Sir Guy of Gisburne: My lord?
Robert de Rainault: Ah, Gisburne. A little hard of hearing, are we? What are you doing in your armour?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: The tournament.
Robert de Rainault: What tournament?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: At Derby. I'm in the Earl's team!
Robert de Rainault: You think I employ you to go careering around the countryside getting your head knocked off, whilst I stay here at Nottingham slaving away from cockcrow to sunset? Look at this, look at it! Fines, leases, receipts!
Sir Guy of Gisburne: You said I could go!
Robert de Rainault: I said I'd consider it. Well, I have, and you can't. Not now. Read this.
[holds out document]
Sir Guy of Gisburne: My lord Sheriff...
Robert de Rainault: Read it! Perhaps you'd like to join our noble king in this ridiculous war and cover yourself with glory, fighting against Llewellyn.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: [reading] It says two hundred men.
Robert de Rainault: And all the grain I can send him.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: With due expe... expeded... exped...
Robert de Rainault: Expedition! It means at once, Gisburne. At once!
Sir Guy of Gisburne: I know what it means!
Robert de Rainault: Irritating little man, what does he want Wales FOR? I have a Hundred Court in two days' time, I'm supposed to attend six hangings on Thursday, and my mother's coming for the weekend.
Robert de Rainault: Wales? It'll be Scotland next. Drunk with power! He'll ruin all of us, just like his wretched brother did.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: [pause] Your mother?
Robert de Rainault: Don't be so inane, Gisburne. Just climb out of that iron harness and get your men together. If that's at all possible.
Gulnar: Are they all dead?
Grendel: All, Gulnar. And the Abbey is ours.
Gulnar: Good. Then it is from here that we shall destroy the power of Herne - forever!
Alison of Wickham: My lord, we'll starve!
Robert de Rainault: Probably. But England's freedom must be defended, whatever the cost. Do you want to be slaves to the Welsh?
Edward of Wickham: We'll all be dead, my lord. It won't matter whose slaves we are then, will it?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Wickham, Aulbury, and Leaford.
Robert de Rainault: It's a miserable amount. They must have hidden some.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Impossible. My searches were thorough.
Robert de Rainault: And just a little heavy-handed, Gisburne?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: That man in Leaford would have died anyway, when the winter comes.
Robert de Rainault: So will a lot of them.
Lady Marion: What will happen to us?
Robert of Huntingdon: Who knows? We may even live to see old age.
Lady Marion: Or die tomorrow.
Robert of Huntingdon: Yes. Or die tomorrow.
Lady Marion: I've never been afraid of death. Only of losing you. Promise me we'll never be parted.
Robert of Huntingdon: I promise.
Gulnar: Under Rognir's chariot, on Sleipnir's jawteeth, and the Great Wolf's claws - show!
Gulnar: Ah! Thorn outside and hidden, Hagal in Air -
[turns two rune stones over]
- Odal and Birca in Fire and hidden, Dag and Laigu in Earth.
Gulnar: He will come. Herne's son will come!
Robert de Rainault: He's foul-mouthed, has considerable power, and rather like you, Gisburne, has absolutely no sense of humour. William Brewer's not a man to cross. I suppose that's why the king's appointed him. This grain business is probably his idea.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Well, it's ready for him.
Robert de Rainault: And so am I, Gisburne, so am I. I only hope it's enough to satisfy him.
Robert de Rainault: God's teeth, it's cold! I wish the wretched man would hurry.
Robert de Rainault: My lord.
William Brewer: I'm taking your head to the King.
Sir Guy of Gisburne: Take Robin Hood's head, my lord. This was his doing!
William Brewer: What did you say?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: I said that Robin Hood...
William Brewer: Who is this thing?
Robert de Rainault: My steward, Sir Guy of Gisburne.
William Brewer: You're Guy of Gisburne, are you? I've heard of you. And what I've heard hasn't impressed me.
Herne the Hunter: It is the Time of the Wolf. The time of famine. When the Sons of Fenris howl for blood. Drive them out! Destroy them!
Robert of Huntingdon: Where shall we find them?
Herne the Hunter: A child will come.
Robert of Huntingdon: A child? What child?
Herne the Hunter: We shall meet at the Ring of the Nine Maidens.
Robert of Huntingdon: When? When shall we meet?
Herne the Hunter: When the sky cries out.
[Thunder crashes as Herne disappears]
Grendel: This man will join us.
Gulnar: Do you forswear all allegiances, save to Fenris?
Sir Guy of Gisburne: I do.
Gulnar: Release the beast within you. Be savage like the mighty wolf you are to serve! Bone to bone, flesh to flesh -
[rakes an iron wolf's claw across Gisburne's chest]
- and blood to blood. Halegomoneth! Now you belong to Fenris.
Will Scarlet: Grimstone Abbey, eh?
Robert of Huntingdon: Geoffrey de Mandeville seized it in King Stephen's time. He turned it into a fortress.
Friar Tuck: Gulnar's chosen well.
Will Scarlet: Yeah, if he's there.
Friar Tuck: Oh, he's there.
Will Scarlet: Yeah? Can you see him?
Friar Tuck: I don't need to. My ears tell me.
Will Scarlet: I can't hear nothing.
Friar Tuck: That's what's wrong. Look, monks go to pray at three and at five. The bell hasn't rung.
Will Scarlet: Well, you learn something new every day, don't you?