All language subtitles for La rivincita di Ivanhoe (Amerigo Anton_ 1965)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(peaceful orchestral music)

- We'd better get a move on
if we wanna reach Hastings

before it starts pouring down.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(horse hooves clomping)

(ominous orchestral music)

Halt!

- [Man In Black] In whose service are you?

- Who are you?

What do you want?

- [Man In Black] Answer my question.

What is your destination?

- What concern is that of yours?

Move aside.

- [Man In Black] I see that your prisoner

is a nobleman and that he's wounded

and needs to be taken care of.

- That's none of your business.

You'd better let us pass.

We're soldiers of Sir Cedric of Hastings

and he's waiting for us at the castle now.

- [Man In Black] That man is wounded.

I order you to release him immediately.

- Who orders us?

Clear out of the way!

- [Man In Black] You're mistaken.

As of this moment I'm taking
him under my protection.

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Soldier] Soldiers, take him!

(swords clanging)
- It won't be that easy!

(men grunting)
(swords clanging)

(soldier cries out)

(swords clanging)

Quick!

Take a horse and escape.

(soldiers chattering)

- [Soldier] Don't let him get away.

After him!

- [Man In Black] Into the woods!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Come on, men.

(thunder booms)

Where could they have gone?

Let's go this way.

(dramatic orchestral music)

They couldn't be very far.

(thunder booms)

Keep searching.

- (sniffs) Ah.

(pounding at the door)
- Open up in there!

Open up!

- Just a moment, I'm coming.

- [Man In Black] Open the door.

- Who has come here to
disturb the peace of a man

dedicating his life to
prayer and meditation?

- [Man In Black] A traveler
who has lost his way

and humbly asks your help in God's name.

- And in the name of God I welcome you.

(thunder booms)

- Kind friend, I would
appreciate being able

to take shelter with you
until the storm is over.

- You're welcome here.

- [Man In Black] I won't
cause you any disturbance.

- Stay, I beg you, as long as you want,

but I would prefer to see
your face, if you please.

If you feel at all hungry
perhaps you wouldn't mind

sharing a crust of bread with me.

(sniffing)

Sit down, man.
- It seems you hermits

work miracles.

- How's that?

- Well, I didn't know you could make

a crust of hard bread smell
just like a good roast.

(men chuckle)

- Would that your sword
were as keen as your nose.

- Thank you.
- You see,

today is the feast of Saint
Ephesus, my patron saint,

and I decided to celebrate.

- I wager if you were to let me take

a really good look around here

I'd find enough food to celebrate

a whole year of patron saints.

(banging at the door)

- [Soldier] Open up!

- Is your horse tied up outside?

- I left him in the woods loose.

- [Soldier] Open up at once.

- It's just as well.

Hide behind there.

Just a minute!
- Open up

or we'll break down the door!

(banging at the door)
- Just a minute.

- Get back here.

Have two men passed by here?

You'd better tell me the truth

or you'll have to answer
to Sir Cedric of Hastings.

- Who would want to visit a poor old man

who dedicates his life
to prayer and meditation?

- But there are hoof prints
leading right up to the door.

- Would you doubt the word
of Ethibold the hermit?

May the devil take me if I saw two men.

- I'll take your word for it, hermit,

but remember this.

If you're lying we'll be back for you

and all the prayers in the world

won't be enough to save
your miserable hide.

Let's go, men.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Ethibold] They're gone.

You can come out now.

- Why did you do it?

If they find out they'll
come right back here

and kill you.

- Because I know who you are.

You're Wilfred of Ivanhoe.

- I was hoping to be able

to keep my identity a secret here.

It's important.

- But certainly not from me.

I owe my life to you.

At the storming of Saint Joan of Acre

two infidel dogs had managed
to get me at their mercy.

They were about to kill
me and you saved me.

- So that score is settled, hm?

The storm is dying down.

- Obviously you want to
rejoin your companion.

I imagine he's wounded
and you've hidden him

from the soldiers somewhere.

- What makes you think that?

- (chuckles) Well, this forest

is just perfect to lie low in,

and the soldiers were
searching for two men.

Ivanhoe's not the type to abandon a friend

in a moment of danger.

I know that you must have left
him in a safe hiding place.

(rain pattering)

(birds chirping)

(Ivanhoe whistling)

Get a move on, you stupid donkey.

- Here he comes.

(light-hearted orchestral music)

Easy. Easy.

Easy now.

- You lead the way.

- Hey, hermit.

Why, he's gone.

Those soldiers it seems must've found him.

But how is it possible?

I thought I'd hidden him so well.

- Don't worry, I can assure you

that your friend is
safe and in good hands.

- How do you know that?

- Those who took him away left behind

an unmistakable sign, this twig.

I recognize it.

- Just what do you mean, hermit?

- In this forest there lives in hiding

a band of men, each of whom has sworn

to resist the power of the feudal lords.

It was these rebels who found your friend

and I'll take you straight to their camp.

- Right, let's go there at once.

That man's life is as
precious to me as my own.

(feet marching)

- Something must have gone wrong.

Are you certain we can trust these men?

- You mustn't forget, Sir Bertrand,

that the messenger said
the prisoner is wounded.

Clearly this factor counts for
the delay in their arrival.

- They could've compelled
him to march more quickly,

even if it caused his death.

- Remember this, dead he's no use to us.

We need him if we're to
have our way with Rowena.

- I must go.

- Where to?

- I am going to the village of Lawton

which is getting out of hand.

It's time these peasants
were given a good lesson.

- Since when have you
begun to concern yourself

with routine matters of this kind?

You could send Cook with a handful of men.

