Sword of Sherwood Forest

# Now Robin Hood's in Greenshire Wood with all his outlaw band

# He hunts the fallow deer for food

# The Sheriff hunts a man. #

Lieutenant, is this what the Sheriff's looking for?

AFTER HIM! COME ON!

Aargh!

COME ON!

-It's the devil!

-Fools! It's not the devil, it's Robin Hood!

Cowards!

HORSE WHINNIES

A visitor, Roger.

A dead one, Little John. Here, but that's a good horse.

A fine one. No need to stop a traveller today.

You're right. A good horse means a good purse. He's no need of it now.

What's he got for us?

Look!

I didn't save him from the Sheriff for you to empty his purse.

-He's dead, so...

-Are you certain?

-I know a dead man when I see one.

-He's breathing.

-You said...

Roger was wrong. Take the bolt out of his back and stop the bleeding.

Just you wait, lad!

HORSE WHINNIES

TWIG SNAPS

Come out.

Come out now and you come out alive.

You'd shoot me in the back, too?

A girl!

And I'm not used to being stared at.

Oh, a lady(!) Do ladies undress in the forest(?)

I was swimming. Go away.

We wouldn't stop ladies swimming.

You'd stop a man and shoot him.

Me?!

My man didn't do that. Roger?

From a crossbow, not a longbow.

How can you be trusted?

-Wait...

-For an arrow in my back?

Make a stretcher and get him back to camp.

-Go on - I can attend to this lady.

-I can see that.

-Just a minute!

-Keep your distance, outlaw!

I'm not afraid of the name, nor to tell you mine -

..Robin Hood, at your service.

I'm not afraid who knows mine.

Fitzwalter - I'm certainly not at YOUR service.

But you have a first name - Jenny?

Or Winifred, perhaps? No, it wouldn't suit your looks.

You're very impertinent. It's Marion. Now leave me.

Marion...

Well, Marion, should you wish to swim in the forest again...

this shall be your pool and I'll order my men to keep away.

I've seen your murdering men. I shan't swim here again.

I'd see they didn't disturb you.

-I've no wish to see

-you

-again.

In that case...

-SMACK

-If I meet you again, I'll...

No, thank you!

And my men are not murderers!

Good lad, Martin. Keep your old comrades warm.

He's a good, strong lad. Not much experience, but he'll learn.

I hope I'll learn more manners. You eat like a pack of wolves!

You never know when you'll get your next meal!

I know what hardship is. I spent the winter here.

Last winter was the mildest in years.

Never felt cold once.

Not like four years ago.

Now that was a winter!

Can't have been too bad - YOU survived it!

Listen to the young blood!

Hey, Alan, give us a song and cheer us up!

These young lads make me feel old.

I can't promise to cheer you up.

-"The Cuckoo Bird"!

-"The Blue Handkerchief"!

What you like!

Robin?

You make our music, Alan - play what pleases YOU.

# An outlaw met a lady fair, a baron's daughter she

# She thought to swim in the forest there, where no one's eyes could see

# La-la-la-la-la-la-la. #

SLOW INTRODUCTION

# I would my dearest one were here

# For here I lie alone

# So long it is since we did meet

# My heart is turned to stone... #

He's not made a move all day.

That's a bad wound he has.

Perhaps he'll wake tomorrow.

Who is he?

# And yet if we should meet once more

# Her voice would melt my heart

# Her lovely face would warm my soul

# So cold since we did part... #

The Sheriff was chasing him - that's good enough for me.

But what type of man is he?

I don't know. Not a peasant, nor a merchant. Someone's servant, maybe.

# I fear across my lonely grave

# A cruel wind shall blow

# Before I see her face again

# A maid I used to know. #

-HE LAUGHS

-What did I tell you?

BLOWS HORN

I told you she'd be back.

What's the danger?

The danger's gone, but she left you a message.

"She"? Let me see that.

Of course, it is for you.

"If you want to see me again, I'll be at the Owl Inn this afternoon."

-No signature.

-I saw her plain enough.

