Robin Hood Page #5

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- Dead right, Captain.

- Spot on.

- Back into the woods.

Spread out.

They can't be far away.

Get up there! Come on!

Hyah! Come on!

You can come out now.

Show yourselves.

- Have they gone?

- Yeah.

Cozy in there, isn't it?

I'm Emlyn,

bow-maker extraordinary.

And I don't like folks

as calls me taffy.

Well, Emlyn, you've

saved our lives.

This is Martin, my young squire.

And I'm...

Don't tell me. Let me guess.

They're making songs about you

and your merry men...

...and the tricks

you get up to.

Keeps us all going, Mr. Hood.

It's an honor to have you

onboard my humble cart.

The honor is ours.

What are these things we've been lying on?

Oh. These are

the makings of 100 bows...

...for Baron Daguerre to try out.

Not ordinary bows, mind,

but longbows. See?

They are enormous.

Yeah, six-foot long,

and hits a mark at 200 foot.

And shoots round corners?

I've never met an Englishman

who could resist a bad joke.

No, listen.

Pierces armor at 50 paces.

Norman soldiers?

No bother at all. Wham!

Like a pigeon on a spit.

They're meant

to skewer you, Mr. Hood.

How much is Daguerre

paying you for these?

Fifty marks, if I'm lucky.

Half the time,

these barons don't pay at all.

I'll give you 100 and all the food

you can eat for as long as you stay.

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Tiddly idle, idle dum #

#Tiddly-aye, tiddly-aye

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Back before nightfall. Were you going

to report me missing to Baron Daguerre?

Stop taking stupid risks, Rob.

They want you.

Meet Emlyn.

He has the most extraordinary weapon.

- Now, now.

- A bow, six-foot tall.

- Can shoot through armor at 50 paces.

- Can it shoot round corners?

No, but it fries eggs.

Saxon wit.

Tomorrow I'll give you

a go at it.

Martin, take Emlyn for something to eat

and water his horse.

Anything you say,

Robin. Come on.

They've tripled

the reward for you, Rob.

There's talk of bounty hunters

moving into Nottingham.

- Aye.

- 300 marks, Rob.

That's more than

a poor man's wildest dreams.

Some of them are desperate.

They're starvin'.

Who's to blame 'em for selling out

a bunch of cutthroats?

Who indeed?

There is one way, Rob...

to win them onto our side.

What have you decided?

All right.

Gather around, everyone.

Now, the price on Robin's head

is 300 marks, and on us, even 100.

- I'd sell you for 50.

- You'd sell your mother for a cooked bat.

Some of us have come to a decision.

The taxes we took

in Nottingham are Saxon taxes.

I say we should raise our own taxes...

a tax on every abbot, knight, rich merchant...

...landowner and baron in Barnsdale and

Nottingham, and give that to the poor people.

- What do you say?

- Give it away?

All of it?

You must be crazy!

No, he's not crazy, Harry.

The money belongs to them, not to us.

If we don't, we could lose everything.

Someone's bound to talk.

- Why not?

- Now, don't get this wrong. We still keep some of it.

A collectors' fee, you could call it.

Let's say, huh, half?

So you're all in it?

Well, I say you're all crazy.

Why don't we give them the lot

and our food as well?

Anyone want to join Harry?

You can ride with him

and keep every penny. Speak now.

You're all crazy.

All right.

All right, I'll do it. Here's to it.

Good. Fill these purses.

Will, you and the Runnels

take Wentbridge and Snaith.

Much, Little,

go south to Nottingham.

Marian.

You and I'll go west.

A thousand marks for every village.

And make sure they know who it's from.

From Robin Hood, is it?

They killed Tanzie! Tanzie's dead!

They killed him!

What happened?

I don't know

who you are, young lad...

...and where you've been

not to see who's been at work here.

This is the hand of the

Norman soldier here, my lad.

What did he do wrong?

They said he knew

this Robin Hood.

He didn't.

But if he did,

he wouldn't have told them anything.

So they killed him.

My husband.

And then they took

every piece of food, every animal...

...every valuable thing

in this house...

...even my granddaughter...

- What would you do to men like that?

- I'd kill them.

Here.

It won't bring him back to life,

but it might help you buy some food.

It's yours,

taken back from them...

...by Robin Hood.

Why?

Because they occupy our land.

'Cause we're Saxons.

- I had no idea.

- By the same logic, I should kill you.

- Did you give them the money?

- Yes. Too late.

I don't know what to say,

but I feel guilty.

- What good will that do?

- Clear the way!

Hyah! Hyah!

We should be one, undivided,

equal and free.

Shh.

Yes.

Yes.

He's come for the money.

Ha! Just to show you

what fools you English are.

Right through it, Emlyn?

Holy Mary in heaven!

It really does it.

Like I said, you're English.

- Do you know what I could do

with a hundred of these?

Welsh wizard.

Do you think I'm a foolish king

or a weakling?

You think I can allow

one baron to lose my tax...

while all the others pay...

...or should they pay more

to make up the loss?

- No, sire.

- Majesty!

No, Your Majesty.

- You're not foolish or weak.

- Baron Daguerre...

...it is you who are

foolish and weak.

It's no good pining

for my brother Richard.

He won't be back.

And it's no good trying

to be nice to your peasants.

They'll just rob you.

Yes, Your Majesty.

It was not the king

who let outlaws rob churches...

...cut throats and steal purses

on the Great North Road.

It was not the king who allowed

outlaws to steal his taxes.

No, it is not.

Nor do I permit

this Robin Hood...

...to ride free

over my domains...

...turning into

the people's champion...

...and threatening to topple

the whole feudal order...

without which England

would revert...

...to the anarchy

of former days.

The people are singing

ballads about him.

They see

a new Saxon leader...

...emerging to threaten

my throne.

He merely wants

Norman and Saxon...

...to have respect for each other

and live in peace.

Mm-hmm. So...

...you and he...

...basically... Agree.

He was your friend?

No, Your Majesty.

Where is your niece?

I wish I knew,

Your Majesty.

They say... with him.

I don't know, Your Majesty.

We're going to help you,

Baron Daguerre.

Forty of my finest soldiers

will stay with you.

I shall put them under the command

of Sir Miles Folcanet.

Your Majesty.

At last.

At last.

You may count on me.

You will turn over

every blade of grass...

...in Barnsdale, Sherwood

and Nottingham...

...until this man and his cutthroats

are brought to the gallows...

...and disemboweled

while they still breathe.

I will not have

my throne threatened...

I will not have Saxon

mock Norman...

...and I will have my money!

Don't worry.

We will find him for you.

Martin?

Martin!

Martin?

Martin.

No, can't find him

anywhere.

Harry's up to no good.

Saddle up a dozen horses.

Search the woods.

You, there! Open up!

No peddlers today.

- Off you go.

- I'm no peddler.

Tell Sir Roger I brought

a wedding present for Sir Miles.

Tell him

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