The Adventures of Robin Hood Page #7

Do you suppose she heard?

I don't know.

Now you know why Robin's got to find

King Richard at once and warn him.

Take this note

to Much at Saracen's Head.

My lady's hearing

is a little defective tonight.

When you knock at a lady's door as

if it were a tavern, you deserve to wait.

You seem upset.

Upset? Why should I be?

Oh, come now, my dear Lady Marian.

You've played the innocent long enough.

- Let's be frank with one another.

- I don't see the need.

You're charming, but not exactly

clever. You couldn't have failed...

...to overhear what Prince John

and I were talking about.

Oh, no, no, no.

Please don't trouble to deny it.

And your first thought, as Richard's

loyal ward, was to warn him.

- Am I not right?

- Why, how could I warn Richard?

How did Locksley and his men

arrange his escape...

...from hanging after the archery match?

Someone here in the castle

must have got word to him.

That's ridiculous!

When Richard's in danger,

what more natural...

...than that you should try

to warn him through Locksley?

And you do intend to

warn him, don't you?

- Don't you?

- No!

If that's true, perhaps

you'd explain before Prince John...

...and the Court of Execution

the meaning of this.

Guard!

Escort my Lady Marian to the Great Hall.

Not only has she consorted with

this Saxon rebel...

...found guilty of outlawry, theft,

murder, abduction and high treason...

...but she has betrayed

her own Norman people.

Are you not ashamed, my Lady Marian?

Yes, I am. Bitterly. But it's a shame

that I'm a Norman...

...after seeing the things my fellow

countrymen have done to England.

At first I wouldn't believe. Because I was

a Norman I wouldn't let myself believe...

...that the horrors you inflicted

on the Saxons weren't just.

I know now why you tried so hard

to kill this outlaw whom you despised.

It's because he was the one man

in England who protected the helpless...

...against beasts

drunk on human blood!

And now you intend

to murder your own brother!

You'll be sorry you interfered.

Sorry? I'd do it again if you kill me for it.

A prophetic speech, my lady, for that is

exactly what is going to happen to you.

You wouldn't dare.

I'm the royal ward of King Richard

and no one but the king himself...

...has the right to condemn me to death.

You are quite right, my dear.

And it shall be a king who will order

your execution for high treason...

...exactly 48 hours from now.

Take her away.

- You got it all in your stupid head now?

- Of course I have.

Well, give Robin the whole message

exactly like I told it to you.

Bess, where was Dickon

supposed to find King Richard?

Oh, never mind him!

What do I care about

your kings and thrones and such?

Robin has gotta do something

to save my baby!

Come on, old girl.

Robin will look after her, all right.

- Where's Dickon heading for?

- Kent Road Tavern.

Kent Road Tavern?

You can save three miles

and cut him off through Low Wood.

Come on, lass,

give us a kiss and wish me luck.

Hurry up and take

your ugly face out of here.

Oh, Much.

Oh, you will be careful, won't you?

Of course I will.

Greetings, sir abbot!

- You've traveled far this morning?

- Too far to be patient with delay now.

Perhaps it's the weight of your purse

that wearies you. I can remedy that.

If it weighs more than a just amount I'll

share it with those who have less.

You think I hand my purse

to every rough lout who asks for it?

You see, sir abbot?

We're poor outlaws,

with nothing to eat but the king's deer...

...while you have property,

rents, and silver. So your purse!

I traveled far on the king's business.

The silver I have left...

...equals no more than 60 marks.

What? Are you

friendly to our good King Richard?

I love no man better.

By that speech

you save half your money.

Give me 30 marks for the poor.

The rest you may keep.

Then I can go free?

Any friend of Richard's

is free of this forest.

Would you honor us

by sharing meat with us?

- Gladly.

- Then come.

- Well, sir rascal, tell me, who are you?

- I'm called Robin Hood.

It seems I've heard of you.

- Nothing good, I hope.

- Oh, now I remember!

How does your loyalty

to Richard set on a killer of knights...

...a poacher of the king's deer

and an outlaw?

Those I kill died from misusing

the trust that Richard left them.

And the worst rogue of these

is the king's own brother.

- Oh, then you blame Prince John.

- No, I blame Richard.

His task was defending his people...

...instead of deserting them

to fight in foreign lands.

What?

You'd condemn Holy Crusades?

I'll condemn anything that leaves

the task of holding England...

...to outlaws like me.

Much!

- Much, what's happened to you?

- Take me to Robin, quick!

- Much, what's happened?

- King Richard's in England. In Sherwood!

What?

Prince John sent Dickon to Kent Road

Tavern last night to kill the king.

- Take 50 men to the Kent Road Tavern...

- No need, master, no need.

I headed Dickon off.

He ain't gonna murder no one no more.

- But the king? Where is he?

- I don't know, master.

Men, Richard must be found.

He must be brought here for safety.

Little John, take a party

and scour the country.

Friar Tuck, into the town.

Will, search every inn and cottage.

Don't rest, day or night,

until he's found. Understand?

You don't need to

search for Richard, Robin.

He's in good hands. The best in England.

What do you mean? Where is he?

Here!

Sire.

All these have remained loyal.

Rise, Sir Robin.

Rise, men of Sherwood.

Sire, Prince John's calling

Bishop of the Black Canons...

...to proclaim him king

in Nottingham tomorrow.

- How'd you learn this?

- Lady Marian. She overheard.

They've taken her for treason.

She's been condemned

to the block for warning us.

He wouldn't dare

execute the king's ward.

You underestimate him.

To save her and your throne,

we've got to act now!

By attacking Nottingham castle?

Without an army it'll be much

too strong. Your men will be killed.

If the Bishop of the Black Canons

is performing the ceremony tomorrow...

...suppose we visit him

at his abbey tonight...

...and persuade him to suggest a way.

Brace up. Smile!

Wider!

Still sure it wasn't you who

warned my brother I was in England?

Why, sire, believe me, I...

Your Grace, smile!

You'll sweat the lard

off your fat carcass...

...before this day's over,

my pudgy friend.

And I hope some Norman sword

whittles you down to size!

Oh, Lord, we beseech thee.

Sanctify this thy servant,

our royal Prince John.

Enrich his noble heart and bestow

upon him all princely virtues.

Amen.

No news of Richard.

No. None, Your Highness.

Then Dickon must have...

Sir Dickon, Your Highness.

Of course. Of course.

We are ready for the ceremony,

Your Majesty.

Remember.

By what authority do you,

John Lackland, Prince of England...

...claim to be crowned this day,

sovereign of the realm...

...and as defender of the Holy Sepulcher,

to receive the blessing of the church?

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