Mildred she would rather we she seeks the aid of Briar and faithfully.
I
Outlaws,
and they look a couple of nasty customers,
but just keep that in trouble.
Two ales please,
Joe.
We're dry it's hot day,
and uh,
would your uncle like some Ben?
I saw him.
We might make a trade with him if he's got a barrel of good wine.
I'm told it's the most popular dish with the protectors of the royal beer.
I'll ask him about it.
I have a message for you,
for your friends.
What is it?
It's a written message written message.
Must be important.
It is
this parchment's made from a newborn calf.
We'll be back
Where did you get this?
Joan at the blue ball gave it to us.
It's from the friar who keeps the Eldridge shrine.
He wants to go there and see him.
Why he fails to say.
It sounds like a trap.
Yes,
without any bait.
Why should I journey all that way just at his fancy?
Saint Ed Shrine is the man's name Tuck?
Yes it is.
Do you know of him?
They say he's a stalwart fellow with a sword.
What a friar and a swordsman.
That's an interesting combination.
I have heard that 6 are naves said on him once and he said the Lord Scurry,
the most remarkable cleric.
He could still be on the side of the sheriff of Nottingham and the Norman nobles.
about that I know nothing.
You know we could do with a stout and lusty friar.
For one thing to say mass for us here at the high feasts.
Robin,
you can't go traveling there by yourself.
Outside the forest,
one man is safer than a band,
but I won't let him know who I am till I find out what manner of man he is.
Um,
it's not often I get the chance of trying out a friar's sword arm against my own.
Passcombeviscombe.
I'm looking for the friar of St.
Eldridge's shrine.
His name is Tuck,
unusual name.
What do you want him?
Ah,
that I'll tell him when I find him.
That I don't doubt.
What would you say?
What he needs to know,
you can be sure of that.
Now where can I find him?
Well,
you don't see him,
do you?
I only know what he looks like in a general sort of a way.
He's a well built fellow,
heavier than he should be,
and somewhat past his prime.
Who said that?
No matter.
The truth is I've been on the road a long
time and I'm seeking a little rest and philosophical conversation.
That one fellow cleric is as good as another.
I feel I have no time for conversation.
I am alone and I have much to do.
There's no one in your house then,
no one.
Therefore,
I suggest you continue on your way to Malden Abbey,
an hour's walk.
They will find plenty of conversation.
I'm too tired for another hour's walk,
too,
uh,
thirsty and dry in the throat.
It's such a hot and dusty day.
but perhaps a little refreshment,
yeah,
it's cooler and clearer from the stream.
I mean there's nothing but brook water you have there.
What do you think it is?
I'm only a simple trial.
You rascal thief,
stop.
Not all of it.
That is the finest tasting brook water in all England.
You might have left me a few drops,
or I'll get you a whole new crockful,
fresh and cool.
At least now you will have the strength to be on your way.
Oh,
I,
I couldn't cross the stream.
I'd get my new gown all wet.
Unless you were good enough to carry me across,
carry you,
I most certainly would not.
Well then I'll have to stay here.
It seems an interesting place.
Oh,
on second thoughts,
I am reminded of my vow of humility
to pattern myself more
after the good Saint Francis.
On second thoughts,
I doubt if your aging bones could carry my weight.
My bones can carry two of you will not feel the load.
Come on.
Come on,
sit still and keep quiet,
you fool.
Come on,
the enemy's coast behind me.
Oh,
I'll never forget this ride.
Let's make sure of that.
Come old and I with you and bad luck attend your trip.
Um
What kind of a frier are you?
What order hides broad steel sal?
I'll show you what kind of a friar I am.
Who are you anyway?
Who are you expecting?
Oh
And I think,
are you Robin Hood?
Yes,
I am.
One of them.
Come in
Here she is.
How
Oh.
You're probably wondering where you are.
That I know.
I'm in a den of thieves and cutthroats.
Oh nonsense,
though I must admit we owe you an apology for that crack on the skull.
Mildred thought you were one of Lord Germaine's men come after her.
Why should anybody be after her?
Did she make a habit of cracking people over the head?
No,
Mildred's a very gentle child,
really.
She's the daughter of Brian the herdsman,
who works on Lord Germaine's estate.
Lord Germaine.
Well,
he's a hard-hearted old rogue.
What does he want with her?
He wants to marry her off to Sir William of
Mohammas in exchange for a piece of Sir William's land.
The wedding was supposed to have taken place yesterday.
Instead,
she ran away to me.
You'd better not let his lordship find out about this.
He won't like you interfering with his plans.
What can I do?
When she told me that she was in love with this worthy lad,
Harold the Smith.
How could I send her back?
So it's true what they say about you,
that you have the heart of a dove,
the spirit of an eagle.
In the face of a barn owl.
You still haven't told me why you sent for me.
I want you to smuggle Mildred and Harold out of the Shire.