He's good at this sort of thing.

- Cook is on his way and
I'm going to join him there,

but first I have a personal
matter to attend to at Milford.

- Oh, I believe I see now.

It must be one of the local attractions.

Is that right?

- (laughs) Father, you know me too well.

You're perfectly aware
that I've never liked

the over virtuous Saxon women like Rowena

or our high and mighty Norman girls.

This one is a fighter and a savage

as well as being a beauty.

- (chuckles) At your age
I, too, had a weakness

for the passionate ones.

Very well, off you go and enjoy yourself.

Watch out, though.

Those wenches have nails to fight with.

- (chuckles) Don't worry about me,

I'll wear my armor. (laughs)

- Tell me, do you think
it possible, Rathbone,

that there is another way of convincing

the fair Rowena apart from her brother?

- Hm, yes.

We might accuse her of being
a traitor to the crown.

Of having given shelter to
Saxon rebels in her own house,

bring her to trial and
sentence her to death.

I'm quite sure that a
woman as lovely in the face

as is Rowena prefers
the feel of a necklace

on her neck to the ax.

- I'm afraid you don't know her, Rathbone.

These Saxons are a hardheaded lot.

And besides, to have her
condemned we will need evidence.

- I have a plan all prepared.

I know of a certain Saxon squire

who goes by the name of Wilfred Cox

who used to be a friend
of Rowena's father.

He's completely without scruples.

A purse of silver and he'll place

his own mother's head on the block.

- Hm, I prefer the original plan we had.

I'm convinced that when
she sees her dear brother

in chains and tortured she
will very quickly give in.

"It's our earnest desire that
he Lady Rowena of Stratford

"marry our ward, Brian Gotwold.

"Should you succeed in arranging this,

"you, Sir Cedric of Hastings, will have

"a third of her dowry.

"John, King of England."

A third of her dowry.

Just think of it, Rathbone.

A third of the estates of the Stratfords,

the richest property
in the whole of Essex.

I'm determined that I shall have it.

(fanfare trumpet music)

That's the signal.

(ominous orchestral music)

- I don't believe I saw
the prisoner with them.

- Where is the prisoner?

- Sir, at first everything went all right.

Sir Arthur of Stratford fell
into the trap we prepared,

and though he put up a good fight,

we were able to capture him.

But then...

- Out with it now!

- But then a man, a
mounted knight in armor,

took us by surprise in
the Forest of Schandau.

He was alone but he
fought like a hundred men.

It was impossible to fight back.

He released the prisoner
and then rode off with him.

- Blundering idiot!

You pack of cowards!

Letting one man get the better of you!

Call yourself a soldier?

Guards!

Put this man in irons and leave him

in solitary confinement until
I give you further orders.

- I would say, sir,
that you have no choice

but to follow my plan now.

- We'll see.

But first I want to make one last attempt.

(arrow thuds)
(Ethibold grunts)

- Hey there, is that the
way you're accustomed

to greeting your comrades?

- Ha ha!

That was only to give you a little proof

that my aim is just as
good as it ever was.

- Why don't you use those Norman dogs

for target practice instead of us.

- You're not alone, Ethibold.

Who's that you got with you?

- Since when do I get
treated as a spy, Tuck?

When Ethibold brings
somebody into the camp

it means he's a friend.

- Right.
- Where's Lockey?

- I'll take you to him.

- Let's go.

Get a move on. (grunts)

(peaceful orchestral music)

(Tuck whistles)

(villagers chattering)

- [Man] Look out, men, the hermit's back.

Better lock up the food.

- Hello, Tuck.
(men chattering)

- [Man] Some way to treat a friend.

(metal clanging)

- [Ethibold] Hello there, Lockey.

- Good to see you, Ethibold.

- He's a friend. I can vouch for him.

- [Ivanhoe] How's the man who got wounded?

- He has lost a lot of blood,
but it's a superficial wound.

- [Ivanhoe] Is he unconscious?

- No.

- [Ivanhoe] Can I speak to him alone?

- Come with me.

(men chattering)

- He's asleep.

- Arthur.

Arthur of Stratford.

- [Ethibold] How do you feel?

- [Arthur] Who is it?

- [Ethibold] It's the
man who saved your life.

- Whoever you may be, sir, I
am very deeply in your debt.

- Don't you know me?

I'm Ivanhoe.

I was to marry your sister, Rowena.

- [Arthur] Rowena.

She's been kidnapped by the Hastings.

They have her prisoner in their castle.

(soft harp music)

- Today I heard the angry voice

of Sir Cedric of Hastings, Isabella.

- Have you ever seen that Norman mastiff

when he wasn't angry?

- Yes, I know, but I'm
worried about Arthur.

By now he's certain to have been informed

of my being kidnapped
and he's quite capable

of challenging the Hastings alone.

(knocking at the door)

- Leave us alone.

Rowena of Stratford.

At this very moment
your future bridegroom,

noble Brian Gotwold, is
on his way to this castle

in order to marry you.

Do you prefer that he continue his journey

or that I send a messenger to tell him

you refuse to fulfill
the wish of King John.

- His majesty may dispose of our person

and of all our possessions,
but he can not command

our hearts nor force us to
betray a vow we have given.

- A vow given to whom?

Ha ha! To who?

To Ivanhoe?

A man who since the death of King Richard

has disappeared without a trace.

Ha!

And what if your Ivanhoe
were never to come back?

Will you remain faithful to his memory?

- Certainly I would.

I would go into a convent
and withdraw from the world.

- Enough of this.

I have made a solemn promise to King John

and I am prepared to maintain
it, whatever it may cost.

- I have every good reason to think so.

