Ivanhoe
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- 1952
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In the 12th century, at the close of
the Third Crusade to free the Holy Land...
... a Saxon knight,
called Wilfred of Ivanhoe...
... undertook a private crusade of his own.
England's warrior king,
Richard the Lion-Hearted...
... had disappeared during his
homeward march, vanishing without trace.
His disappearance dealt a cruel blow
to his unhappy country...
... already in turmoil from the bitter conflict
between Saxon and Norman.
And in time, most of his subjects
came to mourn him as dead.
But Ivanhoe's faith
that his king still lived...
... took him on an endless quest
from castle to castle...
... until, at last, he came to Austria.
Who are you?
What do you want of me?
Tell me what is written here.
I read no Austrian.
Happily, I read English.
Read it to me happily, then.
"To the people of England...
...I am here held captive
by Leopold of Austria.
My brother, Prince John,
has knowledge of it...
...yet he has denied me ransom,
I fear he does conspire
with certain Norman knights...
...to seize my throne.
People of England, speed my deliverance.
Your kingdom is at stake."
- It is signed...
- I know the hand that signed it.
But the eyes that saw it shall forget
that name and all they read.
Or this knife will pluck them out
and cast them to the crows.
Do you remember what you saw?
I have forgotten every syllable.
"Prince John...
...and certain Norman knights."
"Certain Norman knights."
These glades go on forever.
I hope we find shelter before nightfall,
Bois-Guilbert.
What do you fear, De Bracy,
Saxon hobgoblins?
No, a Saxon arrow
in the small of my back.
I wager there's a cutthroat
behind every tree trunk.
Aye. And soon,
they'll be hanging from them.
Unless we are.
God save you, knight.
And God save you. We ride
to Ashby. Which crossroad do we take?
The right will take you to Ashby.
- Shall we get there by nightfall?
- By nightfall tomorrow.
Tomorrow? Can you show us the way
to a roof for the night?
I know of a roof nearby,
but perhaps you would scorn it.
Why? Is it humble?
No, sire. It is Saxon.
I'd sooner bivouac by the road.
- 'Tis a fine night.
- To be butchered in one's sleep.
- Would you sooner walk into a Saxon trap?
- What is this house you speak of?
Rotherwood, the keep of Cedric the Saxon.
I believe I know this Cedric the Saxon.
Has he a ward, a woman of great beauty?
The Saxon princess, Lady Rowena,
is his ward.
Aye, Rowena. 'Tis the same Cedric.
He loves us not, but we would
sleep safe beneath his roof.
- You know the way?
- Well enough to lead.
Then lead us, but one false step
and you'll sing a different song.
I have a song to fit every occasion.
- He means he'll lop your head off, minstrel.
- Yes, sire, I knew what he meant.
- Now, Locksley, while they're in range.
- Peace, hothead. Would you slay lvanhoe?
- Ivanhoe died in the Holy Land.
- The troubadour is lvanhoe.
He takes those Normans to his father's.
Ivanhoe defied his father when he went
to the war. Cedric cast him off.
unless he's turned traitor to the Saxons.
Put down your bows.
I'll know why he takes those Normans
to his father before I'll believe ill...
...of Sir lvanhoe or Cedric.
And so shall you, you rattle-pate.
By your leave, milord, two knights
do request food and lodging.
They are Normans,
lately returned from the Holy Land.
If they break no laws of courtesy as guests,
I'll break none as host.
Bid them enter and depart in peace,
or else depart in pieces.
Elgitha, tell the lady Rowena I do not
desire her presence here tonight.
But she is pining for news
from the Holy Land.
When she hears they are Normans,
she'll want none of their news.
Tell her to keep to her chambers
till we're quit of them tomorrow.
Sir Brian De Bois-Guilbert
and Sir Hugh De Bracy, milord.
We come in peace, Sir Cedric.
In peace, I greet you.
We come, also, as friends.
I greet no one in friendship, save those
who share the royal Saxon blood.
Homely fare is before you.
Eat your fill of it.
Take me to the Lady Rowena.
Who is there?
A sort of fool, milady.
Come in, Wamba.
Make me laugh a little.
Tonight, milady, I do not play the fool.
I play the wizard.
Close your eyes, and I will perform...
...a wonder.
How long must I keep my eyes closed?
Till you have wished.
What shall I wish for?
Whom do you hold most dear?
You know who that is.
Say his name, and he shall come to you.
Ivanhoe.
- Oh, I knew, I knew.
- Knew what, Rowena?
I knew that you were safe and that
you were alive and that you loved me still.
I used to reach out my hands at night
when I couldn't sleep...
...and there was only darkness
all around me.
And I'd feel your fingertips touch mine...
...and I knew you were still alive,
and I was comforted.
There was never a day nor an hour
when your hand was not in mine.
Why are you crying?
I'm... I'm too happy to laugh.
- I've never known such happiness.
- Nor have I, ever.
It's as if you'd never been away,
as if I'd never suffered any loneliness...
...except in a dream that I awoke from
when you kissed me.
This was not a dream, though.
Do you remember how afraid you were?
Not when you cut my wrist,
only when you cut your own.
And I know I didn't show it.
You were trembling as you knelt beside me
when we made our vow to God.
While my blood mingled with yours.
Does my father hate me still?
No one is allowed to speak your name.
Then I must make my peace with him
as swiftly as I can.
- Ivanhoe, what trouble are you in?
- None yet.
But Richard is not dead.
He's held for ransom in Austria...
...and John would keep him there.
I've snared two Norman hawks below.
I cannot hood them single-handed.
I need aid.
- What help can I be?
- Come and draw them out.
These are John's friends.
If my father will help me...
...I can trick them into telling
what they know.
And if he will not help you?
Then, indeed, I have no father.
Where's Wamba? Where's my fool?
I want to be amused.
And you'll find it hard enough to do.
- I've been unavoidably delayed, milord.
- Delayed? How so?
When I heard Normans
were approaching...
...I ran to lock up my wife.
But she'd also heard
they were approaching...
...and locked me up instead.
A fool's wife is safe, milord.
We are bound for combat against your
Saxon knights at Ashby, three days hence.
- Not for any Saxon lady's chamber.
- And how will you spend...
...your last three days on earth?
It will not be my friend and I who will die.
Will you be there to see the Saxons fall?
Milord, there is a stranger at your gate
who begs shelter.
He is a Jew who calls himself Isaac of York.
I share no roof with an infidel.
Why not, sir knight? For every Jew
you show me who's not a Christian...
...l'll show you a Christian
who's not a Christian.
Why should my guests be subject
to your prejudices...
...when they have not been subject to
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