Willow Page #4

I guess I am gonna die here.

Who cares.

- Here.

- Thanks, friend. Oh!

- What's that?

I'd say

two or three hundred horses,

five or six wagons...

and about a thousand fools.

- Thank you. Ohh-

- Come on, Meegosh.

It's gonna be

all right, little bobbin.

- Everything's gonna be all right.

- Excuse me, sir.

- Out of the way, peck!

Uh, pardon me.

Uh-

Excuse me, sir. We found one

of your babies in our village.

Will you please

take care of her?

We're going into battle, little ones.

Find a woman to take care of her.

They thought you were

a woman. Airk.

Well-

-Madmartigan, what did you do this time?

-Nothing you wouldn't have done.

I always knew

you'd end up in a crow's cage.

At least I'm not

down there herding sheep.

What are you doing this far north?

The Nockmaar army

destroyed Galladoorn.

The castle?

Bavmorda's troops are

crushing everything in sight.

Come on.

Let me out of here, Airk.

Give me a sword.

I'll win this war for you.

Madmartigan-

I still serve Galladoorn.

You serve no one.

Remember?

Sit in your coffin and rot.

- Hyah!

- Wait, Airk. You need me!

I'll be around

long after you're dead!

When I get out of here,

I'm gonna cut your head off...

and stick it

on a pig pole!

- I miss Kiaya and the bobbins.

We're running out of food.

Nobody's gonna

take care of that baby.

You know why?

Nobody cares.

Except me.

You want to go back to your families.

I want out of this cage.

Let me take care of that baby.

I'll look after her like she was my own.

I believe he would, Willow.

He doesn't know

anything about babies.

Right. But I know

a lot of women who do.

If I had somebody in my life,

a little daughter, perhaps.

I might have a reason

to go on living.

You can't leave me

in here to die.

Not when all I want

to do is protect her.

I feel better!

-You've done the right thing! -Okay. All right. All right.

- You gotta promise to feed her.

- Come to Daddy, little darlin'.

- And keep her clean.

- Absolutely.

- Hee, hee, hee!

- Wheee!

She likes me.

Here are her changing rags.

- And her milk bladder.

- Any milk in there?

- It's for her!

- I wouldn't steal from a baby.

- You wory too much, peck.

- It's Willow.

- I mean Willow.

Now listen, boys- Willow.

You've done the right thing.

And I want you to get home

and bring your crop in.

- Good-bye, little one.

Please, take good care of her.

I give you my word of honor!

- Meegosh, slow down!

- Oh, come on!

If we hurry, we can be home by

tomorrow morning. We'll be heroes.

- Do you really think so?

- Sure.

"Look, there's

Willow and Meegosh.

The heroes have come home."

"Welcome back, boys.

You deserve medals!"

- Yeah, Medals.

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