Once beyond Lord Germaine's reach,
and she'll be as safe as any free citizen's wife.
She's not my wife yet,
Father.
I'll undertake to put that in order in no time
if Robin Hood will undertake to lead you to safety.
I'll do that for you
if you'll do something for me in return.
Only yesterday my men were asking if we couldn't find some
holy Father to say mass for us on which Sunday morning.
In Sherwood Forest after the mass we celebrate
the feast and roast pheasant haunch of venance,
sucking pig
washed down with brown October ale.
of course if you're under a vow of fasting,
we can always find some roots and berries for you.
No,
no,
no special fare for me.
I'll eat what the men.
He save us,
it must be Lord Germaine.
Did you tell anyone you were coming here?
No,
no one but my aunt.
No one but your aunt Mason Eldred,
forgive you your idiocy.
Harold up into the loft.
Mildred,
you run over to the shrine.
Now do as I say,
brother Robin,
you better stay here and tell your bees.
Is there any more of that brook water around?
In
the cupboard.
Come.
Oh,
greetings.
You have come to see Saint Eldridge Shrine.
You have a winch of mine there.
I'm Lord Germain,
and this is Sir William of Malmesbury,
to whom I've given her in marriage.
For this
we've come for her.
Has she agreed to this marriage?
Agreed?
I ordered it and my father was told to have her ready.
Mildred,
yes,
of Malmesbury wishes to marry you.
Do you accept him?
No,
Father.
The leader declines your proposal.
Enough of this foolery.
Drag her out of there and let's get back to the castle.
I wonder if you would mind dragging her out.
Well,
she's still yours,
you know,
and after all,
I am marrying her tomorrow.
You know well.
Friar,
stand aside.
I shall do nothing of the sort.
I want that girl.
Mildred,
yes,
Father,
do you wish to go with Lord Germain or stay where you are?
Stay here.
I'm sorry,
my lord.
The maid has sought sanctuary in a consecrated place.
No violation of sanctuary is punishable by excommunication.
Excommunication.
How dare you threaten me.
Once again,
Friar,
stand aside,
wait,
you mean,
how very souls may be at stake.
I never heard of the law of sanctuary applying
to anything but a regular church or monastery,
but we don't know for sure.
Until I do,
I won't take part in this.
Very well.
If you want to have everything tied up for you legally,
I'll bring the sheriff of Nottingham here.
He'll soon put an end to this clerical obstruction.
That's an excellent idea.
I'll readily abide by the sheriff's decision,
and you wait here and see that no one tries to make off with the wench.
Whatever may be the outcome of this,
I shall not forget your interference.
I advise you,
Father,
to be a little more restrained.
It's not a very sound idea to make an enemy of that particular lord.
Nor of my particular lords.
I'll go the waiting plans.
The bride is safe enough for the moment in the sanctuary of the shrine,
but we have one too many grooms.
Where's Lord Germaine?
He went to fetch the sheriff of Nottingham.
Oh,
then we're doomed.
Oh,
stop moaning.
Go back and hide yourself again.
I need quiet to think out this problem.
I've had some dealings with the sheriff of Nottingham.
Surely you're not counting on him to have any respect for the law of sanctuary.
No,
I'm not.
This problem must be solved before the sheriff arrives,
which means we've got to think of a way of getting rid of Sir William.
Well,
there's only one of them.
It's always easy to challenge a knight's honor.
It's such a sensitive point with them.
And no,
it would be against my principles to allow you
to go into combat without first hearing your confession,
and that might take days or even weeks.
Besides,
murder is no way to start a young couple off on their honeymoon.
They'd be held to blame for it and pursued the length and breadth of the country.
Well,
can you think of any other method of getting rid of him?
Yes,
I think I can.
Although it's not altogether foolproof.
Uh,
cover up that unshaven head of yours.
Sir William
And we are about to break our fasts.
Perhaps you'd care to join us.
Uh,
you can keep your eye on the shrine from this window.
Thank you,
Fathers.
It's um hm,
decent of you to share your repast with me.
You'll be needing all your strength.
She won't be easy to tame that lass.
No,
but what a delightful task it will be.
It might have been
if only circumstances had been different,
I said.
If only she hadn't been in love with someone else.
You knew about that,
of course.
I was told something of the sort.
Did she have formed a girlish attachment to a
tinker or a smith or someone of that class.
It didn't disturb me particularly.
It wasn't as though there was some doubt as to her virtue.
Perhaps we're being pessimistic.
Perhaps after a year or so,
she may have forgotten Harold,
Harold.
The Smith,
it's possible she might even retain some of that youthful bloom,
but a year of weeping goes hard on a woman's face.
I can't live without her,
but this is hell.
Oh
If you take her from me,
I'll die anyway,
so I have nothing to lose by fighting you.
Can I borrow this sword,
good father.
At least I shall die fighting for my love.
The sword,
my son,
is his.
