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Do you have any food?

I'm very hungry.

Let down the air.

You do not pass for a boy.

Let down your hair.

I'm not afraid.

Travelers spoke in these hills of the
hero Robin Hood.

He protects the meek.

One protects the weak.

And he were no hero.

He observed thrice a day and gave silver
to the poor.

And he had the love of Lady Marian. Is
that not a hero?

Lady Marian were taken from an old
shepherd's tale by a storyteller

unfortunately drunker than I.

She with a great love of Robin Hood.

I've known those who met this man. Would
you like to know a secret?

I would.

He never prayed once in his life.

These tales spread across the land of
lies upon lies.

He were a murderous brigand who perhaps
cut the throat of a sheriff and a long

line of others.

People saw a meaning where there was
none.

He was not a hero.

He robbed and killed for the joy of it.
Nothing more.

Those you met... Did they say he felt
remorse for his crimes?

I suspect he felt tired.

I would say if you met this villain
Robin Hood...

You should make haste away and keep
whatever life you have left to you.

Who's your kin?

The grief.

Father.

Grandfather.

You should have bathed.

Or waited for the wind to change.

I'll give you weight on your back foot.

That's all.

You did well.

They sing lies, these foolish common
folk.

Lies of his heroism and goodness.

But blood debts are old, and generations
of his victims hunt him.

For in truth, none were more wicked and
wanton than the

murderous bandit Robin Hood.

And his little John.

Speak to Thomas.

You were hanged in the south.

Will.

They gutted him.

I've no one else to ask.

What happened?

My name is Edward.

Who is Edward?

Met him on the road ten some months ago.

His brother died and he was going to
grow rye and peas on his brother's land.

No one knew Edward Fez.

So I killed him.

Now I am Edward.

And Margaret's a good wife.

It's a good farm.

What happened?

A family on the land found me out.

Took my farm.

Took my Margaret.

Tried to take my life.

I cannot take back alone what is mine.

It's not yours.

It's my family.

I'm tired, John.

Edward.

It will be a mighty battle.

One full of stories.

You're strong.

I am.

I come from an old family.

They're saved from Viking blood.

There's a story that once their elder
father fought a bear.

It will be a mighty battle, Robin.

How many are there?

Four. Five.

Together we can vest them.

We'll likely die.

One said to the other, did say, oh,
where shall we

go and dine the day, oh, where shall we
go and dine today?

In behind that altar floor, I sense
there

lies a new slain knight, and nobody
knows that he

lives.

But his hawk and his hound and his lady
fair, oh, his hawk and his hound and his

lady fair.

Many a one for him shall mourn, none
shall

know where he has gone.

This is a good adventure.

A good adventure.

You remember when we met the Potter?

Did we leave him naked or did we kill
him?

I tried to tell the story and someone
said we left him naked.

I couldn't remember.

You always told it well, Ruben.

Why would we leave him naked?

I don't know.

We're just?

We never met, Potter.

What do you mean we never met him?

I mean, that never happened. It's just a
story you heard somewhere.

But if we did meet a Potter, we'd kill
him.

I'd remember if it were a story.

Yeah.

Tell me about your wife.

Margaret.

She's a good woman.

She's a very good woman.

She's pious.

She teaches me pridefulness.

Paint a portrait.

Paint a portrait.

Paint a portrait.

She has hair that's red.

Red like?

Red like fresh blood.

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

Red like... Like the setting sun.

Like the setting summer sun.

Margaret's a good wife.

With hair that's red like the setting
summer sun.

She cares for me.

And I care for her.

Open runs past the mountains.

Many places to begin again.

I do not aim to begin again.

No, Henry!

No, Henry, run!

No! Edward!

Henry!

Get the others!

Edward!

Edward.

Edward.

Watch over little Margaret.

AHHHHHH -

Grant us grace to desire thee with our
whole heart.

Come on now, pray.

And in finding thee, we may love thee.

