Ivanhoe Page #4

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Have I been cheated?

You mean he's dead?

He is to me.

I have come at my foster child's request.

Nothing else would've brought me.

What do you want of me?

- Your hand first, sire.

- I do not give it.

Milord, he is still your son.

What do you want of me?

Be brief, for I want none of you.

I will be brief, then.

I have found the king.

- The king is dead.

- He is alive...

...held by Leopold of Austria.

It's all here in his hand.

Read it yourself.

John has left him in chains

so he can steal his throne.

As those two Norman knights in your castle

could testify, if you put them to the sword.

Is it Richard's hand?

Perhaps. Written before they killed him.

I heard his voice, I tell you.

The king is alive.

What is the ransom?

- There's not that sum in England.

- You could pay your share of it.

For what, to buy back Richard's corpse?

I'll use what money I have left to slay

the living Normans, not dig up the dead.

- You'll leave your king to rot, then?

- I'll leave him to mad, wild fools like you...

...who can do neither harm nor good.

Then you force me to choose

between my father and my king.

Choose? Choose between whom?

You have no king, and I have no son.

I bid you take no part in this

nor look upon his face again.

Begone from here within the hour.

What will you do now?

Follow Bois-Guilbert to Ashby

and meet him in the lists.

Be cautious, lvanhoe.

Don't be afraid, Rowena.

Richard will be king again, and we shall be

there to see the crown set upon his head.

Look for me at the tournament

and pray for me.

- Farewell.

- Farewell, and God protect you.

Sir lvanhoe, I heard an old bear

and a young bear growling.

Which one would leave the den?

The young bear, Wamba.

- Alone?

- Alone.

No, sire. I will go with you.

My servant's collar and all.

Is your heart not here

with the Lady Rowena?

No, sire. My heart is in there, with yours.

Then henceforth,

you shall be my squire, Wamba.

Squire? Squire Wamba?

Wamba the squire. Oh, if it weren't for this,

I'd be a gentleman.

We'll have that collar off as soon as

we're away from here.

What...?

Help! Help!

Bind them together, Wamba.

How badly are you hurt?

Only a little.

My home, Sheffield town...

...I want to go back there at once.

- Alone at night? You'd perish.

Even so, I must go back to Sheffield.

Then I shall take you there.

I've trussed them up,

like capons.

Bring our horses and meet me

in the courtyard.

- But, Sir lvanhoe, I have no horse.

- Then steal one.

A gentleman at last and my first task

is to steal a horse.

Take quarters at the sign of the longbow.

I'll join you.

- Master. Master.

- Enough, enough.

All's well with me. Let us in.

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