Ivanhoe Page #6

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...or suffer siege and attack!

This demand, we make but once!

Shall we hire him for a jester

or hang him for a lout?

Get you gone from here before we flay you

for your empty boasting!

I'll show you how emptily I boast.

Where's your laughter, Norman?

Does my jest fall flat?

Another blast on that horn

and even the trees will come alive.

- Have you men enough to hold the keep?

- Against that rabble?

- Twice as many as I need.

- I doubt it.

That rabble's drunk with hate of us.

Then let us feed their hate.

Bring lvanhoe to the battlement.

Cut him down.

Ready arrows!

I'll have your answer, Normans!

You have it, Saxon! Look, you.

One false move, and your knight shall hang

before your eyes.

Now, take your men and get you gone.

Hold fast, Locksley! In the name of Richard,

attack and wipe them out!

Why waste good rope?

This is how we deliver up

the captives that we hold.

Here comes the first!

Cut me loose or I take your master

to his death!

Cut nothing or I'll cut your throats!

If he has me, I also have him.

De Boeuf's a brave enough fool.

Too brave to lose.

Cut him loose!

I order it!

Away arrows!

After him!

- Blast! I lost him!

- We'll catch him soon.

- Look to your men. We're under siege.

- Sound the alarm!

Up drawbridge! Down portcullis!

Trumpets, sound every man to post!

Armor and swords!

To the drawbridge!

How goes it with us?

Locksley's attacking.

Show me a Norman throat.

Can Saxons fight?

- All day and through the night!

- All day and through the night!

It works for us! Feed it! Keep it going!

Hold!

Forward!

They're going to charge us

from the drawbridge gate.

Stand ready with your bows!

- Corked in like cider in a jug, eh?

- And now to burst the jug.

To the walls!

The keep's afire.

This time, men must go

where arrows went before.

- Can you take the barbican?

- What, that dog kennel? Single-handed.

Take it, then.

They can't fight fire and Saxons.

De Boeuf!

- Take 12 men and stamp that fire out.

- Hold!

- The fire must wait. We need your men.

- Then I'll do it myself, with two to help.

- What next, milord?

- Our women next. Where's Rowena?

- Close to the cell they locked me in.

- And Rebecca?

- We must look for her.

- No! Look for me, and look your last!

Make ready the boulders!

Away!

Rowena.

Come on! Hurry!

Faster! Faster! Ram!

Faster! Ram!

Ram! Ram!

The barbican's fallen. We've lost

the castle. It's the end of us all.

There's one chance left.

Not noble, but our last.

We could force through on horseback.

- Run before them, we two?

- We four. We use the women as our shields.

Come with me quickly!

The castle's in flames!

- Follow me. You're in danger.

- I'll die before I'll follow you.

No time for lovers' quarrels.

You will roast.

- Why make me use...

- Turn and defend yourself, De Bracy!

Enough. I cry quarter.

Where have you hidden Rebecca?

I fear you'll be too late.

Bois-Guilbert has fled with her.

Down drawbridge!

Hold your arrows! The maid's with him!

So Torquilstone is lost,

and you are our only prisoner, infidel.

Your pardon, my liege. My prisoner.

- Our prisoner.

- But, my liege...

Return to your keep until my plans are made

and I send for you again.

- What of my prisoner?

- She will remain within these walls.

- My liege...

- You have our leave to go hence.

Your defeat at Torquilstone can still be

twisted to advantage, Your Highness.

With the castle burned,

the good Boeuf dead...

...and lvanhoe running loose,

gathering that infernal ransom...

...with both hands?

- And the maid Rebecca in your hands.

A sorceress, taught by a witch

who was burnt at the stake.

- And you believe that nonsense?

- No, but your people shall.

I think you have the spade with which

to bury Richard at last.

Who needs more wealth

for Richard's ransom?

We're the new rich, milord.

We bank for the Normans

and lend to the Saxons.

From a Norman who has

no further use for it.

He plays a harp instead.

And this from his lady,

who gave everything she had to the poor.

Bless her generous nature.

Disclose no more former owners,

you villain...

...lest my name be among them.

- Is this enough yet?

- Not yet.

From the people of Israel,

So do we fulfill our part of the pledge

to ransom Richard.

One hundred thousand marks of silver

in that scrap of nothing?

We need help for Richard

that a man can see and touch.

That scrap of nothing

is not nothing, milord.

There are merchants in Vienna

who owe sums to our people in York.

These writings call on our debtors

to pay what they owe in Austrian gold.

Can you also convert this weighty trash

to writings?

It shall be done.

My son.

- Have you news of Rebecca?

- Aye, at last.

Isaac, prepare your heart

for evil tidings.

Prince John holds your daughter captive

in the royal castle at Wallingford.

What is the charge against her?

I do not know. But you have 40 days

in which to find the ransom.

One hundred thousand marks of silver,

the very sum you give to Richard.

Can you raise as much again?

John knew that when he named the sum.

Then use what you have to free Rebecca.

We'll search again to find the ransom.

We lose a king,

or you lose your child.

Your will is ours, Isaac.

My will is God's.

Free the king.

Richard would not accept his throne

at such a price.

My daughter does not die

to save Richard's throne, Sir lvanhoe.

She dies to save her people.

Then I pledge my word to put all else aside

until she's free again.

But the ransom.

Who will take it to Austria?

- You will, sire.

- Aye, that I will.

Why are you so pale?

Are you afraid for me?

I shall only know that

when Rebecca is free.

That will be soon.

But will lvanhoe still be lvanhoe?

A man torn is two men.

I will still be lvanhoe.

Perhaps, and perhaps not.

The choice is yours, lvanhoe,

not mine and not Rebecca's.

Do you think I go to her aid

because I love her?

I shall know that when I know

where pity ends and love begins.

I am afraid, lvanhoe...

...and I am jealous.

Go and free her.

Farewell.

Rise, infidel, so that the court

may gaze upon your face.

The infidel, Rebecca of York,

stands accused of the foul crimes...

...of sorcery and black magic.

Let her trial begin.

The witness, Roger of Bermondsley,

a soldier at arms.

Tell the court what you know

of this woman.

At the castle of Torquilstone...

...with my own eyes I saw this accused

perched on the highest parapet of the tower.

With my own ears I heard her call

upon the powers of darkness.

Forthwith, she was changed

into a black swan...

...which three times circled the castle

and returned to the tower...

...and was again this accused!

- My lord!

- The tribunal will address you...

...when fitting, knight. Until then,

be you silent or quit this court!

I draw my wage, milords, as servant

to Isaac of York in Sheffield town.

Some nights past,

I heard the sound of chanting...

...and I looked through a keyhole.

Through this I saw the body of a knight

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