Robin Hood Page #3

Father Tancred,

but it was to seek out our new shepherd.

You have lately been missed

at Sunday worship and my sermons.

I like a quiet church, Father,

when I pray for a miracle.

Your new flock is women,

children and old folk.

Our men have gone to war

or returned broken.

Their orphans run wild in the greenwood.

Our fields are ready for planting

but we've no seed corn.

And the church barn is full of grain.

Surely, you do not expect the church

to let its corn be used to plant your fields?

That grain is bound for York.

I am Friar Tuck.

Father Tancred is elevated to York

where I know he will remind the Bishop

that the people of Nottingham...

The Bishop does not need reminding

that the people of Nottingham

should reap what they sow

and repent of their sins.

The miracle I pray for is that

the Bishop show some Christian charity.

As I said, Father,

I like a quiet church when I pray.

You will have trouble

from the Loxleys of Peper Harow.

You keep bees, Tuck?

I keep them and they keep me.

Stop!

Ambush!

You're a knight?

Where is King Richard?

Oh, God.

Where is the King?

- Dead.

- Dead?

Really?

If the King's dead, where are you going?

Deliver the crown.

Richard's crown.

Richard's crown.

How do we assassinate a king

who's already dead?

Bring back the crown!

Kill the horse!

You are English.

When it suits me.

Who are you?

Robert Loxley.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

That's the King's horse.

Jimmy! Move!

Jimmy!

Robin, they're French.

Ambush.

Go.

John.

Don't know.

He's dead.

Help.

My sword.

Its value to me is great.

It belonged to my father,

Sir Walter Loxley

of Nottingham.

Do you know it?

Aye, I've heard of Nottingham.

Then the fate...

The fates have smiled on me.

You must take the sword to my father.

It will bring me peace.

I took it in anger and without his consent.

You must understand the bond of love

between a father and his son.

My father abandoned me to the world of men

when I was six years old.

I know little of the love

between father and son.

I beg you.

Longstride,

say you will.

I will.

It's a pact sworn in blood, Robin.

It's a scratch, Allan, and that's all it is.

Robin!

Loxley was making for the coast

to meet the ship.

That crown could be our passage home.

We're common archers, Robin.

If we arrive at the King's ship

with his crown, we'll be accused of murder.

How do you know

that the knights you see walking about

are actually knights at all?

There is no difference between a knight

and any other man

aside from what he wears.

All we need is about us.

Armour, helmets, swords,

and we make England wealthy men

with horses and gold.

Fate has smiled upon us at last.

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