And in loving thee, we may hate those
sins from which thou hast redeemed us.

the sake of Jesus Christ.

Amen.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

My clothes were thin and old.

The crust all dropping, wet with dew,
lopens the tiny

spears.

The lonely days depended too, more
lonely

with my tears.

Oh, look at you.

to sorrow born, shunned son of poverty.

The world made gameless thoughts and
scorn and grinning

in for me.

Unequal though my sorrow seems, but
great indeed they are.

Oh, hear my sorrows for my dream.

You'll find...

We cry to thee, O Lord.

Do thou have mercy upon us?

Grant forgiveness.

O King of heaven and everlasting Lord,
receive our prayers which we

pour forth.

And grant forgiveness.

Visit the sick, bring forth the captive,
help the widow

and the orphan.

And grant forgiveness.

We have sinned and departed from thee.

Wilt thou, the Redeemer of all, save us?

And grant forgiveness.

Have mercy on the penitent and wash away
the stains of sin.

And grant forgiveness.

Amen.

Push!

Please. Please, baby.

I accept your life and the life

of your daughter.

uh

I'll take you to her.

She'll get you well again.

They'll be haunting us.

A man brought you here.

He sealed your wounds with fire and he
did not do a poor job.

You have been here six days.

You have wounds in your abdomen.

Ribs and a leg badly broken.

Do you understand my words?

Where is this?

You're at the Priory of St. Clement.

Or a place for you to heal.

What town?

There is no town.

Do you know the story of Saul?

What?

It goes, there once was a man, Saul, a
breather of menaces against disciples of

the Lord.

He came to the prince of priests and
asked of him letters into Damascus, to

synagogues. That if he came across any
man or woman of this life, he should

leave them bound and... That is all we
need to do.

Just a few drops.

It was not too painful?

It were not.

I'm Sister Brigid.

What's your name?

I owe you an apology, Randolph.

What apology?

You begged for me to let you die.

And I did not.

You said it was right. I will with
fever.

Well, your fever has passed.

Rest now, Randolph.

Your body's covered in scars.

Do you mean anyone of this triary harm?

I do not.

Will any harm follow you here?

It will not You

will do them

no harm

Now back to the bed.

Now back to the door.

Now open the door

Go

as

far as you'd like

Can you row yet?

There is a boat on the west shore.

That's all right.

You can stay here if you help in the
orchard.

I'm not a farmer.

Then you know not how to hunt.

I know how to hunt.

There is some game on this island.

But no, you cannot hunt. You cannot even
draw a ball.

I can draw my ball.

It's mostly rabbits.

Do you know how to trap?

I know how to trap.

Good. But no more than six traps or the
population will not sustain.

Can you manage six traps?

I can manage six traps.

Good.

For the rest of your time, you may help
in the orchard.

Are you trying to flee?

You are quiet.

I am quiet and slow.

You are quiet, but you need to be slow.
You're a cripple.

You're a leper.

It's all right to be slow.

We are safe here.

That's quite a thing to say.

You know that?

I know that because she has made us
safe.

Are you a prioress?

She was like us.

She knew great sorrow, great pain.

Widowed young.

But through that sorrow, she found the
strength to heal us.

You do not look like you've been healed.

The Prioress once told me a story of a
great philosopher.

The greatest philosopher of his time.

But one day, this king turned against
him, threw him in a dungeon to be

and executed.

But in his misery, when he had nothing,
an angel came to the philosopher and she

spoke to him.

And from her, he learned that it did not
matter if this whole world were

miserable, if all he had were death.

Because he had one thing that could
never be touched or taken.

He had his mind.

And in his mind, he had God.

It's never too late to find peace.

What are you doing?

I row across every day.

Your friend was strong enough to take
you, but so were not, so I ferried him.

Will you take me across?

I will not.

You can roar yourself when you're
stronger.

For now, work at your tasks.

Trapping, I hear. I will hunt.

No, you can't hunt.

