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Steal the bread out of my mouth, would he? That interloper!

Want him, Robin?

Later, Will Scarlet.

He can't get far in Sherwood.

Halt, or I'll send this arrow through your throat.

You do, Sir Knight, and you'll be jutting quills like a porcupine.

You'll be more reasonable unarmed.

If that's yours, I fail to see the humor.

Cutpurse I may be, but not a cutthroat.

Then whose if not yours?

A stranger, poaching in my preserve.

Your preserve?

Aye, Sherwood Forest, my preserve.

And by what right do you claim royal land?

By my own right.

Those are bold words for a thief.

But not for Robin Hood.

Robin Hood, the outlaw?

Aye.

Give him our gold, Brother, and let's be gone.

And where are you going? That is none of your concern.

I can't let you go alone.

The wood is full of danger, and it's almost night.

Could there be greater danger than yourself?

You misjudge me, lady.

I... I hope you understand this slight precaution.

There. Come.

Ho, men!

Help!

Help!

My arm!

That's an ugly gash.

How did that happen?

I... I was gored by a tusker.

How awful! Please come in.

Pardon, my lady.

You may uncover your eyes now, sir.

There! Welcome to the camp of Robin Hood.

Will you share a cup with me, my pretty?

Mind your manners, Little John.

Fetch meat and ale for our guests.

Do forgive our rough bounty.

It fails to do justice to your charms.

- Ah! - Oh, what a peach she is!

Isn't she beautiful?

Well, you heard what Robin said.

Get me some ale, some meat. Quick! Quick!

A beautiful woman in our midst is like a spring rain.

Everything about begins to blossom.

It's too bad such fine words can't be followed

by equally as fine deeds.

Sooner or later, my bold friend, you'll rue this day.

Prince John himself will have to catch me first.

I was thinking of King Richard.

Richard? Richard is in France.

He may soon come home.

Do not jest with me.

These last five years, I've been fighting in France at Richard's side.

I know of what I speak.

Then you're friends of Richard's?

We are. And when he's on the throne,

men like you will pay for your crimes.

Crimes?

Please understand, I do not defend this greenwood for myself,

rather against the tyrannies of the Lord of Nottingham.

Sir Fitz-Alwin?

The same.

But he's a Saxon and an honorable lord.

Saxon, yes, but not honorable.

Fitz-Alwin is now bleeding our people

to raise the dowry of Lady Christabel.

A dowry for Lady Christabel?

Yes, our noble Saxon's daughter.

And as for Sherwood, I'm keeping it in trust for Richard,

the only man worthy of stalking the royal game.

Oh, here, I do not take money from Richard's cause.

Friends of his are friends of mine.

I am Sir Allan Claire, and this is my sister, Lady Marian.

I am indeed honored, and regret the inconvenience I have caused.

A camp is no place for my lady.

I'll take you to the cottage of my foster parents.

There I can offer you choice of bed and board.

A toast to Richard!

Hail to King Richard!

Hail to King Richard. Long may he live!

A hearty appetite follows a hearty drink.

Now, fall to before the meat gets cold.

Tell me, now, what brings you to Sherwood?

Perhaps you have a message from King Richard.

Those sly looks are full of meaning.

Tell him, Allan, there's nothing to hide.

I've come to claim the hand of the Lady Christabel in marriage.

I'm afraid you're a bit too late.

She's already promised to another.

That dowry is being raised for the Norman Baron Tristram.

But that's impossible. She was promised to me five years ago.

Lady Christabel is being sacrificed

upon the altar of political expediency.

It is a foolish man who continues to believe

in a promise that is five years old.

Poor Lady Christabel is but a pawn in Fitz-Alwin's hands.

He is forcing her to marry the Baron.

But she is my betrothed!

I have her father's word.

So much for Fitz-Alwin's word.

No stronger than candle wax.

I'll see Fitz-Alwin in the morning. There must be some mistake.

Hear that?

For shame on you, Robin.

Have I taught you woodlore all in vain

that thee cannot tell the sluffing of the wind through the elms?

For shame.