She stuck it in that tree with this dagger.

The swimmer - Marion!

-You'll not go, surely?

-Of course I shall. How else will I see her?

It could be a trap.

It is - but not the kind you mean.

A woman's trap, and a very attractive woman.

What can I do but fall into it?

-Just you be careful.

-Why, because she's a lady? She invited ME.

That's what I mean.

THUD

It's you!

I had to return your dagger.

You didn't come swimming today.

I didn't choose to - you won't find anybody there.

But you did choose to see me again. And I'm very willing to see you.

You're not becoming your Ladyship again?

You must understand something.

I'm a free woman, you're an outlaw. I won't deal with you on that basis.

You have a problem to solve, then.

Come and be an outlaw with me.

No, but I have a friend who can solve the problem.

I brought you here to meet him.

-Good day to you, Master Robin Hood.

-A fine friend you have!

Remember your place. I'm the King's officer and this is a lady.

I've already heard that.

Keep your hands away from your sides.

I'm just showing you I'm not armed.

It's no trap. I have the Sheriff's word you'll not be harmed.

I know what his word is worth.

May I sit down? Lady Marion? I have a proposition to make.

I've no business here.

But the Sheriff has. Come, my Lord. I'm sure Robin is anxious to leave.

I can well understand that.

Say what you have to say, quickly.

I'm anxious to leave because my feelings for this lady are cooling.

Listen to the Sheriff first.

I'll come to the point.

-You are sheltering a wanted criminal.

-I

-want him.

Wanted? We're all criminals according to you.

Tell me about this one.

He fled to the forest yesterday. Doubtless you're showing him mercy.

If I had a guest with me...

-A dangerous criminal.

-..why should I give him to you?

For a hundred marks, here and now.

LAUGHS

-Two hundred.

-Is that enough?

I don't sell my guests for money - whether they exist or not.

Good. Now you must name your final price.

First let me say this. I know you have this man. He was seen with you.

Lady Marion made a proposal and I'm willing to agree with it.

-Well, out with it.

-Deliver this criminal to justice...

and I'll give you a free pardon.

-What?

-What do you say?

The only thing I can say - no.

What? It's a magnificent offer!

The most I can offer.

How can you say no?

You'd rather stay outlawed in the woods? You infuriate me!

You make it sound like a bad choice -

choosing to stay an outlaw rather than stay free to pay court to you.

I know the Sheriff. A free pardon from him's

not worth the breath he uses to make his promises.

If you won't bargain with me now, no doubt we'll meet again.

I'll await that pleasure. Now I really must go.

Lady Marion.

WHISTLE

-You gave me your word - no traps!

-Madam, I'm dealing with criminals!

Don't tell me how to deal with outlaws.

You dishonoured my promises.

That doesn't concern me.

Well done, lads!

As your word means nothing, ask for no more help from me.

You can settle matters in your own way.

Believe me, madam, I do know the way.

I said it'd be a trap, and it was.

Yes, but she didn't know about it.

You can never tell with women.

Anyway, it wasn't me the Sheriff was really after but this man here.

Poor fellow - it's all he can do to keep alive.

Who is he, I wonder?

The Sheriff said "A wanted criminal".

He must be important for the Sheriff to make all this fuss.

And offering a free pardon.

He'll be making you Sheriff next!

I should've made that my price(!)

But then he'd have wanted our friend here in exchange. Wait, look!

His eyes are open.

Lie back and keep still.

Must get to...

-Bawtry!

-Later.

Must...

Must get to B...Bawtry!

Danger!

He's very weak. Someone must stay with him.

What was that he said? "Must get to Bawtry."

He's trying to tell us something.

Yes, but what? Something to do with this emblem.

I wonder if that's what the Sheriff is after?

Well, he'll have to come and get it.

Little John, look!

Aye, Martin, I see 'em.

I think this is what Robin expected.

You stay here. I'll go and tell him.

Halt!

I want them spread out at ten paces.

Each man hold his neighbours in view and keep to the line. See to it.

So, he's come already.

Do we fight him?

No, that's what he wants us to do.