Leper.

What happened to that grave for Wasiper?

He was tortured and executed, of course.

Of course.

oh oh

Oi!

He's dead.

How's it go?

Let me show you my trees.

These... They're the elderberries.

They harvest late in the summer.

Do they know what you were before this?

Oh, you'll have to favour this side for
my hearing.

Pears? I harvest just after.

And what were I before this?

Oh, I sell sword at best.

At best, certainly.

We have a way about us.

You remember the trees?

Pears and elderberries. Wonderful.

Some of them know.

But the prioress does not care who we
were.

And the apples harvest in the autumn.

Did she speak of what happened to her?

The prioress is tending to the girl. You
should speak with her if you are

concerned.

What were the trees?

Pears, apples and elderberries.

Wonderful.

This will be your last let in.

Though your body still has much healing.

Are you tired?

I am.

But I've been tired before.

The child does not sleep.

What happened to her?

Terrible things.

She told you her story?

No, she does not speak.

She does not eat and she does not sleep.

What is her name?

Margaret.

Who is she?

I met her father.

A farmer.

Well, he's dead.

Seems. And the mother?

I think dead.

How? I don't know.

Dead past.

Slain?

Not.

You lie very well.

Did the child see?

She could have.

It is much for a child to see.

I'm sorry for your

friend.

Thank you.

Would you like me to pray for him?

As you wish.

What was his name?

Edward.

Edward.

Be not your heart afraid, for ye believe
in God and ye believe in me.

In the house of my father there are many
rooms.

And when I make ready for you a place, I
shall come and take thee to myself.

For where I am, he may be also.

And whither I go, he shall know the way.

Margaret!

Margaret!

It's all right.

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

She don't know this island.

They're a bore of that.

Those men that hurt you.

They know you're here.

What's my name?

Say my name.

Randall? That's right.

Who's little John?

That name is nonsense and you should
never speak it.

Now if you speak it, a cat will come in
the night and take your tongue.

Go to sleep.

Thank you for bringing her back.

You're welcome.

Do you know the story of this Priory?

No.

Well, in ages before history, this was a
holy site of the ancient Druids.

They worshipped unknown gods.

worshipped in these woods.

Then the Romans came long ago, and they
sensed the magic of this place, so they

built their temples.

And people upon people sensed it, and
they came here to worship.

Countless gods, tribe after tribe, who
would not even know how to speak to each

other.

Yet we were all pulled to this place.

Do you believe there is magic in this
island?

I believe there is power in it.

I've seen the power in stories.

They can be used to make men do terrible
things.

And then those terrible things become
stories.

And stories.

No.

I cannot trust any of them.

We cannot be trusted with them.

Knives cut bread as well as they do
flesh.

It's a question of balance.

Does balance have a say?

I think if balance did not have some
say, we would not be here.

This world would not be here and...

And we would not be sharing these words.

Do you ever consider that?

The incredible precision of balance over
such an expanse of time.

The balance it takes to create a word,
any specific word, that can pass between

lips and be understood by two minds.

Randolph.

Not hungry?

No.

I'll be dying soon.

How do you know?

I can feel it inside.

What does it feel like?

It feels right.

There's someone there.

The waters have been busy.

Start around the feet.

Little cuts.

Good. Other one.

Good.

I know, there's two down the front.

Not down the belly. Good.

Watch this one.

That's it.

You do the other one.

That's it. That's it.

You are a brave young man.

Thank you, sister.

Are you hungry, Arthur?

I am, sister.

There, we'll fix you up a good supper
tonight.

Herring stew.

Parents do.

Do you like that?

Yes. Where do you come from, Art?

My family found toward Keswick.

Toward Keswick?

Yes, sir.

Randolph. Randolph.

Toward Keswick.

You never said you seek your niece.

I do.

You were set upon.

I was. On the road?

Yes.

We're safe here. Which road?

The road to Keswick, sir.

Thank the Lord you survived.

