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...just as they have failed my friend,

and all but failed me.

I thank you, sir knight.

There are questions

that I would ask of you...

...as soon as your tongue is loose again.

At your command, milady.

What is the news from the Holy Land?

Alas, milady, I can add little

to what you must already know.

The war has ended

in a truceless truce once more...

...and Richard vanished upon the wind

that once made up the better part of him.

Richard should've stayed at home

and kept England...

...and left Jerusalem to be lost

by knights like you...

...who lost it anyway.

Are you for Richard, milord, or for John?

Richard and John had the same mother

One was a Norman

So, what was the other?

Both were Norman, true.

But Richard, with all his faults,

was for England.

And John?

John is for John.

Then you're against John?

That's another Norman question.

Shall I answer it for you, milord?

No, I would have my questions

answered first. Sir knight...

...I believe there were tournaments

between Saxon and Norman knights...

...to prove which was more valiant.

- Aye, milady, in the Holy Land.

The Saxons were at last taught

to bow to their betters.

And yet, I hear the Saxons

won the tournaments.

How does a Saxon lady come to know

so much of such distant matters?

Only from the tales I hear, sir knight.

And I was told that

in the tournament at Acre...

...Richard of England led five

of his Saxon knights into combat...

...and vanquished all

who challenged them.

The one who fell was named De Bracy.

And another, Bois-Guilbert.

True, milady. I blush, but I admit it.

I can still feel the dust in my mouth.

Is it out of your teeth yet, Guilbert?

A broken saddle girth caused my fall,

not the bumpkin of a knight I tilted.

And who was this bumpkin of a knight?

He named himself Wilfred of lvanhoe.

- Ivanhoe?

- Aye, milady.

A friend of Richard's

who vanished as suddenly as his king.

What manner of knight

was he to look upon?

I never saw his face.

Few men did.

But he wore a dragon charge

upon his shield.

I shall know him by that,

if we ever meet again.

- And why did he vanish, sire?

- Because he was a coward.

Coward?

Aye, a coward who fled when there

was no Richard to hide behind...

...before I could challenge him

to meet me.

Then I give you the challenge that lvanhoe

would give to you were he here, sir knight.

And I bid you drink to his honor

as a fellow knight.

And you, milord.

Will you drink to his honor too?

To lvanhoe.

- To lvanhoe.

- To lvanhoe.

Why this Saxon passion

for a stranger, milady?

Lvanhoe was not always a stranger

to these halls.

He's a stranger now.

He was my son.

Was?

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