No - we move house.

Right - break camp, lads!

We all meet at the five elms. Hugh, call in the sentries.

Much, take ten men and shoot at them.

Jack, go to the five elms - see if it's safe.

-Do they all know?

-Aye - but I hope young Martin's all right.

Martin of Eastwood, I remember you.

When did you last see your family?

Last year - you made me an outlaw.

You could see them again. I'm prepared to bargain with you.

Tell me where your camp is and you'll have a free pardon.

Refuse and you'll be shot.

No.

I mean what I say.

-No!

-Stand aside.

I cannot delay. You have no more time.

Wait!

Go on, tell me.

You'll give me the pardon?

You go in for about a mile till you reach the twin oaks...

..then you go up the ridge to the north.

You'll see no path, but if you go in the large thicket...

the path starts behind it.

When we get back to Nottingham,

see that a free pardon is made out for Martin of Eastwood, an outlaw.

Not one of them here, my Lord. But there's a grave.

The man you're after may have died.

It must be him. He was badly wounded when we lost him.

Graves can be empty. Dig it up.

You two, here!

Is that you, Lucy?

No, it's Marion - Marion Fitzwalter.

I so wanted to see you again, Lucy.

But they killed me.

Martin?

R...Robin...

I betrayed you.

They offered him a free pardon - and then shot him.

All right, Martin. We've moved camp. We're safe.

-I...

-HE GROANS

Get word to Friar Tuck. We'll see he has a Christian burial.

With the Sheriff on the prowl you mustn't stay here.

Come with me.

I'll take you where you won't be seen going.

Yes, that's him.

Anything on him?

You mean in his purse, my Lord?

Yes, his purse.

Go on, man, look!

Eight silver marks and a crucifix.

Anything else? The gold emblem?

No, my Lord.

Your way lies over there. Now you see why I couldn't accept a pardon.

Yes. I wanted to tell you...

Tell me what?

Yesterday, the Sheriff's trap.

I knew nothing about it.

That man Martin - I'll not let the Sheriff forget that.

You must be off.

You're risking your life here alone.

I can take care of myself. A woman...

I can take care of myself!

MEET YOU AT FRIAR TUCK'S TOMORROW AFTERNOON!

A falcon and a daisy...?

WOMAN SCREAMS

Stop that!

Strike!

What's his offence?

I don't take orders from you.

Whose orders were these?

The Sheriff of Nottingham. Strike!

Stop! >

Do you presume to give me orders too?

Look well at me first, Captain.

Milord!

Set him free, then go.

All right, untie him.

Who is the authority in this country? I am.

It's my duty to punish lawbreakers.

You know nothing about it.

I question your treacherous methods.

-You offered Robin Hood a free pardon.

-That was your idea.

And I know what would have happened.

Martin of Eastwood was offered a free pardon and then shot.

You are speaking of outlaws.

-Does your word mean anything?

-I am very busy.

I'm concerned for Martin's family.

Do they deserve to starve?

It will be investigated.

Martin died a free man. His property must be restored to his family.

The case will be gone into.

While they go hungry?

This is not a matter for me, but for lawyers and clerks.

You refuse to help them.

It is a legal procedure. It will take time.

I'll not let you rest until I get justice.

-What are you proposing to do?

-To see justice done.

Let me give you a word of warning.

If you side with the outlaws, you'll tread on dangerous ground.

-HE SNIFFS

-Delicious!

How the good Lord provides for us.

Who's there?

Just practising my archery, Father.

Come to confession?

I might, Friar Tuck, but I've an appointment.

I haven't seen any of you for more than a week.

Look at those onions - ruined.

We've had to move. The Sheriff came at us with every man he'd got.

We've moved north, beyond five elms.

It was bound to happen eventually.

But it wasn't us he was after.

The man he wanted died before he found him.

God rest his soul. Who was he?

We don't know. We found him badly wounded.

Just before he died he said, "Must get to Bawtry... Danger.'

Why Bawtry? Little town on a hill, that's all.

I don't know, but I'm going there.