I do thank the Lord.

How about honeyed pears after supper for
being so brave?

Little Margaret, that man Arthur, did
you ever see him before you came to the

Priory?

Never.

The men, the men who hurt your papa, did
you

see their faces?

Papa said to run.

Papa stopped praying.

He was angry.

He prayed in his mind.

What's Papa's name?

Your Papa, your Papa.

Bring it here.

Oh, this is fine work.

You see, it favors a bend here.

You have to balance it so it bends
evenly.

So this part here needs to be thinned.

Alright.

Can you make for me?

Want me to make you a bowl?

Today

I

remembered a story by a poet named
Lucretius.

You wrote on water called atoms.

Or if you pick apart the trees and
people and stones, these would be the

smallest invisible pieces that make up
everything in creation.

And these atoms are sailing through the
void and...

..sometimes for no reason at all, they
change their course.

in the least amount, not even a hair.

And if it weren't for that small or
unpredictable change forcing

the atoms to cross and weave with each
other,

nothing at all in other heavens would
exist.

Good.

There

we

go.

Good.

What do you think for your ball?

Let's have a look.

There we go. They look good.

Arthur. Do you know how to trap?

Yes. Good. I need a strong hand. Come.

Does your family have land?

Yes.

How many of you are there?

I don't know.

Are you right?

I am.

I am.

Not as young as I once were.

I could use a hand up is all.

Thank you.

I delivered you quite a blow.

Yes. Who did it?

A man.

Some men.

Bandits. A man, bandits?

Yes. May I look?

It's quite a blow.

You're lucky you survived.

You're a lucky boy.

Yes. You should be thankful to be alive.

He used to court his staff.

Look here, didn't take your hair off.

Randall!

Randall!

Moishe?

Do you remember the trees?

Pears, apples and oliveries.

Wonderful.

You know that you're the most important
person in little Margaret's life.

Not important.

Think of all the people

whose lives you've crossed.

and somehow to all of them.

Do you know the story of Guy of Gisborne
and Robin Hood?

Did you really be Adam?

You are confused, Lepo. Well, I'm not
tell a soul.

But don't lie to a man on his deathbed.

So, did you really be Adam?

There were no coyotes born.

Well, just one of the many tales of
Pastor Monk.

But I buried other men.

You really don't remember?

No.

Think about that name.

There were a guy of Gisborne.

But you did not hear him.

You cut off his ear.

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

Do you remember that?

We seek to have found another life.

There is one cruelty I would argue to
not bring about.

You will guard the orchard until you do
die.

You will serve the Prioress and the
people of this Priory past

and future.

But at no point...

In that time... In those... Good and

peaceful years... Will you tell the
Briars who you

really are?

Why?

Because... One of those... Nameless,
faceless deaths in the

shadows of your mind.

We're in another life.

Oh, beloved.

and bringeth the word in you.

Sing cuckoo, use the blast to laugh the

llama, laugh the camuco, work is
started, book...

Come.

There's a child on the far shore.

Perhaps it's her niece.

The letter said you saw Chilo's niece.

Yes.

Could it be her?

We shall see.

I do not see signs of anyone.

We should wait.

Maybe they will return.

What is your name?

Arthur.

Do not waste time lying to me.

What is your real name?

Godwin.

You are deciding, Godwin, whether to do
the deed yourself or to fetch

your family.

What deed?

How many men have you killed, Conrad?

How many children have you killed?

I've killed so many, I could not give
you a count.

For longer than you've been alive, I've
been killing a kin of those I killed a

lifetime ago. I do not remember in the
first.

It meant nothing to me at the time,
but...

Their brothers and their children, their
grandchildren, they remember me.

So now I must kill them.

Again and again.

In different forms, like shades.

Again.

And again, and it never ceases.

It's a curse, Godwin.

And it's one you bring on yourself, even
if done.

Through duty.

It cares not about your duty.

This world cares only about blood.