Have you,
um,
have you used a sword before?
No,
but I'll fight you anyway.
Can I have it?
Don't lend it to him.
It would be murder.
No,
but I must,
if he asks me for it.
I can't refuse a sword to a weaponless man,
but a swordsman like Sir William will split him in one stroke.
Sir William,
at least you'll let the lovers say a last farewell.
Mildred,
come here quickly.
Father,
what's happened?
It's all worked out most unfortunately,
I'm afraid,
my dear.
Harold will have to match swords with Sir William.
That is unless you say that you will be Sir William's bride of your own free will,
in which case Harold won't have to fight at all.
No,
no,
Mildred,
my dear,
you are deeply in love with Harold,
aren't you?
And that is why you feel you can't be happy as Sir William's wife.
Believe me,
my dear.
It doesn't have to work out that way.
No,
no,
you'll learn to close your eyes when your husband is caressing you,
and in your mind you'll see the face of the man you love instead.
Then think of all those daytime hours when
Sir William is about his chivalrous duties,
and you can see whoever you like.
That is enough,
Sir William.
You can't see this poor young man in cold blood.
On the contrary,
he must,
though the less blood the better.
Don't you see,
if he slays the man she loves before her very eyes,
that'll make her sulkier.
There's nothing worse than a sulky wife.
On the other hand,
if he doesn't kill him,
she'll know he's soft hearted.
What's wrong with that?
What's wrong with him?
Yes,
it's bad policy,
bad policy.
Yes,
an unwilling bride has got to be taught to fear her husband.
Perhaps,
but the sight of her love dying before her eyes will haunt her all her days,
not if he does it neatly with one stroke.
I know what you're doing to me.
You're trying to persuade me it would never work out.
Oh,
no,
no.
Well,
I'm finally ready to admit that you're right.
It could never work out.
You mean you're,
you're not going to kill him?
You don't want your bride?
No.
But what about Lord Jomaine?
He won't like it,
you can be sure about that.
He had his heart set on that old toll road.
But my mind is made up
Perhaps you'd better marry them immediately before Lord Germain gets back.
Yeah.
Yeah
Excuse me,
Ready?
Well,
we've just got my love.
Don't mourn for me.
I'll be better off dead.
So will I.
Give me the sword first.
Father,
is it a sin to kill myself?
We'll discuss it after you and Harold are married.
Married?
Just just try
to.
The nominated the spirit to sent the Amen.
Who's coming?
I can't see yet,
but hurry it up.
I'll bring you quickly.
I do.
I may have hit it.
Let me tell you I'm in the desk now.
First of all,
what you have and symbols.
I mean,
I each day and each day my children and farewell.
Go straight on down the road till you come to the sign of the blue ball.
I'll meet you in the stable behind the end.
Thank you,
Hugh and fry.
Now just kiss the bride and start running.
Finish the rest of them in the wood,
now go and run.
We must give Harold and Mildred a chance to get away.
Help me draw the sheriff off.
Father,
good day,
my lord.
What have you done with Sir William.
Sir William,
my lord,
he went who?
Who are those two who just went out to the back,
the newlywed couple,
your worship.
Sir William changed his mind about the girl,
my lord,
and so I married her to her lover.
You what?
It was Sir William's suggestion,
my lord.
In fact,
you might say he ordered me to do it,
but he couldn't have ordered you the girl belong to me.
Oh,
excuse me,
my lord,
I'm just a simple friar,
and when a knight with a great sword orders me to do something.
Is this the one you said was so insolent?
Yes.
What has happened to Sir William?
He canceled his arrangement with you,
my lord.
I'll find out about that from him.
In the meantime,
I want my wench back.
She's a runaway.
She's married under unbreakable settlement.
You can't do anything about that.
I can discipline her.
Also,
the fellow who was trying to take her away from me without my permission.
I think an example should be made of this case.
Don't worry,
it will be.
Farewell,
brother.
Thank you for the rest and refreshment.
Which way to Malden Abbey?
straight all across the stream and then take the left hand path,
brother.
Packs for Biscombe,
head for Biscombe.
The devil is that.
Well,
never mind about that.
Will you please get your men out to that girl?
I couldn't tell you who he is for sure.
He came here pretending to be another friar,
but he acted more like an outlaw.
If you want my private opinion,
I think he's Robin Hood.
You're quite right,
my lord,
but that makes you say that.
I beg your pardon.
What makes you think he's Robin Hood?
Oh,
little things.
Like that
It is Robin Hood.
After him then.
No,
wait.
It's a horse.
What about my way?
Confound your wench.
Yeah,
he's taking my horse.
Till wits and mourn,
till.
The books on you.
Sheriff,
quick,
the rogue,
the scoundrel stole my horse.
Robin Hood,
Robin Hood riding through the glen.
Robin Hood with his band of men
cheered by the ban.
Loved by the
Robin Hood.
Robin Hood