown me
nothing!

All you Norman dogs have done is take
everything! My land!

My home! My title!

You've destroyed everything that is good
and true!

Everything that was ours!

That was Saxton!

We conquered your lands and now we rule.

In a hundred years, all that is Saxon
will be gone.

No one will ever know you or your kind
existed.

When I heard it was you, I wanted to be
lenient, to show mercy.

But all that is over now.

What must be done, you've made clear.

Take him.

In the morning, he shall be hanged by
the neck until dead.

And Loxley, I pray you find peace in the
presence of our almighty

God, and that your son will learn... My
son will learn nothing from you!

News from Nottingham.

Hugh Fox will be hanged this very
morning.

The mercy of Christ is boundless.

His salvation is not freely given.

Only those who kneel before his grace
may rise anew.

For those heathen, still bound to false
gods, there can be no absolution,

no salvation, only judgment.

You will enter the kingdom of God in
silence.

Don't stop.

Don't fight.

I give you a weapon.