And blood is all that we're given in
return.

Do you want to kill a child, Godwin?

Do you want to be responsible for the
killing of a little girl?

Your father's dead?

And your uncle's?

I am the eldest left.

The law she had lived, Godwin.

My mother.

My aunt.

My sisters.

You have a home, Godwin.

Yes. Go home.

Tell your family all blood debts are
paid.

And we'll be paid someday.

Sleep in your own bed.

Hold dear the life you are yet to share
with your kin.

And if you return here, you will have
wasted this chance at life that I give

now.

And I will cut your throat and never
think of you again.

Go now.

And do not look back.

I thought you had departed.

I am Robin the Outlaw.

You need to know I'm a monster.

I am not one, Randolph.

I am the Outlaw.

Robin Hood.

Tell me I should leave.

I will go now.

Get in the bed.

Bye now.

You burned my husband alive.

I dreamed that he was already dead, but
why else did you bar the door?

It felt like a lifetime searching the
ashes of our home.

And he looked so small.

This curled up in the corner with so
much of him gone.

But as much as I dream, I know he was
alive.

Because until the very end, he had
wrapped himself around our children.

Randolph? It's me.

Who speaks of Robin Hood?

Don't be afraid.

I will rescue you from this place.

I'll rescue little Margaret.

And we're gonna start a new life
together, Redwood.

She has hair red like the setting

sun.

Red like the setting summer sun.

Red like the setting summer sun.

Have you found your odd death?

I owe this life to you.

It is what it is.

But I owe this life to you.

You owe me nothing.

Amazing pruning of flower.

Well, it should not be.

Aye, it should not.

But it can.

I help those who come to this island.

I heal them.

Damn me.

Little Margaret.

Your father's name was John.

I knew him for many years.

the bridge one day over a Russian river.

He was stubborn.

He would not yield.

Oh, not to any man, not even to me.

So we wrestled.

on the side of the head.

He struck me in the stomach and I
wobbled down that bridge.

Splash.

He knocked me in the bum.

Once I dragged myself out, drenched to
the bone, we

embraced.

We called your papa Little John.

And we lived for many years.

As outlaws in the Greenwood.

We had feasts.

We stole that silver.

We stole it from bad people.

You want me to tell you?

Because he loved you so dearly.

You must never tell us all.

Not even the children you play with.

You must never tell them your papa's
name.

There are people out there.

And they are angry with your papa.

And so they're angry with you.

Well, can we keep that secret?

I can keep that secret, little Margaret.

Can you?

Good.

Now come beside me.

Take this.

Why were you little?

What?

Why were my -

Because you were little when I found
you.

Like you.

End it with your leg, as you saw me do.

Find a point where the waters meet the
sky.

Pull out a rope through your mouth.

And hold it.

I will tell you when to lose.

And when I do, you're not letting go.

They're not holding on anymore.

Watch that target.

Your body will always be there.

Feel when that arrow will fly true.

You're gonna find a dance.

Can I tell you to lose?

The wind between the north and east,
blowed every

chill and cold.

Oh, coldly blowed to me at least, my
clothes were thin

and tall.

The grass fell dropping, wet with dew,
low bent the tiny

stairs.

Tears Oh luckless youth To sorrow born

Johnson of poverty The world

made gamely sports and scorn And
grinning gins for me

Unequal though my sorrow seems But great

indeed they are

Oh hear my soul for my stream you'll
find any true

Thank you.

Oh, then what she is, my glimpsed crown,
what willow's flower is she?

Oh, that is the axe that cut them down,
those senseless wretches do

her.

Oh, toad her aching hands did wield, the
axe that gave the blow.

It was with them...

Thank you.

Chocotool in hand.

So farewell to our common field.

That nothing can be saved.

To lay the queens in purchased waste.

They dropped into its grave.

Reflection perceived.

Deadly keen.

While with moral grounds we scan.

Damn dare you to change it, dove the
queen