Sir Cedric of Hastings, your actions

are more than sufficient
demonstration of that.

You found an opportunity in
the absence of my brother

to kidnap me and force
me to come to your castle

where you think it fit
to keep me under lock.

Who gave you the right to
treat me in this way, sir?

- In that you are mistaken, Rowena.

I merely avail myself of my feudal powers

and if I hold you prisoner here

it's because you are to be charged

with a very serious crime.

- What crime?

- By assisting the Saxon rebels

you've risked being found
guilty of high treason

and I'm sure that you are fully aware

what the verdict is bound to be.

Only if you consent to marry Brian Gotwold

is it possible to avoid this doom.

- You are obviously determined

to use every weapon against me.

What a fool to believe you
can force me with threats.

Oh yes, you can have me sent to my death,

but I would rather die than break my vow.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(woman chuckles)

- And then we (mumbles).

(woman laughs)

It was very amusing.

- I've tried, but she's utterly stubborn.

Convene the court for two days hence

and make certain that
every one of the judges...

- Is Cedric's faithful follower.

I've compiled the names to be called.

- And what of Wilfred Cox?

- That's been arranged.

He will do all that we want him to.

- And that's the way it was.

Through all these long years
Rowena has remained faithful

to her promise and has rejected
every proposal of marriage.

But Cedric of Hastings has much to gain

by having Rowena marry a
noble protege of the king.

- What on earth were you trying to do

by going to that castle single-handed

before you fell into their ambush?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

I was like a madman.

I was going there to challenge
that Bertrand of Hastings

and I would've killed him!

- Or he would've killed you.

How would that have saved your sister?

No, we must take their power
away and humiliate them.

Ethibold, you can tell Lockey
that from this moment on

I, Sir Wilfred of Ivanhoe,
am placing my sword

at his service for a just cause.

To fight against the brutal violence

and tyrannical power of the Hastings.

- Take command of our group

and in the name of my men
I swear obedience to you.

- There's only one thing
that I want to ask of you,

that you must never reveal who I am.

My identity will have to remain a secret.

For everyone except you two
I shall be an unknown knight.

(orchestral music)

(ominous music)

- Sire, we implore you.

You've even taken our bread.

How can we work without
food to sustain us?

- What matter of that is ours?

You've been given ample warning not to aid

these accursed rebels, and yet you choose

to disobey my orders.

You even went so far as to
put weapons at their disposal.

- But sire...

- Hold your tongue!

And I warn you, this time only one of you

will pay the penalty,
but if this should ever

be repeated I will see
that this whole village

is razed to the ground!

- [Woman] He'll make us pay for this.

(villagers chattering)

- I think that we can
leave now, Sir Bertrand.

Everything that you wanted from
here has already been taken.

- Very well.

You there, make way!

- Oh, Daniel.

Daniel! No!

(crying) He's innocent!

Let him go.

- Hey, giddy up, giddy up.

- I'm going to return by
way of the Milford Road.

I'll be back at the castle before sunset.

- Very good, sir.
- Kent, Barton,

come with me.

- [Daniel] Help!

Let me go!

I didn't do anything!

(villagers chattering)

(ominous orchestral music)

- [Ivanhoe] Order your man to
release the prisoner at once.

- Take him, men! Take him!

(dramatic orchestral music)

- [Soldier] Kill the rebel!

(swords clanging)
(men shouting)

- [Soldier] Kill the tyrant!

(swords clanging)

- Surrender, all of you.

Throw your arms down.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(pounding at the door)
- Sir Bertrand!

- [Woman] What is it?

- Sir Bertrand.

Call Sir Bertrand at once.

- How dare you.
- It's very urgent,

Sir Bertrand.

- Just a minute.

Speak up.

- [Soldier] We were attacked
by rebels in the forest, sir.

- What do you mean?

How could you have allowed yourself

to be beaten by such a rabble?

- [Soldier] But, sir, we were ambushed

and they weren't alone.

They were led by a knight
and he fought like a demon.

He let us go free on
the condition that I...

- Out with it, then.

On what condition?

- [Soldier] That I
informed you and Sir Cedric

that the people now have
someone to defend their cause.

- [Bertrand] Hmm.

- Bertrand, what's happened?

- Nothing to worry about.

Go inside, I'll just be a moment.

Who was this man?

- [Soldier] His face was
masked, Sir Bertrand,

but he was the best
swordsman I've ever seen.

- You ride on to the castle
and report this to my father.

I'll be there shortly.

♪ La la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la la la la ♪

- It was a great victory today.

The first time we've fought an open battle

against the Hastings.

Bloody well put them on the alert.

- That's true.

And it's also going to make more men

want to join with us.

- And Rowena?

- We disguised one of our men
and head him into the castle.

He reports that your sister
is being treated with respect.

- You know I haven't forgotten her.

She has always been in my mind

and before long I will make her my wife.

♪ La la la la la la la la ♪

- Ivanhoe, I know you
appreciate my skill at cooking

and I've been given the honor of preparing

one of my very prize
venison dishes for you.

- Ethibold, you're really quite a man.

He not only thinks of the mind,

but also of the stomach.

(men chuckle)

Come on.

(draw bridge clattering)

(trumpet fanfare music)

- A proclamation by
Sir Cedric of Hastings,

Squire of Sussex, Baron of Llandough,

Count of Sherwood, and
Chamberlain of Honor

to His Majesty King John.

Be it known that a trial will be held

in this castle against the
Lady Rowena of Stratford

who has been accused of treason.

Whoever wishes to present evidence

bearing upon the defendant's
guilt or innocence

is hereby requested to appear at once.

