Robin Hood Page #4

Robin Longstride.

Plain Robin Longstride? No Sir?

No, ma'am. No Sir.

Are you here about the tax?

No, I'm here to bring him his sword.

His son's dead.

This way.

He'll take your horse.

Marion!

Marion!

Maggie, where is she?

Ma'am, Sir Walter calls for you.

I know, Margaret. I can hear him.

Tell him we have a guest.

I'm Marion Loxley. Robert's wife.

My Lady, I owe you an apology.

If I'd have known...

Bad news is bad news

no matter how it comes.

Indeed, I owe you thanks for taking the time

to deliver it here yourself.

Did you fight alongside my husband?

Yes.

Did he die well?

In an ambush, ma'am.

He was the man chosen

to bring home Richard's crown.

Marion, who is here?

A traveller, Walter.

This news will go very hard on him.

Bring him in.

Yes, yes.

Tell him Robert is in the Holy Land,

sends his love and will return soon.

Marion, our traveller will be thirsty.

Travellers are always thirsty. Is that not so?

Your name, sir?

Longstride. Robin Longstride.

Do you mock me?

Sir?

Your son,

he asked me to bring you this.

And how does Robert defend himself

if he has no sword?

The prodigal son will not return after all.

So, no tears, no forgiveness from his father.

No amends to be made.

Did you see him die?

I was with him when he passed.

His final words were for the love and bond

between a father and son.

Forgive my rudeness.

My grief has been waiting for this day.

So come, so that I may see you.

Robin Longstride.

A common enough but noble Saxon name.

So, you will dine with us.

But first, you must bathe, sir.

You stink.

I've laid out some of my husband's clothes.

I hope you don't find that too discomforting.

My Lady,

I'll need some help with the chain mail.

Winifred.

Winifred.

The coif has a clasp at the nape of the neck.

If you take off the coif,

you'll find lacings in the back of the tabard.

Thank you.

I'll have it washed.

Marion, more wine.

You've taken a long road to bring this to me.

I cannot decide

whether that makes you trustworthy...

Or manipulative.

Marion, I'm merely trying to gauge

the quality of the man we have as our guest.

Is he handsome?

Yes.

In the way that yeomen sometimes are

when they are sober.

Entertain us

with a tale of your life, sir.

We don't get many visitors any more.

Except tax collectors and other beggars.

I don't know where I'm from.

Only know where I've been.

So, Marion,

what colour are his eyes?

I don't yet know.

I have a proposal for you, young man.

You brought me this sword,

which has great meaning.

If you give me your time,

it is yours.

I could stay for a day, or more.

- I have a question to ask you.

And what is your question?

The words on the hilt of the sword,

what do they mean?

Well, I think I have much to tell you

about history. About your history.

That's very kind.

Well, you haven't heard the other half

of my proposal yet.

I want you to stay in Nottingham

and, for the time being,

become my returned son,

and therefore Marion's spouse.

Oh, that's enough!

- You've had too much to drink.

- Listen. Listen. Listen.

We both know that without a husband

you will lose this land when I die.

Do you dispute that? Hmm?

- No.

- No, so if I say this is my son,

he will be seen as that.

And, so, as your husband. Huh?

It is a fair contract.

It is not as if I expect you

to have children or...

No, the sword for your time, Longstride.

Are you in agreement?

- Yes.

Marion, go tell the staff

that my son has arrived

and our home is now whole again.

Tell them to ring the church bells

in celebration.

And more wine, please.

Hey! Hey!

I rose up in the morning

And I felt a dire need

To dream away the dreary day

and down a cup of mead

I felt the sting of honeybees

Home brew.

If I wasn't the village priest,

I'd try for the village drunkard.

Oh, great.

A man could get

very affectionate here.

I haven't seen so many women

for so few men outside a nunnery.

The secret to success

is never go for the prettiest one.

Start with the homely one on the left.

Right there.

She's about my size.

I'm going to make her smile.

I'm going to make you smile!

Come over here!

So, why do they call you Little John?

What are you trying to get at?

I'm proportionate.

So roll another barrel to the bar

And pour another cup or two

so I can soak my heart

Stop it.

What did I tell you?

It seems we are to share my chamber.

A ruse to convince the servants.

Well, if the aim is deception,

should you not be addressing me as

"My husband," or, "My dear"?

Don't be ridiculous.

Well, are you coming or not?

Ask me nicely.

Please, dear husband,

will you share my chamber?

Here.

I sleep with a dagger.

If you so much as move to touch me,

I will sever your manhood.

You understand?

Thanks for the warning.

Hello, dogs.

Godfrey.

Where are your men?

They're dead, My Lord.

And Loxley?

Alive.

Then fate has left him to me.

I hear a man's steps. Good morning, my son.

Morning, Walter.

Father.

Father.

So what is it that you know of my history?

Patience.

You must show yourself today.

Wear your sword.

Marion.

I'm here, Walter.

Reacquaint your husband

with his village and his people.

I'll see to the horses.

I feel invigorated.

I woke this morning with a tumescent glow.

Eighty-four.

A miracle.

I've always wondered

at the private conversations of men.

Husband.

This is rich country.

Where's your cattle and your sheep?

Sold, eaten, stolen, traded.

We've had seven lean years.

Our meat now is rabbit

or wild pig on a lucky day.

And deer?

If you're willing to risk your neck

to the King's executioner.

Every deer in the land

belongs to His Majesty.

These things are God's gifts first

before the King's possessions.

If it's illegal for a man to fend for himself

how then can he be a man in his own right?

Welcome home, sir.

Sir Robert.

Good morning, Joseph. Emma.

Sir Walter is our Lord, and you

are Robert returned and you should act so.

Sir Robert. You remember me?

Tom Chamberlain. Pig farmer.

You don't look a day older, Tom.

Sir Robert.

When will our young lads come back to us?

Will you find my Jamie,

tell him to come home?

With no work and little food,

the village boys have gone.

- To be soldiers?

- Poachers.

Look at that, mate.

Still here then?

For the time being, refer to me as Sir Robert.

I'll explain later.

My men-at-arms.

This is about as courtly as they get.

Allan A'Dayle, Will Scarlet and Little John.

Lady Marion.

I trust you had an historic evening.

For sure.

Lady Marion Loxley. My wife.

Well played.

A bit rash but well played nonetheless.

Right you are, Robin.

Sir Robert.

- Sir Robert.

- Sir...

- Sir.

- Sir.

- Sir Bob.

- Sir Robert.

Friar.

Ah, Marion. Good news travels

from Peper Harow this morning.

Sir Robert, nice to see you again.

You should've made yourself known

when we met in the field. Welcome home.

Yes, I should've. Forgive me, Friar.

What happens here?

We're moving

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