Robin Hood Page #2

Not you.

Brave and honest.

Are you honest enough to tell a king

something that he does not want to hear?

What is your opinion on my crusade?

Will God be pleased with my sacrifice?

No, he won't.

Why do you say that?

The massacre at Acre, Sire.

Speak up!

When you had us herd 2,500 Muslim men,

women, and children together,

the young woman at my feet,

with her hands bound, she looked up at me.

There wasn't fear in her eyes.

There wasn't anger.

There was only pity.

For she knew that when you gave the order

and our blades

would descend upon their heads,

that, in that moment, we would be godless.

All of us.

Godless.

Honest,

brave

and nave.

There is your Englishman.

Right there.

- Well done, Robin.

- You showed him.

The whipping will be the worst of it.

The branding iron, that will be the worst.

Unless they hang us.

No. No, this will be the worst of it.

And this will be the end of it.

As soon as I get out of here, I'm gone.

I don't owe God or any other man here

one more minute of service.

We go all the way back to the same breast.

Wet nurse.

Indeed.

We've been close ever since.

Good.

Because England, under your friend John,

is a country with no fighting spirit.

I can take London with an army of cooks.

But Richard is on his way home.

And under Richard,

England is a different animal altogether.

Richard will return home

through the Forest of Broceliande.

We know the exact place.

He always travels ahead of his army

with only a few trusted knights around him.

With Richard dead, it will be easy for you

to turn the country against John.

There'll never be a better moment to invade.

Even dying animals can be obstinate.

Kill the Lion Heart

and you will be richly rewarded.

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

For England!

For England!

I need a physician here!

A physician! Quickly!

Give us cover! Give us cover, now!

Cover him!

Cover the King.

Physician!

Why, Loxley? Are you not feeling well?

Physician!

Wine.

What's this?

- The King is dead!

- Dead?

Dead.

All right, then, Jimmy. Knock the pegs out.

We make our own fate from now on!

I'll come with you.

No, you're not. We don't take strays.

The more the merrier.

The road will be dangerous.

He might be useful.

Where we going?

To the coast and to a boat

before 3,000 desperate soldiers get there

and the price for a Channel crossing

goes up a hundredfold.

What about our wages?

If you thought it was hard getting wages

while he was alive,

try getting paid by a dead king.

All right, boys,

collect your gear as quick as you can.

I like the new church.

Lady Marion.

I would have been sorry to leave

without your farewell. Thank you.

I'm glad to speed you on your way,

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