- [Man] Sir Cedric of Hastings.

(regal orchestral music)

- Call Rowena of Stratford.

- My lords, you have been convened here

to pass judgment upon Rowena of Stratford,

accused of high treason.

I pray that your sentence upon her

will be a just one.

(speaking in foreign language)

Amen.

- Rowena of Stratford, you've been accused

of secretly giving aid and
assistance to the rebel Saxons,

which, as you know, is the
equivalent of high treason.

Do you confess your guilt?

- I do not feel helping them was wrong,

but I never committed
the acts I am accused of.

(court members chattering)

- Silence in the court.

On the night of April 10th
of this year our Lord,

there appeared at your
castle a Saxon fugitive

from justice, Archibald Lane.

You sheltered him under your roof,

so thwarting the course of justice.

You supplied him with
weapons and permitted him

to continue battling
against our authority.

- I do not know Archibald Lane.

How then could I have done
that which you accuse me of?

- That's a blatant lie!

- And so you insist on denying?

- I do indeed, absolutely.

Prove the contrary if you can, Sir Cedric.

- Call the witness, Wilfred Cox.

Wilfred Cox, you confirm your accusation?

I confirm it.

- Are you certain that
you saw with your own eyes

Rowena of Stratford give
aid, shelter, and arms

to Archibald Lane?

- I so confirm.

- Wilfred Cox, do you
know what you're doing?

There was a time when you were
desperately in need of aid

and asked my father for it.

And did he not heed your plea?

Your word alone is not
sufficient, Wilfred Cox.

I dare you to swear to what
you've said on the Bible.

- I swear that all of what
I have said is the truth.

- I believe that nothing remains

but for the noble members of the court

to render their verdict.

- [Court Members] Guilty of the charge.

- [Man] Guilty of the charge.

- [Man] Guilty of the charge.

- The proceedings are closed.

Rowena of Stratford, you have
been found guilty of treason

and the court has no
choice but to condemn you.

But out of a sense of pity
for your youth and rank,

we appeal to you once
more to confess your guilt

and place yourself under our protection.

- Confess?

You know that I am innocent, Sir Cedric.

But what hope have I to prove
the falseness of what you say

if all that was needed to condemn me

was the word of a coward
and traitor to his kind?

My lord, let God be my judge.

I offer my life to any
nobleman, Saxon or Norman,

who is willing to champion my just cause.

Prior of Essex, have I not
the right to request this?

- In asking that God judge her,

Rowena of Stratford is within her rights.

- The request of Rowena of
Stratford is accordingly granted.

Who is ready by arms to
sustain the accusation?

(hand smacks table)

- I am.

Before you all I sustain the
guilt of Rowena of Stratford

and I am prepared to
do battle with any man

who affirms the contrary.

- The tournament will take
place three days from today.

And I shall accept its
outcome whatsoever it may be.

If he be victorious
Bertrand may freely dispose

of the life of Rowena.

If he is not, Rowena will then be free.

(court members chattering)

- You have nothing to fear, Sir Cedric.

This tournament will help
to demonstrate your power

to all the people.

- I don't doubt it.

There's not a knight alive who's capable

of withstanding my son Bertrand.

- Then why the thoughtful air, Father?

- I was wondering who on earth

could be so fool hearty
as to defend Rowena.

(door clicks)

- Milady, I heard what happened.

You mustn't risk your life in this way.

Bertrand is strong.

He's won every tournament
that he ever took part in.

You've done all that
was possible to resist

but now...

- No, Isabella.

My faith is in God's grace.

He will not abandon me.

Leave me.

I want to be alone.

(somber orchestral music)

I need you, Ivanhoe.

Were to God you were here to help me.

- [Man] Miss this tournament for anything.

- [Villager] Neither would I.

- You know, Mary, there are
many who say Rowena is innocent.

- [Mary] I don't doubt it.

The judges were all
friends of the Hastings.

(spectators chattering)

- [Woman] Here come the heralds.

(fanfare trumpet music)

(spectators chattering)

- [Herald] Here ye, here ye.

If there be any man present of high degree

who is willing to sustain the innocence

of Lady Rowena by doing
battle with Sir Bertrand

of Hastings, let him come forward.

(fanfare trumpet music)

In accordance with the
law and usage of this land

and in the name of Almighty God,

whatsoever man of noble birth agreed

to champion Rowena of
Stratford in knightly combat

with Sir Bertrand of Hastings

must present his challenge
before the trumpets sound

for the last time.

- The second announcement has been made

but no one dare come
forward to defend Rowena.

- No man would be so foolish as to risk

challenging Sir Bertrand of Hastings,

by far the best jouster in the country.

(trumpet fanfare music)

(spectators chattering)

- [Knight] Wait!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Identify yourself.

What rank have you?

(spectators chattering)

I confirm, Sir Cedric, that this knight

is entitled to do battle.

I solemnly declare the
knight challenger to be noble

and request that he
recite the formula decree.

(spectators chattering)

- [Knight] I am come here today to prove

that the Lady Rowena of
Stratford is innocent

and to demonstrate with the help of God

and the strength he has given me

that the accusation brought against her

by Sir Cedric of Hastings is utterly false

and I pledge myself to fight

according to the rules of chivalry.

Lady Rowena, I would
ask you to tie your veil

onto my lance and thereby do
unite my destiny to yours.

(upbeat orchestral music)

(spectators chattering)

Hold my lance.

- [Bertrand] My helmet.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(crowd shouting)

(weapons clattering)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(metal clanging)

(crowd chattering)

The maces.

- [Man] They're gonna use the maces!

