Robin and Marian Page #5

- Without me, they won't trouble you.

- And if I lose?

Your soldiers leave the field.

Those are my orders.

Are they clear?

I let this rabble go?

Just march away?

Those are my orders.

Leave the field!

I promised I'd watch out for you.

I promised her.

She's gone, in any case.

- I'll kill him, Rob, if you don't.

- No!

What you do is keep my word.

I'll see you, Johnny.

Off you go.

God be with us, Robin.

Come on.

Whoa!

Will you not yield?

No!

I'm tired.

Marian!

I couldn't stop him.

For the love of God, Robin!

All right?

We've got to get the

men into the woods.

You're a stout lad.

- What's your name?

- They call me Little John.

Well met.

Let's see how tall you are.

Robin!

- Look at you.

- You came back.

Can you hold him?

We'll take him to the abbey.

My medicines are there.

I thought I'd seen the last of you.

A woman of your word.

I'm glad you came back.

Up there.

Stand still!

I wonder where the day went?

Vespers it must be.

What kind of abbey is this?

No one rings the hours.

Are you in great pain?

A little weary.

I've had worse.

He went down well, the sheriff did.

Brave man.

And the better one today.

The years...

The years, they whittle at you.

I should give it up, you know.

I doubt I'll have a day

like this again. And yet...

John!

- lf they should follow us...

- I'll wait outside.

- I did my best.

- I know.

This will help the pain.

He's something, John is.

No one's gentler in the world...

...nor half as terrible.

Did you see him?

I should go and tend my men.

Brave boys, all of them.

I meant to...

I like your medicine.

There's no pain at all.

We'll have a time in the forest.

You'll tend me till I'm well again.

And then...

...great battles!

We'll have a life to sing about.

My...

...legs are cold.

I know.

They're numb.

I... I said you would have no pain.

What have you done?

John!

I'm poisoned!

Help me!

No one can help you now.

Jesus, Marian!

Why?

I love you.

More than all you know.

I love you more than children.

More than fields I've

planted with my hands.

I love you more than morning

prayers or peace or...

...or food to eat.

I love you more than sunlight...

...more than flesh or joy...

...or one more day.

I love you...

...more than God.

I'd never have a day like

this again, would I?

Well, it's better this way.

Marian.

It's all right.

Rob.

Look at you.

It's all right.

It's all right.

No.

No.

Give me my bow.

Where this falls, John...

...put us close...

...and leave us there.

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