Must be important for the Sheriff to go to those lengths.

Tidy step to Bawtry.

Still, I must go.

Aren't you taking a risk leaving the forest? I could go for you.

No, you're too fat!

I've made longer journeys than that.

I was a great traveller in my time. I was a bit slimmer, of course.

Well, I must be off. I must get back here to meet a lady.

-Why would a lady want to meet you?

-HORN BLOWS DISTANTLY

We've got visitors -

the Earl of Newark.

Good day, Friar. We would like a drink of water.

It's a thirsty business in today's sun.

A good a morning's hawking, though.

You beat me today.

I'll wager my bird against Melton's, but he's saving his, it seems.

Mine has flown in better company.

You, fellow, fetch me some water.

Are you deaf, you scoundrel?

Allow me.

Stand back. I told HIM.

Come over here, you, I'll not be disobeyed by a peasant.

Give me a cup of water!

-YOU INSOLENT DOG!

-Melton, put away your sword!

Put away your sword!

-I'm sure it was an accident.

-And I'm sure it was not.

He insulted me!

You provoked him. Here a moment.

He's one of my parishioners - a good man at heart.

All right, Father.

You're armed with a bow, I see.

I'm practising my archery.

Do you shoot well?

-I do my best.

-He's very good, my Lord.

I'll put you to a test.

Lord Melton claims you insulted him. I'll give you both a chance.

-Melton, put up your falcon.

-Why?

-Do as I say.

-Hit that falcon, one shot.

-No!

If he misses, you may have him punished.

If he hits it, you're not to touch him.

Well, how's your nerve?

It was my life or hers, my Lord.

Give me that bow of yours.

And an arrow.

Was that a good shot, or another accident? We shall see.

Your skill against mine.

You see that forked branch?

If you can hit that right fork, I'll know I can rely on you.

You shoot well.

That'll be a hard shot to equal.

You shoot well, too. Come and work for me.

I don't know about that.

-Did your last year's work bring you a hundred marks?

-No.

You'll have a hundred from me - for a month's work.

I've shown you I'm a man of my word. Well?

He's got a big family to support.

-My offer depends on you coming with me

-now.

-I'll come.

-Good. Can you ride?

Well enough.

Goodbye, Father, and thank you for our drinks.

I hope your journey won't exhaust you.

What journey? Oh, yes.

Let my "family" know where I am.

Come along, Isabella, we've got a journey to make.

BRAYS

Come on, we've got to go to Bawtry.

-BRAYS

-You abomination!

This assize is to determine the ownership of the Manor of Bawtry,

following the death of the tenant.

Who represents the Crown?

I do, as the King's officer.

You have the sworn documents?

-It would appear so.

-This is a simple formality.

The court has sworn documents...

testifying to the death of John Mortimer in the King's service in the Holy Land.

There is no heir to the estate.

I ask the court to confirm that the estate be held in trust by me...

by virtue of my office as Sheriff, until re-granted to another tenant.

Does any here dispute the facts in this matter?

None object, my Lord.

The Sheriff wishes that the lands fall to the Crown

until re-granted to another tenant. Do any object on legal grounds?

I have a mind to speak!

You must take your oath.

I have. I swore to the death of John Mortimer.

I fought with him in the Holy Land. It was a pity such a good man died.

He made this town.

You seem to have devoted your life to his service.

My life's of no consequence.

No-one here will speak his mind, but I shall.

We all know what's happening.

You're acting within the law, and hiding behind it.

You're acting as an agent.

When the manor's under your control, you'll give it to some nobleman,

who'll pull the town down to build a castle!

That sounds like a prophecy - witchcraft, almost.

Are you able to see the future?

One moment, my Lord. Sit down, man.

This court does not accept hearsay.

It's common knowledge.

The Sheriff ought to act in the King's interest, not his friend's.

Enough! I will not admit gossip!

-Hear my judgement....

-Wait!

-Who spoke?

-I have something to say.

Here's someone you'll listen to!

Hubert Walter!

-It's the Chancellor.

-I know.