If your lady should marry the Norman Baron,

the bond will bring all of Nottingham under his heel,

and that of his uncle, Prince John.

There is hardship enough to bear now,

but it will be nothing compared to the misery to come.

Whose cold and inhospitable eye is that?

Open up for a humble friar who walks in the service of Our Lord.

Come in, good Friar.

Your cottage was lighted and it was getting too dark to travel further.

I ask nothing for myself, good people,

just a little fodder for my faithful servant.

Take nourishment, good Friar.

I'll stable your animal myself.

Just a sliver will do for me, good dame.

Benediction on this charitable family.

You will be remembered at Holy Mass.

I am Robin Hood.

This is my foster mother, Margaret Head.

Lady Marian, Sir Allan Claire, brother and sister,

and my friend Little John and Will Scarlet.

I'm on my way to Nottingham Castle

to hear the prayers of the faithful.

I, too, am on my way to the castle.

Our young knight here came all the way from France to marry Lady Christabel.

What? He doesn't know?

He knows, but he doesn't believe.

That is not the wind sluffing through the elms.

Perhaps not, Robin.

It might be the wounded hunter I put in the room upstairs.

Wounded hunter? What kind of wound?

In the left hand. Gored by a tusker, he says.

In the left hand...

Why did you try to kill Sir Allan?

The Baron, he paid me.

Bar the door! Fitz-Alwin's men!

Unbar the door and let me at them!

There are more important things to do than that now.

Ooh.

It's plain to me now, the confession of that rogue upstairs,

and then this treacherous attempt.

Hold still!

Fitz-Alwin or the Baron, or both of them together,

they want no part of you alive.

You have no wound!

Huh?

Of course not.

You led me on.

Do you know any other way I could get that soft white hand to stroke my brow?

How did they know you were coming?

I wrote Fitz-Alwin over a month ago.

But he'll not get away with this.

I'll have his apology before another night.

And he'll have your head before another day.

Robin's right.

I refuse to give up Christabel.

There is something you can do.

What do you mean?

Take your lady from old Fitz.

Steal her from the castle?

You can't steal what's already yours.

That's a bold move.

A bold move against Satan is sometimes stronger than prayer.

It's your only way.

It won't be easy.

Oh, Mother Margaret,

bring Sir Allan a new suit.

You'd best look like one of us.

As you command, Robin.

Come with me, please.

I'll give you the tactic in detail on the way.

I'm going with you.

No, it's better that you stay here.

Yes, please stay.

My lady and I shall be honored to have you.

I'll wait then.

Mother Margaret.

One for luck, my lady?

Let's be off before my little beast tires.

One thing before we start,

if we become separated, we'll meet again at Roman Stone.

Where's that?

The old ruins at the southwest end of Sherwood.

Little John and Will Scarlet will stay at your side and show you the way.

Safe journey, my boy.

God be with you, Robin my lad.

Pray they come back swiftly.

Daughter, you should be with our guests.

I'd rather not.

My child, this is not the way to behave on the eve of such a happy event.

It's not happy for me, Father.

Christabel, don't let your young heart interfere with mature judgment.

Think, the nephew of Prince John,

the Baron Tristram, is to be your husband.

Truly a wonderful match.

I can think only of Allan.

Sir Allan Claire, a wastrel and a vagabond.

But you promised me when he returned, we'd be wed.

Christabel, Baron Tristram is a man that any woman would be proud to own.

Yes, Fitz-Alwin, what of Baron Tristram?

Welcome, Baron.

I was just saying that the house of Fitz-Alwin

was fortunate to have its blood mixed

with that of the royal blood of Prince John.

Ah, yes, my uncle, Prince John,

sends his warmest felicitations, my lady.

Oh, forgive me, Baron,

I must prepare my household for the wedding festivities.

Wedding. Our wedding.

That's a good sound.

I prefer the sound of this.

You are lovely, my lady. A joy to behold.

Your mind is elsewhere.

My lord, I dream of a bold knight

who will soon return from the wars and carry me off.

That, my lady, is a silly illusion.

