The Adventures of Robin Hood

News has come from Vienna!

"Leopold of Austria has seized King

Richard on his return from the Crusades.

Our king is being held prisoner.

Nothing further is known.

His Highness Prince John will make...

...further public

pronouncement tomorrow".

And how are the dear Saxons

taking the news, Sir Guy?

They're even more worried than

Longchamps, Your Highness.

They'll be more than worried...

...when I squeeze the fat

out of their hides.

- You intend to act on your plans?

- What better moment than this, Sir Guy?

Whoever would have thought

my dear brother...

...would be so

considerate as to get captured...

...and leave all of England

to my tender care?

He may disapprove when he returns,

Your Highness.

If he returns.

And I'll see to it that he doesn't.

We must drink to this moment, Sir Guy.

Golden days are ahead.

I'll assign tax districts to you tomorrow.

Tomorrow, Your Highness.

- But who's gonna pay me?

- Pay! Pay!

That's all you Saxons think about.

Didn't I tell you it was for Prince John,

who's just come up from London?

Stop! Stop!

This man is freeborn!

He's a landowner.

You can't make a slave of him!

Didn't he refuse to send his men

to work in Guy of Gisbourne's field?

But I protest...!

Dickon, follow me!

The rest remain here.

- What's your name, you Saxon dog?

- A better one than yours.

Look to your manners!

This is Sir Guy of Gisbourne.

Sir Guy or the devil!

There's little to choose between them.

- What's your name?

- Much, the miller's son.

- It's death to kill the king's deer?

- And death from hunger if I don't.

Thanks to you and the rest of you

Norman cutthroats at Nottingham Castle.

- Be quiet, you.

- I won't be quiet!

You can kill me if you like,

but not until I've had my say.

You can beat and starve

us Saxons now...

...but when King Richard escapes, he'll

take you by the scruff of the neck...

...and fling you into the sea!

- What the devil?

- Come now, Sir Guy.

- You'd kill a man for telling the truth?

- If it amused me, yes.

Be thankful

my humor's of a different sort.

By what right do you

interfere with justice?

By a better right

than you have to misuse it.

That goes for your master, Prince John.

I'll give him that message at the

baron's meeting in Nottingham tonight.

Thank you.

He does need a bit of a talking to.

- Eh, Will?

- He has been getting rather out of hand.

- Fetch him.

- Hold there. What's his fault?

- He's killed a royal deer.

- You're wrong. I killed that deer.

This man's my servant.

Oh. I suppose you realize the penalty

for killing the king's deer is death.

- Whether for serf or noble.

- Really?

Are there no exceptions?

- Thanks, master.

- Better look before you shoot next time.

From this day, I follow only you. There

isn't a poor Saxon in Nottingham shire...

...that doesn't know and bless

Sir Robin of Locksley.

Take me as your servant.

Why, in all the forest,

there isn't a hunter as good as me.

I ask no pay.

Just to follow you.

Fetch the deer, then.

While Richard is bent on adventure

in foreign lands...

...it is our duty as Normans

to preserve the realm...

...by giving loyal support

to Prince John...

...the only true defender

of the Norman spirit.

Hail to Prince John.

My lords, I thank you.

Well, this is what we Normans like:

Good food, good company...

...and a beautiful woman

to flatter me, eh, Lady Marian?

Was it worthwhile coming with me

from London...

...to see what stout fellows

our Nottingham friends are?

Take Sir Guy of Gisbourne. One of our

most renowned defenders of the realm.

Must I take him, Your Highness?

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