-That's Hubert Walter.

-The Archbishop of Canterbury?

And King's Chancellor - not a man to trifle with.

If your Grace would wish to address the court...?

I've several things to say. I speak not as Archbishop.

If I did, I should urge you to do what's right and just without fear.

But you seem powerless to act against the word of the King's law.

Your Sheriff seems to do his duties strictly according to the law.

But I am Chancellor of England.

I'll not have it said that the law acts against the people's rights.

The King swore to uphold them, and I speak for the King.

Travelling through England I learn things I'd never hear in London.

Some nobles would like to build castles in defiance of the King.

And I've enough experience to know that if this hill, if fortified,

would hold the roads to the north and cut off any shipping.

It may be the law that this manor should be made over to the Sheriff.

But in this case I absolutely forbid it.

MURMURING

I require that you have all the documents sent to me in London.

If your Grace would...

(I must do as he says!)

No matter. There are other ways.

You obstinate animal.

We'll try another way.

I thought so.

That's the sort of archbishop I like. Here's to him.

Oh, another member of the clergy.

You're not as welcome as the one we just had, but I'll buy you some ale.

Bless you.

Seeing an archbishop done something for us,

I don't mind a blessing from an ordinary friar.

Thank you. You say you had an archbishop here?

Aye, Hubert Walter.

And Lord Chancellor. >

You couldn't ask for more with the King in France.

I'd like a talk with him.

It's a disgrace - these new fasting rules.

It's all very well to make rules against gluttony.

But to an ordinary priest like me it means just one chicken and half a goose.

-We were lucky to get half a

-loaf

-on the Crusade!

Father, I can see you're hungry.

It's been a big day with us, so I'll buy you a pie.

You're a very understanding and charitable man.

Though I rear my own, I'm only allowed to eat one chicken at a time.

LAUGHTER

Was he in any danger?

The Archbishop? No!

He rode off an hour ago toward London.

So much for Robin's danger!

LAUGHTER

I'll not waste our time on plain targets.

Just as you like.

First, see if you can hit the pumpkin through the spinning wheel.

Three arrows each, I'll begin.

Ready, Will?

Now you.

You've done well.

Now for some bell ringing.

WILL!

Three arrows for the most shots in the quickest time, you say when.

Now.

RING

RINGS

Two out of three to you.

-It's the speed that beats you.

-But you did two.

Come with me. I'll watch you shoot alone.

I've seen you can shoot straight. Now shoot crooked.

Stand just here.

If you can hit the goal from here, you're the man I need.

Spinning wheels, bells - now hit the goal through that slit?

You don't give me much of a sight of it.

Take your time.

Nearly. Once more.

Might do better than that.

If you can shoot a hawk high up in the sun, you're able to shoot a man.

That depends.

On how much? You'll be well paid.

No, on what man.

Set your mind at rest. He deserves to die.

He'd kill me without hesitation.

Where am I supposed to do this, my Lord?

You'll be taken to the place. You won't see the man.

He wouldn't let you stand in his way.

You mean the Sheriff?

Keep your eye on the target!

Oh, you abominable creature.

I've a good mind to put you on a fast.

Good day, Friar.

Lady Marion. Do forgive me for not getting up.

I can hardly move. I've been on a long journey.

Rest, if you've been in the saddle.

I've been on my feet, pulling that abominable monster there.

Look at her, eating her head off!

You're very welcome. What did you want to talk to me about?

Not you, Father. I came here to meet someone.

A man?

I had a man here this morning. He had an appointment, too.

Did you know this man very well?

Yes, he's a good fellow, though not everybody thinks so.

I met him first accidentally. But to my mind, Robin...

Shh!

What did he say?

He had to go to Newark.

Oh, I've missed him. I had to see the Sheriff.

You're keeping rather mixed company, aren't you, lady?

It's about Martin of Eastwood, or his widow.

Martin had a free pardon, but the Sheriff won't listen.

If you'd been in Bawtry this morning you'd have found Hubert Walter.

Is he there now?

No, he'd left by the time I got here.

