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again. Guard your charges with your life...

...until they're safe in York.

- I will.

Go, then, at once.

We'll hide you in the forest

till your wounds are healed.

- No one here.

- What did you expect?

They had wind of us and flew the trap,

your ladybird with them.

They'll not have flown far.

- I've traced Isaac and his daughter.

- Where are they?

On the way to Rotherwood

under Cedric's protection.

- And lvanhoe?

- Fled to the forest with Locksley's rebels.

Then we take the father first.

- Take Cedric and rouse all Saxon England?

- John gave me full powers. I'll use them.

Once we hold Cedric,

we'll smoke out lvanhoe.

- Assemble the men. We ride at once.

- Aye.

Guilbert.

- Have you weighed this well?

- Yes.

I'll risk all on one throw and win.

Win what? A Jewess or a hornet's nest?

Squire Wamba.

Squire Wamba!

I'll squire you, you renegade.

- I'll collar that neck again or wring it.

- Touched, milord.

Is that the tone for one gentleman

to use to another?

Out of my sight before my wrath boils over

and I squash you like a plum!

I left lvanhoe in your care to nurse

until his wound was healed.

And now you ride beside me as calmly

as I would ride to church.

Do you infidels never show your feelings?

We are taught not to have them, milady.

Will you see lvanhoe in York?

I do not know, milady.

But you hope to.

Yes, I hope to.

Does he know we quarreled

over him at Ashby?

No, milady.

Does a Jew feel jealousy?

Yes, milady.

Then they're not so different

from the Saxon, after all.

Death to the Norman dogs!

God save England!

God save Wamba.

I bid you right welcome to my keep,

Sir Cedric.

Your keep. Torquilstone was cursed forever

when you put your Norman foot across it.

Talk sweeter, Saxon, or I'll put my

Norman foot across your neck!

A horseman approaching from the south!

Milord, it's lvanhoe.

- Ivanhoe.

- Yes, milord.

Coming like a lamb to the butcher.

So we see his face at last.

Bois-Guilbert, you hold my father

and his train.

This issue concerns only the two of us.

I charge you to release them

and make your case with me.

What is your bargain,

if I let the rest go free?

I'll surrender for fair trial before Prince John

if they are no longer prisoners in an hour.

Clap the dog in irons

and have done with him.

Come forward and surrender,

and the rest shall go free.

By the authority conferred upon me

by Prince John, you're my prisoner, lvanhoe.

You do not fool us, lvanhoe.

No man gives himself up to his enemies

like a drunken apple woman. What's afoot?

Are you afraid of what

one unarmed man might do?

I ask time alone with my father

to make my peace with him.

- Let him go and take me before Prince John.

- You shall see your father alone.

Take this knight to his father,

but guard him well. Go with him, De Bracy.

- I am in your debt, Bois-Guilbert.

- You shall repay it, lvanhoe.

Here's the old bull's pen.

He's roared himself silent, it would seem.

Show your head,

and I'll knock it off your neck!

A reunion should be touching.

Are you such a ninny

that you let them catch you too?

I'm the only one they want.

- Bois-Guilbert pledged that you can go free.

- And leave you here to hang?

Be still and hear me. Locksley

and his bowmen are all around us...

...but you're the only leader skilled

in siege to take this keep.

He's waiting for you. Go to him.

Aye, right willingly.

You went with Richard in defiance

of my will, but all's forgotten, boy.

Perhaps you'll listen next time.

My father is ready to leave.

So he shall, when you've told us where

Richard's ransom money is hidden.

- Take them to the dungeons and bind them.

- This is the way you pledge your word!

You cursed Norman!

Bois-Guilbert, you shall hang for this!

Lvanhoe! Lvanhoe!

I heard lvanhoe's voice.

You did indeed, milady.

And I hope you heard it clearly.

It'll be many a long year

before you hear it again.

If Prince John harms Sir lvanhoe...

...may the curse of every Saxon bring ruin

and disaster upon the heads of you all.

May death blight you as you stand

and walk and ride and sleep.

Curse Prince John all you wish, but he'll

still put England's crown upon his head.

And I shall sit at his feet

when he's king.

So will you. We are neither of us fools.

- We?

- Yes, we.

You are the last in line

of the old Saxon royalty.

Now that Cedric can't find a Saxon king

for you to marry...

...I am, by far, the most eligible

of the new order.

- Are you mad?

- No, dear lady, only ambitious.

I have a taste for beauty

and a love for money...

...and you have both.

I see I shall have to mend

your Saxon manners for you.

Even that will be a pleasure.

Come in. Come in, Sir lvanhoe.

We were about to tickle

the old Jew into speech...

...but you'll take precedence, being a Saxon

knight. String him up beside the other.

- Delay the questioning till I return.

- Return fast...

...or 150,000 marks of silver may go.

- I shall be swift.

What have you done with my father?

Front De Boeuf plays host to him,

as I play host to you.

May God have mercy on him, then.

We are merciful men, Rebecca...

...when our mercy is appealed to.

If you hold us for a price, name it. Our

people will raise it if my father is unharmed.

Your people cannot pay it.

You are the price, Rebecca...

...and I am the collector of the debt.

Then you are a false coward

who believes in nothing...

...least of all your vows of chivalry.

On the contrary, my vows of chivalry

bid me slay the infidel...

...but my heart is stronger than my sword.

I shall possess you, Rebecca,

if I die for it.

Try to possess me,

and we shall both die for it.

I now, and you when Richard

returns to England.

You deny me because of lvanhoe,

do you not?

What would you say if he were within these

walls, held captive with the rest of you?

I would despise you for a liar.

Nevertheless, he is here.

You don't believe me, do you?

How, then, if I say he came delivering

himself as a hostage for his father...

...and we took him without violence?

Still not enough?

How, then, if the bandage on the shoulder

of his shield arm were of fine linen...

...and if the linen were fastened

with a golden pin?

I believe you.

Then believe this also.

He cannot save you.

But you can save him...

...not by dying, but by living.

If you die, so does he and all the rest.

There are many ways of dying...

...and this is the basest.

You mistake the nature of our bargain,

Rebecca. I want you alive, not dead.

When next I come to you,

meet me with desire in your breast...

...or no man's life is saved.

The fire's at white heat, milord.

Tell us where the ransom's hidden,

and I'll make your dying fast instead of slow.

If you harm him, you Norman dog...

...every Saxon in England

will avenge his blood.

Ever seen half a beef turning on a spit?

I've seen whole traitors.

Well-basted, they drip a rich, red gravy.

I command you, deliver up the captives

that you hold...

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