And I have a suspicion that this bold knight may never return.

My dream tells me he will.

Have no fear, my lady, no dream shall stand between us.

We shall see, my lord.

Lift the portcullis!

To Richard. May he perish with his cause!

Fitz-Alwin, I drink to Prince John,

a wise man, a bold ruler and my blood relation.

Long may he reign.

Long may he reign.

Enough of politics, my lords.

Baron, I drink to your bride-to-be, the Lady Christabel.

Her beauty outshines the glitter of her dowry.

About the dowry, Baron, you know I'm doing the best I can.

Yes, I know you are.

Look, our bowman.

I'm sorry, sire.

He's either dead drunk or nearly dead, I can't tell which.

I'm sorry, sire.

I am late with cause.

Your lordship, sires, the knight, Allan Claire...

Out with it, man, what is it?

He lives.

What? Take him away!

No, sire.

Dangle him from the nearest elm!

Let him swing, a failure for all to see!

No! No, not yet!

Roman Stone. They go to Roman Stone.

Mercy, sire. Mercy!

Take him out. Take him out!

Why don't they understand?

What did the bowman mumble?

Roman Stone, I think. What is Roman Stone?

No telling what Allan Claire will do.

Against our forces?

Take no chances, Fitz-Alwin, double the guard!

Double the guard! Double the guard!

Double the guard! Double the guard!

Give us a little time, then start.

That's Lady Christabel's window.

Keep watch over us.

If need be, remember Roman Stone.

Come, Sir Allan.

Open for a man of the cloth.

Hoist the portcullis!

Lower it.

Hide the wine! Here's the monk!

I heard that slur.

I'll teach you more respect for my holy order.

Well, if it's laughter you're looking for, gather around and listen.

Now, once upon a time, there were two knights and two maids

who wanted to get married to each other.

But the two knights feared mother-in-law trouble...

...and when the skirmish ended,

the two knights returned to seek their maids.

They still wanted them.

Whenever you visit us, Friar, we can always count on a merry time.

Never mind your flattery, Maude.

Why is your daughter not abed?

I was waiting for you, good Friar.

My lady is in sore need of comfort for her soul.

I'd better visit her at once, then.

And say a prayer for my Maude, Father.

The devil seems to follow her.

Oh, Friar, what about the two knights and the two maids?

They got married and their mothers-in-law lived happily ever after.

Allan!

Christabel.

Five long years.

Summon the guard! Summon the guard!

Summon the guard! Summon the guard!

Hurry, lass, the Lady Christabel may be in danger.

We must hasten to the other side of the castle wall before we're discovered.

Where's your cloak?

My father will never forgive me.

He will in time.

Believe me, it's the only right thing to do.

Robin is trapped. You've no time to lose.

I must help.

The Friar will stay with you until I return.

Allan is safely away, but Robin is still in danger.

I'll see what I can do to help him.

My lady, we haven't lost yet.

We could leave by the secret passage.

The Friar could take a message to Sir Allan and he could meet us.

Do we dare?

Hurry, write him!

Seize that monk! He was with my lady.

He that lays hands on my holy habit will be guilty of sin!

What's going on in here?

Nothing, Father, nothing.

Who's the man who just left by the balcony?

And you were writing when I came in. Oh, no, you don't.

Perhaps this is more of your deceit. We shall soon see.

Thank goodness Father can't read.

The light's too dim.

Here, can you read this for me?

Stupid illiterate ass!

Selfish daughter!

About to become the Baroness of Lincolnshire,

and you jeopardize the choicest match in all of England!

Quick, my lady, please write another letter.

Hurry, please.

What about Robin?

Well, there's nothing we can do now but wait at Roman Stone.

Well, what have we here?

The face that haunts my sleepless nights.

This is the cutpurse who held me up a year ago in Sherwood.

Yes, verily, the same highwayman who dined me with pheasant,

plied me with wine and then robbed me of my pouch of gold.

Well, outlaw, the fox is run to ground at last.

Take him off and lock him in the keep.

I'll have my sport with him before I have him hoisted.

If you please, sir. No time now.

