Lady Marion:
Let me live in your heart, but let me go.
Robert of Huntingdon:
You'll always live in my heart.
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.
[
Brings 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.
[
sighs]
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:
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 Welch?
Edward of Wickham:
We'll all be dead, my lord. It won't matter who's slaves we are then, will it?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
Wickam, Alburey 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:
Och, that man in Leaford would have died anyway.
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... 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 Sliepnir's jawteeth and the Great Wolf's claws... Show!
Gulnar:
[
Throws runestones] Ah! Thorn outside and hidden, Hagal, in Air...
Gulnar:
[
Turns two rune stones around] Odal and Birca in Fire and hidden. Dag and Laigu in Earth.
Gulnar:
[
Coos] 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 probly 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:
[
Interupting] 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 dissapears]
Grendel:
This man will join us.
Gulnar:
Do you forespare all allegiances, safe to Fenris?
Sir Guy of Gisburne:
[
Reluctantly] I do.
Gulnar:
Release the beast within you. Be savage like the mighty wolf you are to serve.
Gulnar:
Bone to bone. flesh to flesh.
[
Raking an iron wolf's claw across Gisburne's chest]
Gulnar:
and blood to blood.
Gulnar:
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, hes there.
Will Scarlet:
Yeah? Can you see him?
Friar Tuck:
I dont need to. My ears tell me.
Will Scarlet:
I can't here 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?
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