Robert de Rainault:
Ninety nine, one hundred gold marks exactly.
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
I did count it, my lord.
Robert de Rainault:
I know, Gisburne, but one can never be too sure.
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
My lord, are you questioning my...
Robert de Rainault:
Your honour? No, no, just your ability to count.
Robert de Rainault:
What are you snickering about, Gisburne? Are you laughing at me?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
No, My Lord, but I thought...
Robert de Rainault:
That's the trouble, Gisburne - You thought. You never think!
Lady Isabel:
Edward was everything that you aren't!
Robert de Rainault:
He still is: He's dead.
Robert de Rainault:
I told him there were two ways you can win - luck and cunning. But of course there's a third...
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
A third?
Robert de Rainault:
Yes. You can cheat.
Robert de Rainault:
[
Guards bring in the captive Much] Spotted by chance, but caught, I think, by cunning. Luck and cunning, both part of the game.
Robert de Rainault:
This man is called Much. He's one of Robin Hood's men. Alone, he's valueless. A simpleton. But even then, with a little cunning, some use could be found for him.
Robert de Rainault:
You're eleven tomorrow?
Martin:
Yes, uncle.
Robert de Rainault:
Have you ever seen anyone hanged?
Martin:
No.
Robert de Rainault:
Would you like to?
Martin:
Yes, uncle.
Robert de Rainault:
Well there you are, you see. And I was wondering what to get you for a birthday present.
Robert de Rainault:
We'll hang him tomorrow afternoon.
Robert de Rainault:
Have I ever spoken to you about my younger brother, Edward?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
No.
Robert de Rainault:
Even when he was young he was different from me: honest, trusting, generous. Naturaly I despised him.
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
Naturaly.
Robert de Rainault:
So Wolfshead, you came.
Robert of Huntingdon:
What do you want?
Robert de Rainault:
Your help.
Robert of Huntingdon:
You ask for my help?
Robert de Rainault:
I don't ask. I demand. And you for once will obey.
Robert de Rainault:
So, you'll do it?
Robert of Huntingdon:
Do I have any choice?
Robert de Rainault:
No. Your half-wit for my brat. The exchange will be made here two days from now at sunset, do you understand?
Robert of Huntingdon:
Yes.
Robert de Rainault:
Good.
Robert de Rainault:
[
the Sheriff rides off] Don't fail me Wolfshead, I want the boy alive.
Lady Isabel:
Martin was a kind, gently boy once. Now I hardly recognise him. He doesn't laugh anymore, except at things that would make an ordinary boy sick. He's a bully, a tyrant, just like his favourite uncle.
Robert de Rainault:
Oh you flatter me.
Lady Isabel:
[
At the tomb of her late husband] Oh Edward, you put your trust in a snake and the snake has bitten into you. Poison runs deep in our son's veins.
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