The Adventures of Robin Hood Page #5

- They've cooked this up to take you.

- Well, what of it?

- You know what'll happen if they do.

- Where's your sporting blood?

Sir Guy accepted our invitation.

We'd be rude not to accept his.

- It'd be ruder to get your neck stretched.

- There, my band getting fat and overfed.

Where's your love of fights,

risk, adventure?

Since our friend seems to have gone

a little mad, I'll have to see him through.

We'll have to see him through.

Prepare final flight.

Does my lady find it interesting?

Lady Marian?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- I asked if you found it interesting.

Yes, very.

They're splendid archers.

You'll find it much more

interesting later on.

The winning team will compete

as individuals.

Captain Phillip of Arras.

Elwyn the Welshman.

Matt of Sleaford.

They now challenge all comers.

The men who'd shoot against that lot

have to have the eyes of a falcon.

They're far too good for me.

I'm not shooting today.

Remaining archers will use

center target.

Matt of Sleaford, out!

Elwyn the Welshman, out!

- Ah! The tall tinker.

- Now is the time.

Not so hasty, Sir Guy. I'm enjoying

myself. Let them finish the match.

- But he could...

- Have your men close in if you wish.

Look.

Yeah, they're closing in.

I hope Robin sees them.

I must commend Your Highness

for the subtlety of your scheme.

Very good. Would you say you'd seen

that tall fellow before?

And if I had, what interest

could a tinker have for me?

Phillip of Arras shoots next.

Tie!

You will be allowed another flight.

Target's a deal too close. Can we have

it removed to a fit distance to shoot at?

Another 20 paces!

If your archer captain

wins at that distance...

...I'll give you

1000 gold marks for him.

Win or lose, I'll give him

to Your Highness for a favor.

Provided you let me deal

with this wolf's head in my own way.

Done. I'm leaving for Norwich right

after the tournament anyway...

...so you may do what you please

with him.

Why, he can't win now.

No living man could beat that shot.

I'll wager 100 marks on Phillip of Arras!

He split Phillip's arrow.

The tinker wins! He wins!

- What is your name, archer?

- Godfrey of Sherwood, Your Highness.

How is it that a tinker learned so well

the use of arms?

Even a peaceful tinker...

...must protect himself these days

from treachery and other things.

It's earned you more

than you bargained for today.

I pronounce you champion archer

of England.

From the gracious hand of Lady Marian

Fitzwalter, you'll receive your reward.

Advance.

I... Here is your prize, sir archer.

It's indeed an honor to receive it

from the hands of so beautiful a lady.

- How is it you didn't use a black arrow?

- That's my court of last resort, Sir Guy.

- Its verdict is always final.

- Arrest this man!

That's a good idea.

You're a very rash young man.

And I'm sorry I can't be in Nottingham to

see what Gisbourne has in store for you.

- It'll be something special, I'm sure.

- I'm sure.

Sorry I underestimated you.

Next time perhaps...

There'll be no next time.

Take him away!

"Robin of Locksley. Known to

some as the outlaw Robin Hood.

After trial, in which you did not produce

one witness in your behalf...

...you've been found guilty of outlawry,

murder, abduction...

...false pretenses,

contempt of the Crown...

...poaching in forests

and high treason".

Haven't you forgotten

a count or two?

Surely it's a crime under the noble

Prince John to love one's country.

To protect serfs from injustice

and be loyal to one's king.

If I could add anything to the charges

against you, I would most gladly do so.

"It is the sentence of this tribunal, on

the morrow at high noon you be taken...

...to the square in Nottingham and there

hanged by the neck until you are dead".

There may be some who will regret

that a man of your peculiar talents...

...should be cut off so early in life. But...

You think the sentence extremely

lenient. Thank you.

What's troubling you, my lady?

Is it the outlaw?

Yes. I hate to see a human

being trapped...

Bess, you know where his men

may be found, don't you?

- Why, my lady, how should I know?

- Don't put me off.

That little man who liked you.

You've been seeing him?

- Yes, my lady.

- Tell me where.

- Do you want to send a message?

- To his men, yes.

Well, my lady, I have had a nip of ale

of a night, just now and again...

...at a place in the town and I won't

deny as some of the others were there.

Where was it?

Oh, Bess, please tell me!

It was a tavern, my lady.

The Saracen's Head in Pilgrim Court.

- The landlord's name is Humility Prin.

- Humility Prin.

Knock at the door and say,

"A Locksley".

- "A Locksley".

- Yes, but...

Get me a cloak, quickly!

Yes, madame. Oh, dear...

- But there must be some way...

- Couldn't we storm the place?

Why, you'd need an army

with a battering ram to even dent it.

Aye, he'll be hanged for sure.

Maybe Little John's right.

Perhaps we...

A Locksley.

- What is it, Prin?

- A lady, sir. The Lady Marian.

- What?

- It's a trap, Will. Watch those windows.

She has the password, all right.

- Is she alone?

- Yes, sir.

Fetch her in.

- What do you want, my lady?

- I want to help him.

- How did you find us here?

- Never mind that now.

Please don't stand there staring.

Tell me what I can do.

- Don't trust her. It's a trick.

- Would I come alone if it were a trap?

What's to prevent your killing me if...?

Is there no one here

with sense enough to see?

One moment.

We have to make sure, my child.

You're a good daughter of the church?

You swear by Our Lady

that you want to help Robin?

I swear, good Father.

- Have you thought of a way?

- Yes.

- Can you get us in the castle?

- That's no good. He's heavily guarded.

But I thought of another way.

Listen.

- This is a rare treat, isn't it, my lady?

- Yes, isn't it?

With Locksley out of the way,

we'll stamp out the rest.

Won't it be a pleasant surprise

for Prince John when he returns?

To think that I was once foolish enough

to believe that you rather liked him.

Why, your hand is trembling.

We Saxons won't forget you,

Robin Hood!

Take him to the gallows.

Take him up there.

He'll not be so insolent

when they've stretched his neck.

Get ready.

Stop him!

Stop! Guards!

Friar Tuck! Much!

- Here we are, sir!

- Here, safe and sound!

Back to camp!

Robin! Where are you?

Here I am. Stand by!

He is different

from anyone I've ever known.

He's, well, he's brave and he's reckless,

and yet he's gentle and kind.

He's not brutal like...

Tell me, when you are in love, is it...

...well, is it hard to think of anybody

but one person?

Yes, indeed, and sometimes

there's a bit of trouble sleeping.

I know,

but it's a nice kind of not sleeping.

Yes, and it affects your appetite too.

Not that I've noticed

it's done that to you...

...except when he was

waiting to be hanged.

Does it make you want

to be with him all the time?

Yes. And when he's with you,

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