I would have given him a piece of my mind about his fasting laws.

Which way did he go?

It's difficult to say.

Which way was he riding?

They say south, to London.

From Bawtry? I know the way you must go.

You can't just go like that.

I'm going to do it. Goodbye, Friar!

Well, now, I suppose I'd better go and tell Little John where Robin is.

Come along, you over-fed, iniquitous animal.

I think you can stay behind this time.

I shall want to see how you shoot in darkness.

My Lord Newark?

Robin Hood!

Sire, sire!

GUARD THE GATE!

AFTER HIM!

WAIT!

-Leave him.

-That's Robin Hood!

-Let him alone.

-But that's Robin Hood!

So you say, but he was under my protection. Pity, he was a fine shot.

He's a notorious outlaw! What was he doing here?

I asked him.

So he was Robin Hood...

No wonder he was a good shot.

What do you find so amusing?

Outlaws have their uses.

You asked for witnesses and I was a witness.

To the death of Martin, yes. But who witnessed his free pardon?

I wouldn't call you a liar, but the word of one person against another...

How can I get justice?

I'll help you.

The Sheriff's men were witnesses.

But they wouldn't go against him.

They would if he were no longer Sheriff.

Never mind where you've been. Where's Robin?

Don't get flustered, I've done all the walking.

Come on, did he go to Bawtry?

Did he?! I went to Bawtry.

If he didn't go to Bawtry, where did he go?

I went to Newark.

Why didn't you... To Newark?

Yes, I've been trying to tell you.

And a very interesting day I've had.

Look what I've found.

The Sheriff's horse, from Newark Castle?

And Newark's sword, but I had to leave that behind.

You've had a better day of it than I have,

dragging a donkey to Bawtry.

-What did you find out?

-Nothing.

-Nothing at all?

-I got nothing out of him.

There'd been a court case, but that was settled by the time I got there.

-Who did the settling?

-The Lord Chancellor.

You mean Hubert Walter himself?

In a little village like Bawtry?

He was riding south to London and intervened.

-What's that?

-I wish I knew. I saw one more today.

-Where did you get this?

-From the man who died.

This might be the Archbishop's, a daisy's his badge.

-What?

-Hubert Walter's badge. I know a lot about heraldry.

Just a daisy? No falcon?

No. This couldn't be Hubert Walter's.

It shows a daisy in the grip of a falcon.

Falcon...? Newark, by heaven!

Yes, the Newark's badge is a falcon.

That's it. The stranger must have been sent to warn Walter of a plot.

-Which way was Walter riding, south?

-Yes, and Lady Marion...

-Marion?

-Yes, she was riding to talk to him about young Martin.

Marion's with him?

That was her intention.

Little John, pick two good men with horses and come with me.

Where are you going?

Thank you, Friar.

Wait! Hey, will someone please explain?

A dozen men should do well enough.

Since you've forced me to change the plan, they must succeed.

You say I've changed your plan. Robin Hood would never have shot him.

A dozen men have left dressed as outlaws.

They know there must be no survivors?

I repeated it to them. They'll hang if there are.

Why are you wearing this?

It's time. Tonight, the falcon will have the daisy.

Put it away.

After tonight it can be worn by us all honourably, as brothers in this enterprise.

Your men must know nothing of what is to happen.

They shall never know.

You know where to find the bodies.

Bring me back his seal.

-No sign of them.

-That's the way to the Southwell.

They must have passed here by now. Through the ford.

There may be a record of a free pardon. They should have made one.

What's that place over there?

Cornton Priory.

It's miles to Southwell...

Ambush! Guard yourselves!

Argh!

Argh!

Marion, catch!

Argh!

Argh!

-This is a convent.

-We are in danger, open the door.

I can't admit you.

My Lord Archbishop.

Open the door.

At once.

Take me to the Prioress.

The Sheriff!

Let him deal with it now.

He's paid to stop things like this. He's a bit late, though.

Outlaws. There's some of them dead here.

Look at this slaughter.

I suppose he thinks we did it.

You two, go back and stay with the horses.