(crowd shouting)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

(weapons clanging)

- Sir, whoever you are,
you are the victor now

and I beg you to spare the life of my son.

- [Man] He's a valiant knight.

- [Woman] A noble action.

- [Man] Who is the unknown knight?

- [Man] He saved Rowena!

- [Woman] He spared Sir Bertrand's life.

(spectators chattering)

- [Knight] I would deem
it an honor, Lady Rowena,

if I might be allowed to keep your veil

to remember you by.

- And in return, oh, noble knight,

I would know your name
that I might pray for you.

- [Knight] I can not grant
your request, milady.

A sacred oath prevents me.

In doing battle here my sole aim

was to ensure that truth and justice

might triumph over falsehood.

(spectators chattering)

- Sir Cedric, I wish to be
escorted to my castle now.

- You are within your rights,

but your castle is a day's journey away.

- [Official] It is imprudent
to journey by night.

The roads are unsafe, but tomorrow morning

at daybreak an escort worthy of your rank

will accompany you.

You have my word for it.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- You should have allowed
him to slay me, Father.

Better to have died
there fighting honorably

than to live humiliated.

- Do not worry, Bertrand.

I promise you will confront him once more.

And you will have your revenge.

- Yes!

Yet until then there
lives a Saxon (mumbles)

to boast of having beaten
Bertrand of Hastings.

- And what makes you think he was a Saxon?

The Saxons don't do battle
that way, Sir Bertrand.

And besides, he would never
have heeded a plea for clemency.

He would have killed you at once.

- Then you think that knight
was a traitorous Norman?

- That, Sir Cedric, I
plan to discover at once.

And you were very wise
in not allowing Rowena

to leave today for her own castle.

(triumphant orchestral music)

(ominous orchestral music)

(men cheering)

- [Man] Long live the victor!

(men cheering)

- I congratulate you on your victory.

But Ivanhoe, what of Rowena?

- I saw her and she's
more beautiful than ever,

but I couldn't speak to
her and tell her who I was.

Rowena is free now, Arthur.

She's not in danger anymore.

I don't think you have to worry.

- Poor Rowena.

But now that she is free
will they keep their word?

- Nobody would dare to harm her

in defiance of the judgment of God.

If the Hastings were to
do such a terrible thing

everybody would hate them.

- For one brief moment, Isabella,

I had the impression that
those were Ivanhoe's eyes

looking at me from behind the helmet.

But then I thought, Ivanhoe is a knight

and has nothing to fear from the Normans

so why should he conceal his identity?

- Perhaps he has a reason for wanting

to keep his identity a secret,

for who knows what adventures
befell him in France.

And then haven't I always said, milady,

that Sir Ivanhoe loves to
create an atmosphere of mystery?

I'm sure that Sir Ivanhoe
will be waiting for you

at the castle tomorrow and you will hear

the whole story from his lips.

And you will be together
at last, I assure you.

- Would it might be so, Isabella.

For now there is another thing
about which I'm apprehensive.

- [Isabella] What
troubles you now, milady?

- I've always kept my heart for Ivanhoe.

Though now I'm indebted to
an unknown knight, my savior.

- You mustn't torment yourself.

Love is more than gratitude.

- [Lockey] Ivanhoe!

- What's happened?

- Ivanhoe, a large group of soldiers

under the command of Cook are marching

towards the village of Lawton.

The villagers have all taken
refuge in the mountains.

- Who brought you this news?

- I did, sir.

The very day that you saved my life

someone nailed an anonymous message

on the door of my house.

It stated that Bertrand of Hastings

would carry out his threat to destroy

the village of Lawton
and today lookouts report

his men approaching.

- Lockey, prepare the
men to leave at once.

It's high time we gave these
Hastings a real lesson.

- I'll come, too.

- Arthur, you can't fight.

You must get yourself strong
again and look after Rowena.

(men shouting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(man humming)

(dramatic orchestral music)

- Arthur of Stratford.

- [Arthur] Wilfred Cox.

- Thank God you're alive.

- What are you doing here?

- The Hastings have
broken their word again.

No sooner back at their castle

when they imprisoned Rowena.

I think I have a plan, but
alone I could not do it.

- You traced me here.

How were you able to do it?

- I wasn't looking for you
but for the mysterious knight

who saved your sister's life today.

I followed his tracks through the woods.

I need to see him.

Perhaps you know his identity.

We have something urgent to talk about.

- Although I know his
name I may not reveal it.

And not because I don't trust you.

I have made a pledge not to.

What plan have you for liberating Rowena.

- Just as I said, I
know the Hastings castle

like the palm of my hand.

There's a secret tunnel
running under the walls

and not even the Hastings
ever heard of it.

Here at last is your turn.

By striking quickly you
will have your revenge.

- I'll come with you.

Rothcard!

- Is that the name of the lame man I saw?

- Yes.

- Then I saw him going off into the woods.

Come on, let's be on our way.

(Rothcard grunting)

- What shall we do?

- We'd better wait here.

It must be dark before
we can enter the tunnel.

(crickets chirping)

- [Soldier] The village is deserted.

There's not a living soul in sight.

- They fled, the wretches.

Set fire to the houses!

Spread out!

(women screaming)

(villagers and soldiers shouting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(swords clanking)
(men shouting)

- This seems to be just
a cleft of the rock

but it leads to the tunnel

and burrows right under the moat

and comes out in the guard
room of the castle itself.

- [Arthur] Lead on.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

- Wait for me here.

It's a safe place.

I'll make sure there's no one about.

- Very well.

(dramatic orchestral music)

(swords clanking)

- Take him prisoner!

- I want him alive!

Don't kill him, I said.