If you please, sir. Please, your lordship.

Read this.

Lady Christabel has fainted, my lord.

She's calling for you.

If she's fainted, she'll be out of mischief.

I'll be there presently. Well, read!

A mouse! A mouse! Over there!

There! Save me! Over there!

Save me!

Come, sit down! Well, read!

"Oh, list to me, ladies, while I relate a sorrowful tale of woe.

"While a lad to a lassie of love did prate,

"a scoundrel did lay him low.

"So take heed all lovers... "

Is that all there is?

There's nothing subversive here, my lord, merely a jingle.

Silly feminine prattle!

Get out!

Yes, my lord.

Thank you, my lord.

Have you seen Robin?

Robin? Oh, you mean the handsome lad

with the broad chest and the powerful arms?

You'd better control your earthly fancies, Maude.

But what you saw sounds like Robin.

If so, he's cooling his shanks in the keep.

Too bad. Such waste of so much man.

We must get him out.

That would be a pleasure, but my first duty is to my lady.

We're leaving tonight by the secret way to join Sir Allan.

Without Robin and myself, you'll never find him.

First you must get Robin out.

Since I'm an obedient girl, good Friar, I shall try to do as you say.

I've an idea. Please come with me to the pantry.

Let me have your cassock, Father, and a basket with food.

Hurry, please.

Wait here for me.

Maudie.

Oh, it's you, Geoffrey.

As if you didn't know.

If you must know, I came to see the handsome prisoner.

Well...

No kissing here, darling, not with all those guards looking on.

Take a walk, men. The fresh night air will do you good.

I love you, Geoffrey.

And I love you, too, Geoffrey.

Hurry, please.

Here, put this on quickly.

Come.

Here.

He's in there. I'll keep watch.

Well, here I am. Bless you, Robin lad.

Come on, give me the habit, quick! Aye.

How can you eat at a time like this? Come on, hurry!

The message?

Here.

This is Robin Hood, my lady.

Robin Hood? He's quite harmless.

I'm here to help you, Lady Christabel.

He and the Friar will lead us to Sir Allan.

Burn this.

Let's hurry! Let's get out of here before the hounds are upon us.

Robin Hood has escaped!

What's that you say?

Robin Hood has escaped!

Robin Hood escaped? You lie!

Surely my daughter is safe.

Turn out every soldier. Turn out every soldier.

Search the castle! Search the castle!

Search the castle! Find me Robin Hood!

Looking for me, Maudie?

You're too popular.

Can I help it?

Christabel!

Christabel!

Such darkness was meant for sinners, not for the righteous.

So she's gone, too, eh?

You blundering buffoon!

What are you going to do now? What is there to do?

"What is there to do?" I'll show you what there is to do.

First of all, I'm going to find the fair Lady Christabel,

and return her safely.

Then I'm going to ferret out this Robin Hood

and serve him up on a plank with an apple in his mouth!

Guard, is there a place called Roman Stone?

Yes, sire. Do you know where it is?

Yes, sire. Very well, meet us in the gateyard.

The outlaws of Sherwood Forest won't forget this night.

I'll brand it into the memory of every Saxon in the shire!

Come, Phillip.

Well, we do live and learn.

Is Allan here?

No, but I'll lead you to him.

Follow me to the horses.

Well, here we are at Roman Stone.

I hope Robin isn't too long.

There's a new moon tonight.

That's good luck for us.

Good, their horses are gone.

I'll go to the cottage and get Lady Marian.

Friar, do you know the way to Roman Stone?

Yes. We'll meet you there later.

All right. Come on, ladies.

Do hurry. We mustn't delay.

What's wrong, Friar?

I... I think I've lost the way.

Oh, no! Friar!

Well, but don't worry. I'll find it again.

Listen! We must be near!

Huh? Shh! Robin?

Ho, Robin! Is that you, Robin?

Aye, it's Robin. Who's that?

The Friar. This way, Robin, my lad.

My lady, my lady!

Help, it's a trap! They've taken my lady!

Help!

Help, help! They've taken my lady!