Go on, we can take care of ourselves.

I'll be back.

It's the Archbishop's party.

I'm afraid so, but where's the Archbishop?

My Lord...

Where is the Archbishop?

Gone away...

to the Priory over there.

He'll be safe tonight, but he can't travel without escort.

I shall ride back and inform the Earl.

Shall we ride with you?

No, go back to Nottingham. Remember, we have a score to settle in Bawtry.

It shall be done, my Lord.

You may stay in the guest room tonight, but the lady...

She is not my travelling companion,

but I should expect her to be given shelter.

Certainly, Your Lordship. You mustn't think...

If you could sleep in one of the nun's cells...

I should be very glad.

Will you eat now?

Thank you.

Sister Portry has a message for you.

Excuse me.

There's a man at the door. He won't leave.

I shall speak to him.

Who are you? Please go away.

Reverend Mother, the Archbishop's life is in danger.

-You must let me in.

-Are you mad? This is a priory.

I'll admit no one at night.

Wait, listen. I'm Robin Hood, the outlaw.

-Pah.

-The Archbishop's life is in danger from the Earl of Newark.

I've just prevented his being killed in an ambush.

Do you expect me to believe that?

But it's true. It just happened.

-I can believe you tried to ambush him.

-I swear!

He's quite safe with me. Please go away.

It's a good room. Many thanks.

I wish it was better furnished.

Archbishop or peasant, a man needs a place to rest and pray.

No, not like that.

Your men failed in the ambush!

He was to be shot in the priory but you persuaded me to ambush him!

You could not have used Robin Hood.

-And now you would have him shot.

-Why not? You could shoot him.

Enough. I'm tired of your shootings. I'm a man of honour. No more of it.

Arm yourselves. We'll face him man to man in the Priory.

No, not I! This is sacrilege!

You hypocrite.

We daren't risk killing him openly.

I'll listen no more. I'm done with you.

Cowards.

(What use is the kingdom to you...

(if you kill your friends?)

Don't ask for gratitude.

He was no coward.

Arm yourselves.

The priory door will be bolted.

The Prioress is my cousin. Come.

Thou, O Lord, will open my lips.

And our mouths shall show forth thy praise.

Glory be to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Ghost.

As it was in the beginning, is now and ever shall be,

world without end. Amen.

Our Father who art in heaven. Hallowed be thy Name.

Thy kingdom come. Thine will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses, As we forgive them that trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation; But deliver us from evil. Amen.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women...

and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now and at the hour of our death, Amen.

Hail, Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee, blessed art thou among women...

NUNS REPEAT HAIL MARYS

My Lord, Archbishop, take your sword.

-Hubert Walter?

-Well?

You should have stayed in Canterbury.

You would be Chancellor as well. Then come, Chancellor!

I'll meet you, traitor...

..as Chancellor!

Argh!

Edward! Edward!

Are you all right, My Lord?

I thought a priory safe, but I should prefer the forest tonight,

Robin Hood.

Many thanks.

This is the first time for ten years I've slept outside like a soldier.

Or like an outlaw.

If your men could conduct me to the abbey at Southwell, I'd be grateful.

Certainly. It would never do for outlaws to be seen in your company.

You've been persistent, you shall have your way.

-Have you that parchment?

-Yes, my Lord.

This confirms the free pardon for Martin of Eastwood...

..and will secure his land for his family.

And there's my seal on it.

My Lord, I wanted to ask more than that.

-Oh?

-I wanted to ask a pardon for Robin Hood.

That I shall have to take up with King Richard

when he returns from fighting the French.

You're now asking me to do something for a live outlaw.

Friar, if she stays in the forest, it will be your duty to marry these two.

And now, farewell.

Oh, your Lordship, those new fasting laws, they're very strict...

I think he wants to eat the Archbishop's horse.

Your Lordship! A chicken and half a goose...

LAUGHTER

# Friar Tuck, his blessing now will give

# The outlaws spare the poor

# And Robin Hood and Marion

# Lived in Sherwood evermore. #