Put him away in the dungeons.

- You filthy coward!

(laughing)

- Well done, my son.

It seems that the Stratford estates

will very soon be ours.

(coin bag jingles)

- [Lockey] Quick, some water.

- [Man] What happened?

- [woman] It's Rothcard, he's been hurt.

- [Man] Let's go and see.

- A sharp blow in the back
of the neck and blindness.

I didn't have time to think.

I don't know how long after it was

when I heard the voice of Sir Arthur

shouting my name out, but the
gag stopped me from replying.

Then minutes afterward the sound of horses

going off through the forest.

- I think we shall break camp at once.

Someone must've discovered our whereabouts

and then induced Sir Arthur
to leave the camp with him.

- [Ethibold] I think Lockey is right.

- What if Arthur's still in the forest?

- I'll send out some of
my men to search for him.

- It's no use looking for
him in the forest now.

It's clear that the
Hastings have seized him.

I'll go on ahead and try to find out

what's happening at the castle.

Meet me at Bingham wood at The Three Oaks

tomorrow morning at six o'clock.

- Open!
(tapping at that door)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Rowena, before you make your departure

I would like to show you something

that you may find interesting.

(somber orchestral music)

- [Rowena] (gasps) Arthur!

My brother!

You beast, you.

- Just a minute, child.

Your brother has simply fainted.

We'd hoped we could persuade him

to tell us who your unknown savior was

but Sir Arthur was reluctant
to reveal his name.

My dear, you have every
reason to be proud.

He is very brave.

- May you suffer the tortures
of hell as you deserve.

- Your curses don't frighten me.

I intend that nothing,
nothing shall stand in my way.

Your brother will shortly come to

and when he does he will be tortured.

You can save him a great deal of pain.

Listen to me, you little fool, listen.

It's up to you to save him.

And you know how you can do it.

- Yes.

- [Cedric] Rathbone, the contract.

(Rowena crying)

- Is my brother free now?

- He will be freed the
moment you are married

to Brian Gotwold.

- Chester, have him
untied and put in a cell.

See that he's treated with respect.

When he awakens, have
someone attend to his wounds.

Give him anything he wants.

- We'll soon be there.

- We haven't far to go.

I'm tired.

- This banquet will
certainly be a lavish one,

don't you agree?

- Indeed, yes.

My father had to give two sheep.

- And mine had to...

- Good ladies, where are you going

with all those good things?

- To the Hastings castle.

They're going to have a feast there.

- Could you tell me what the
Hastings are celebrating?

I'd like to remember it in my prayers.

Is it birth, marriage,
or the death of an enemy?

- A marriage is to be celebrated.

The marriage of Lady Rowena.

- [Ethibold] Ah, but
isn't she the noble lady

who was about to be (gurgles)
when an unknown knight

arrived just in time to save her?

- Why of course it was Lady Rowena

who was saved by that knight,

but that's all over and done with.

Now she's preparing for her
marriage to Sir Brian Gotwold.

- May Saint Winebald, Saint Winifred,

Saint Hubert, not to forget most holy

Saint Thomas of Canton, all
the patron saints of this land,

bless you good ladies and kind sir.

Could you spare a little
something for a holy man

who has devoted his whole
life to meditation and prayer?

- Good father, take this humble offering

and may all the saints you have mentioned

listen to your prayers.

- One final question.

Has the bridegroom
arrived at the castle yet?

- No, he's expected to
arrive at any moment.

- I thank you, good ladies.

And may the Lord be with you.

(regal orchestral music)

- This is indeed beautiful country,

don't you agree, Ashby?

- It is, Sir Brian.

Do you plan to settle here
after you're marriage?

- That, Ashby, will depend
upon what my bride wishes.

I'm told she's very beautiful

and would certainly grace
the court of the king.

We should be getting near.

Hey, you there!

How far are we from the Hastings castle?

- [Lockey] Eight miles, but I don't think

you'll ever get there.

- Just what do you mean by that, Saxon?

- I've got a very steady aim.

Just one more step and
it'll be the worst for you.

Take a look up in the trees

and tell your escort not to resist.

You and your men make perfect targets.

- Huh, the country may be very beautiful

but so far its inhabitants would appear

to be a race of savages.

You'll pay for your insolence, you wretch.

But I don't want to ruin this day.

What sum do you ask me to pay

to allow me to go on with my men?

- I'm sorry, but it's not
for me to decide, sir.

There's somebody who
wants to speak to you.

If you will come with me.

This way.

- Forward, men.

(horse hooves clomping)

Wilfred of Ivanhoe.

- Yes, Sir Brian, I am Wilfred of Ivanhoe

whose future wife you are to we'd today.

- On my honor I swear to
you, I don't understand.

- Rowena's consent to marry
was extracted from her

by force and violence.

It was all arranged by
King John and the Hastings.

I'm sure you won't have any part of this.

- You have my word.

I swear it.

- It looks like there
won't be any fighting

this time, Brother Ethibold.

- I wouldn't be so sure about that.

There are still the
Hastings to take care of.

- May I have a word with you, Sir Brian?

- [Lockey] You men come with me.

- How can I trust John after
his betrayal of King Richard?

- The time is right for
England to be united

and under one leader.

King John will respect
the concessions made

by Richard the Lionheart.

- If that is so, he certainly won't want

for loyal subjects.

Meanwhile, I must remain
here and fight my own battle.

May I count on your help?

- Of course you can.

- I appreciate that.

You and your men will be
well treated until I return.

(regal orchestral music)

(crowd chattering)

- The noble Sir Brian Gotwold.

