The Adventures of Robin Hood Page #3

- My sword is yours, Your Highness.

And what about our young

Saxon cockerel here?

What's the matter?

Have you no stomach for honest meat?

For honest meat, yes.

But I've no stomach for traitors.

- You call me traitor?

- You? Yes.

And every man here

who offers you allegiance.

Your Highness.

What do you call a man who takes

advantage of a king's misfortune...

...to seize his power?

And now, with the help

of this sweet band of cutthroats...

...you'll try to grind a ransom for him

out of every helpless Saxon.

A ransom that'll be used

not to release Richard...

...but to buy your way to the throne.

Let me ram those words down

his throat, Your Highness!

Oh, no. Later.

Let him spout for the moment.

And what do you propose to do?

I'll organize revolt.

Exact a death for a death.

And I'll never rest until every Saxon

in this shire can stand up, free men...

...and strike a blow

for Richard and England.

- Have you finished?

- I'm only just beginning.

From this night on, I use every means

in my power to fight you.

Dickon!

Such impudence, Your Highness.

If I could only reach him.

Stand back! Stand back!

Open the door!

Quick, guards, quick!

There's a traitor inside trying to escape!

- Shut the door!

- Traitor, sir?

You infernal idiot!

Which way did he go?

There, through the gate.

- After him!

- Guards! Horses!

Dickon, follow Mansfield!

To your troop!

Up you go, quick.

Find Crippen

the arrow-maker and his friends...

...to pass the word to every man

who's been beaten or tortured:

The Gallows Oaks

in Sherwood tomorrow.

- Yes, master.

- Off you go, and good luck.

Have it proclaimed in every village

that this Saxon Locksley's an outlaw.

Hang anybody

that gives him shelter or aid.

Yes, Your Highness.

His possessions are forfeit to the crown.

Seize his castle and his lands.

Everything he owns.

And just to let the people know

how the wind has changed...

...the sooner you begin collecting the...

- The ransom, Your Highness?

Yes, yes, of course.

The ransom.

There's a death sentence

for your Robin of Locksley!

I'll have him dangling in a week.

- I'm tired.

- What?

After a refreshing sleep

in the greenwood?

I've pulled seven acorns out of my ribs.

- Lovely fresh air.

- My teeth ache with chattering.

- Nightingales singing.

- An owl hooting in my ear all night.

Hooting?

He was singing you to sleep.

There's a lusty infant. He'd be

a good one to reason into joining us.

By the look of him, his

quarterstaff does his reasoning for him.

- Let's see what he's made of.

- It's your skull, not mine.

- Give way, little man.

- Only to a better man than myself.

He stands before you.

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