Help, help!

Help! Help!

The Baron, he took my lady. He took my lady.

Allan! Allan!

I'm sorry, Robin, I thought it was you.

We'll mark this day in black, Friar.

But the days to come, we'll mark in red.

"1,000 gold coins for the head of Robin Hood, thief and bandit.

"2,500 gold coins.

"All ye travelers crossing Sherwood headed for the domain of Fitz-Alwin

"will pay a toll befitting rank and station up to 2,500 gold coins.

"Serfs and bondsmen are alone exempt,

"and they alone are welcome as free men.

"Robin Hood, thief and bandit!"

Bowman, pay my respects.

See how it's done?

Now, Fitz-Alwin's swordsmen will be among the best, and they'll give us a battle.

You, pair off and try it.

Some water? Yes, thank you, dear.

Lighter, lighter, lighter!

Not bad.

Hey! Aye.

Things haven't been the same since the women moved in.

What have you got to wheeze about? The vittles are fancier.

But now I've got to wash my hands before every meal.

Hello, there.

Oh, you startled me.

Forgive me, my lady. What are you about?

Gathering greens for the soup.

We don't expect our guests to work for their keep.

The hours would be that much longer if I sat twiddling my thumbs.

Ruddy cheeks, sparkling eyes...

I must say, this rustic living agrees with you.

You flatter me.

I admire your courage, Lady Marian.

Most women would be seeking protection

when surrounded by a pack of thieves.

Are you suggesting I'll have to defend myself?

Not at all, my lady. Merely a precaution.

Here, now, take this bow and arrow, for example.

A lady an archer?

Come.

Now, we'll affix this arrow.

So,

take aim.

See how simple?

Mmm-hmm.

Oh, so it's you, false monk?

True, Lindsay, but false only in the eyes of enemies.

What do you want of me? I'm a poor man.

Poor in coin, perhaps, but not in information.

Is Lady Christabel at the castle?

She is, and well guarded.

What have you done with my innocent daughter?

She's in safe and tender hands.

Only for her sake will we let you go unharmed.

As for you, Friar, when the Archbishop of London

sends his personal delegate tomorrow morning,

I shall recommend your excommunication.

On your way, Lindsay!

The Archbishop's personal delegate?

Tomorrow morning.

Why would the Archbishop of London send his personal delegate to Nottingham?

It could be nothing less than birth or death or marriage.

Marriage, did you say?

Nothing less than a noble marriage.

A noble marriage at Nottingham and we not invited?

That can't be.

It's wonderful!

Too cold.

Come on over here.

I'm getting out.

I'm going to stay in.

Have you had enough?

Not yet.

Lady Marian! Lady Marian!

Bring those horses!

How dare you be so shameless!

I, shameless?

You don't know who I am.

You're a very pretty wench, that's all I need to know.

I'll have you know I'm the Lady Marian Claire!

The sister of Sir Allan?

He who skulks in the forest with Robin Hood?

Better man than you who has no honor.

Now, set me down at once!

Set you down, my lady, when every minute you become more beautiful?

And valuable.

We'll gather our men before dawn.

That should be in time to halt the wedding.

Aye.

Boys, boys! Where's Robin and Sir Allan?

Seems to be some excitement.

Ho!

We were taken by surprise.

All of a sudden, there they were. They rode off with her.

It was awful. She's gone! She's gone!

Easy, Maude, easy. Now, who's gone?

Lady Marian.

You and Lady Marian were to stay here. Why was that order disobeyed?

We were bathing. All of a sudden, there they were,

the Baron and Sir Phillip. They carried her off.

Little John, Will Scarlet, George, Buck! Gather all the men!

We'll meet here at midnight and sack the castle at dawn!

This is the day of reckoning, lads.

Dead or alive, we'll be free men. So ride, you devils, ride!

Now, this is the castle. Over here, the village.

We strike at the village, making a diversion.

Meanwhile, Sir Allan and myself will head for the castle.

What's this? A white horse.

Whose is it?

Head him off!

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, baby. Whoa, whoa.

This is Lady Marian's horse.