- Welcome to the castle of the
Hastings, Sir Brian Gotwold

and accept our good wishes
for your marriage to Rowena.

- I'm grateful to you.

Allow me to give you a
message entrusted to me

by King John himself.

- Thank you.

His Majesty writes to me of you

in the most complimentary terms possible.

My son, Bertrand.

And this is the Prior of Essex

who tomorrow will celebrate your wedding.

- Reverend.

- And my counselor, Rathbone.

- My squire Tuck and Father
Ethibold, my spiritual advisor.

- I judge by your look that you're anxious

to see the bride.

You needn't worry, Sir Brian.

I see her approaching.

- Ah.

(romantic orchestral music)
(Rowena gasps)

I've heard tell of your beauty.

Now I see you're more
beautiful than I ever imagined.

- You are most courteous.

You do me great honor, Sir Brian.

Great honor indeed.

- A beautiful couple.

They seem to be made for each other.

- And now, I present you
with this humble gift.

You can open it later.

- I thank you, sir.

- [Cedric] Offer your
betrothed the wine of welcome,

Lady Rowena, as is the custom.

- Rowena is so fortunate.

- Yes, he's a very handsome knight.

- [Rowena] My lord, I ask
permission to retire to my rooms.

I am rather tired.

- [Ivanhoe] Wait for me outside.

- Well, Sir Brian.

It's a pleasure.

- Milady, do you want...

- Leave me now, Isabella.

I'm so tired.

I don't wish to be disturbed.

(lock clicks)

(soft orchestral music)

Then it was he.

"Await my signal this evening.

"I love you, Ivanhoe."

- For me it's all the same Reverend Prior.

The point is, wherever I may be,

as long as I'm with
Rowena we shall be happy.

- [Prior] I am certain of that, sir.

- My dear Reverend Prior,
permit me to have a word

in private with the bridegroom.

- With pleasure.

- Sir Brian.
- Yes?

- You are, I am sure,
quite aware of the promise

made by King John
concerning Rowena's dowry.

- Mm, yes, he did mention something.

- He said that as a token of his gratitude

for my contribution in
arranging your marriage,

he'd, uh...

- Ah, of course.

One-third of the dowry to
you and two-thirds to him.

- And you are to have?

- The king's treasury is emptied of funds,

that was why he wanted this marriage.

And as for me, Sir Cedric, I
am already quite rich enough.

Tomorrow when I marry Rowena,
I'll be the richest of all.

- Well then, you have no
objection to Rathbone,

my minister, drawing up a deed

for the subdivision of the lands.

- No.

I desire but one thing, and
that's that tomorrow will come

so that Rowena will be mine

(Cedric chuckles)

- [Man] Sir Arthur. Sir Arthur.

(somber orchestral music)

Sir Arthur, can you hear me?

- Yes.

- [Man] Listen carefully.

You will soon be free.

We'll let you know what you have to do.

(revelers laughing)

- Let's drink a toast to
the marriage tomorrow.

- Go ahead then.

- I drink to the health of the man

who will marry the Lady
Rowena of Stratford.

- Cheers to Sir Brian Gotwold.

- Here's to him.

(revelers laughing)
(revelers chattering)

- Ah, just when there's
enough wine to drown an army,

I have to drink water. (scoffs)

What way is this to treat
an old man like me, huh?

- Old man, what are you talking about?

- I'm the jailer of this castle.

- So you're the jailer?
- Yes.

- But surely you can't
have many prisoners.

- Just one, but he's an important one.

And he's gotta be watched.

It's Sir Arthur, mm-hm.

- Oh really?

Every man has his cross to bear.

Now I have something to
confess to you, dear brother.

As difficult as you will
find this to believe,

I also like a good glass of wine to drink.

And what do you think happens?

My master, Sir Brian, won't allow it.

He says that a man in my
position can not be a drinker.

Why must he think that
because I wear this habit

I am not a man?

- You're right.

- My friend, you won't believe it,

but I've just been able to lay my hands

on a beautiful cask of Burgundy.

A wine fit for the gods.

- Burgundy?

I've been told that it was a
wine that tasted like nectar.

- And I haven't been able
to taste it yet, just think.

- And you have it right here with you?

- Would I leave a treasure
like that at home?

- (chuckles) Of course not.

- What do you say to my coming back later

and bringing this precious
cask of Burgundy with me?

It's more fun than drinking
alone, don't you agree?

(men laugh)

- Bring it.

Bring that back!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(arrow thuds)
(Rowena gasps)

(lock clicks)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(Ivanhoe grunting)

(romantic orchestral music)

- Ivanhoe.

- Rowena.

- I prayed, I prayed
that you would come back.

I waited so long.

I thought I would never see you again.

- I was at the Battle of Limoges.

That was the last time I saw
King Richard the Lionheart.

I was trying to protect His Majesty,

so I couldn't defend myself and
the French took me prisoner.

- Softly I beg you.

There's a guard outside.

- Yes, I know there is.

That's why I came through the window.

When the peace treaty was signed
between the two countries,

they set me free and my first thought

was to come to you.

I'd wanted it all to be so different

but things have turned out this way.

I'd been hoping to come to you with riches

and under my own name, Rowena.

Now I'm afraid that's all a vain hope.

- You can't imagine
how terrible it's been.

In order to force me to give my consent

Arthur was taken prisoner and tortured.

Is there nothing we can do to save him?

The Hastings have him now.

- They won't have him long.

(jailer chuckles)
- Have some more

of this lovely wine.

There's no denying it,
but these French wines

are the best in the world.

Wouldn't you say so, eh?

- Ah!

Ah, vive la France.

- Vive la France.

- [Jailer] Hm. (laughs)

Ah.

- Are you certain you won't be seen?

- They've all drunk too much
to be very careful tonight.

We'll leave here tomorrow.

I can't wait for that moment.

- [Arthur] Hey! Jailer!

- Eh, there he goes again.

He paces up and down his
cell like a caged animal.

- [Arthur] Jailer!

- Ah, ya see that?

More bother than he's worth!

Chester!

Chester, go and see
what the prisoner wants.

- [Arthur] Jailer, are you all deaf?

- The prisoner's being religious.

He wants a confessor.

(men laugh)

- A confessor?

What, at this hour of the night?

He's out of his mind.

Does he expect me to wake the prior?

We'll see about it tomorrow.

- Brother, may it never be said

that I was here and refused
to help a fellow Christian.

I would be able to comfort that poor man.

How would I, a man of the faith,

be able to face the Lord
if I didn't do my best

to console this suffering mortal.

(speaking in foreign language)

- Huh?

Rever terrace?

Of course, I've always thought so, Father.

Chester, accompany the Reverend Father

to the prisoner's cell.

Perhaps he'll be able to comfort him.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Wait outside.

I want to be alone with him.

- [Chester] All right. All right.

- Quickly, undress him.

It's time he went to bed.

(ominous orchestral music)

All right, let's go.

(jailer snoring)

He's asleep.

Come, this way.

(jailer snoring)

- Sir.

Here they are.

- Arthur.

- Ivanhoe, it's a miracle.

And Rowena?

- I'll explain later.

Now you must leave the
castle and join Lockey.

- I'll take the secret passage,

the same one I came in by.

- [Ivanhoe] Good.

- [Ethibold] Wait, we're not safe here.

We'd better go to our rooms.

- You're right.

(ominous orchestral music)

(Arthur whistling)

- [Arthur] You stay here.

- Hey.
- What does he want?

- Hey, good people.

- [Villager] Let's hear what

he has to say.
- After years of violence

and tyranny, the moment you
have waited for has arrived.

I am Arthur of Stratford.

The struggle will not be an easy one,

but with the help of God
we'll be able to win.

I'm sure of it.

There are other brave men
waiting for us in the forest.

I know they're eager to
join us in this battle

for liberty and justice.

- Yes!
(villagers murmuring)

- Down with the Hastings.

(villagers shout)

Follow me!

(villagers shouting)

(somber orchestral music)

- I wonder what can be keeping them.

- I don't know.

There they are.

- (sighs) They've made it.

(villagers chattering)

- You and some of your men come with me.

I'll show you the secret
way into the castle.

- All right.

Dawson, Willie, Andrew,
Martin, you come with me.

- All of you others, wait
here until I get back.

Come on.

(ominous orchestral music)

- Poor Lady Rowena, being
forced to marry someone

she's not in love with.

- But you know, he's really not so bad.

He even seems to be a gentleman.

And quite gallant, too.

What's wrong, Isabella.

- Nothing, nothing, Lady Rowena.

(fanfare trumpet music)

- That's the signal.

We must go.

(ominous music)

- Here is the secret
passage I told you about.

In a little while they'll all be watching

the marriage ceremony.

And you should have no trouble
getting into the castle.

- Don't worry, we'll make our way in.

- [Arthur] I'll be waiting in the woods

with the rest of the men and we'll attack

when we hear your signal.

- Fine.

- [Arthur] God be with you, Lockey.

- And with you, too.

Let's go.

- [Undercover Soldier] The way is clear.

Follow me.

(wedding attendees chattering)

- It would appear that the
bride isn't very eager.

- I can't blame her.

The lady has had to suffer great wrong.

We must hope that this wedding is a source

of harmony in answer to our prayers.

(wedding attendees chattering)

(women gasp)

(harp music)

Dearly beloved friends, I am most joyful

to be called upon to
unite you in matrimony

and I'm sure that all here
share this joy with me.

- This leads to the battements.

- Faster. Faster, hurry!

- Rowena of Stratford,
do you freely accept

as your legitimate husband Brian,

the here present Sir Gotwold,
according to the rites

of the Holy Roman Church?

- Yes.

- [Prior] And do you Brian
Gotwold take Rowena of Stratford,

here present, as your legitimate wife

according to the rites
of the Holy Roman Church?

- Thank you, Prior of
Essex for having conducted

the wedding ceremony so perfectly,

except for one simple fact.

- The signal!

(men shouting)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(men shouting)
(swords clanking)

- [Ivanhoe] I'll deal with you later.

Bertrand of Hastings, you said you wanted

to meet the unknown knight again.

- [Prior] I beg you brethren.

- [Ivanhoe] I am he, Wilfred of Ivanhoe!

(dramatic orchestral music)
(swords clanking)

- After them!
- This way!

- Get the rebels!
- Kill them!

(swords clanking)

- [Ivanhoe] This is it,
Bertrand of Hastings.

- [Bertrand] Come on, fight!

(swords clanking)

- [Ivanhoe] You dark (mumbles)!

(dramatic orchestral music)

(Bertrand groans)

- [Man] Sir Bertrand is dead!

- Don't kill me.

I'll give you what...

(men cheering)

- [Rowena] Ivanhoe, my love.

Arthur! Dearest brother.

(trumpet fanfare music)

- Who are you?

- Wilfred of Ivanhoe.

- Be it known that we, John of England,

Duke of Normandy, hereby
ordain every feudal privilege

be abolished from this moment on

and that a free assembly of free men

be called forthwith to
consider all matters

relating to the well-being of the nation.

Signed, John King of England.

(villagers cheering)

(triumphant orchestral music)