This was attached to the saddle.

Well, what does it say?

"The freedom of the Lady Marian will be exchanged

"for the capitulation of the outlaw Robin Hood. "

It's from Fitz-Alwin. Read on!

"Robin Hood will come alone and unarmed

"to the edge of the forest opposite the castle

"before sunrise of the morrow,

"and there place himself into the custody of two halberdiers

"who will bind him and bring him to the castle.

"Once Robin Hood is in irons, the Lady Marian will be released.

"If Robin Hood defies this order,

"the life of the Lady Marian will be forfeit. "

It's a trap! What will you do?

Give myself up, of course, before sunrise.

No, no!

Little John! Will Scarlet!

The prisoner is suffering from hallucinations.

Is it too dark for you to recognize Fitz-Alwin's halberdiers, outlaw?

Where's Sir Allan?

He and the Merry Men will soon be heading for the castle portcullis,

ready to attack if old Fitz tries any tricks.

You shouldn't have done this, lads.

It's too late, now, Robin, you're at our mercy.

The bandit surrenders!

The bandit surrenders! Lift the portcullis!

Take him to the Baron!

Well, Baron, he won't escape this time.

Your gallows await you, outlaw.

I've kept my part of the bargain.

Now I would like to see Lady Marian.

He wants to see the lady. How very thoughtful of him.

Everything is ready, my lords.

I insist upon seeing Lady Marian.

I'm afraid we haven't time for that.

I understand she now belongs to Sir Phillip.

Sir Phillip?

I promised her to him. I'm arranging a marriage.

Why, you...

We need time.

Hang him! To the gallows!

Up the scaffold.

Hang him!

Hang him!

Back, lads, this is my pleasure!

All right, lads.

Send for some more archers!

Send for some more archers!

Clumsy fools!

Your horse is ready, my lord. Sir Phillip is safely away with my ladies.

Very well. I must leave for my marriage.

Fitz-Alwin, I charge you with the responsibility of subduing this outlaw Robin Hood

and holding him in irons until I return.

Send for some more archers!

Lancers, to your stations! Bowmen, to the battlements!

I've got him!

Little John! Will? Where's Will?

Beyond the arch, I think.

Will. Will.

Are you all right? Will, what have they done?

Oh, he's all right.

Why, you big oaf. Pretending you were dead.

Here's Fitz-Alwin.

What have you done with Lady Marian?

In the village, with my daughter.

And the Baron?

Gone to his wedding. To the village?

Of course, Robin. The parish priest would never hold a wedding

within the shadow of the gallows.

Bring him along!

Follow me, men!

My dear friends, you are about to enter into a union

which is most sacred and most serious.

It is most sacred because it is established by God himself.

Lay down your arms! Lay down your arms!

Your Reverence, you're marrying the lady to the wrong man.

Get on with the ceremony!

This holy ritual will not be desecrated by fighting.

Now, what is this?

Speak!

My daughter and this knight have been betrothed these past five years.

Will Your Reverence continue the ceremony with the proper people?

I'll put an end to this nonsense!

I'll give this back to you, Baron, if you'll step away from this holy altar.

There'll be no sacrilege here.

Sir Phillip, will you so honor me?

My dear friends...

Wait for me. Wait for me!

You may proceed now, Father.

That's one of Prince John's men.

It's a royal herald!

What's your hurry, man?

I carry momentous news of great import.

Unhand my horse!

What's this great news, young fellow?

Richard, the Pretender, has returned to England.

Richard! Richard returned to England!

With this ring, I thee wed.

With this ring, I thee wed.

And unto thee, I pledge my fidelity.

And unto thee, I pledge my fidelity.

Richard has returned to England!

Richard has returned to England!

Richard has returned to England!

Richard has returned to England!

Hail Richard! Hail Richard!

He marches against the armies of Prince John!

Prince John calls on all Englishmen to rally to his cause

to drive the invader from the shores of England!

No! Never!

Who will ride with me for Richard?

We must go to join King Richard.

Do you mean right now?

We ride for King and country!

Hey, wait for me!