- Mother! There's barely time. - Go on!
Do as they ask!
- Robin! - Jump!
- I'll hurt myself. - For Christ's sake.
That's him.
I should have taught you better.
Two old men, for Jesus' sake. Two old men.
This one's still alive. You take care of him.
As for the rest of them...
...take up their limbs and bury them.
You!
You, there!
- Raise it! Raise the gate! - I can't, my lord. How?
I ought to let you go.
I'll bring him back.
Bring him back from Sherwood? You won't even find him.
- I can do it. - In full armor, in the woods?
You'll sink up to your armpits in the bogs. I've tried it. I've gone in after him.
I never even saw his archers. Just the arrows in my soldiers' bodies.
I can get him, and you failed.
And you don't like it.
All right. Get some men.
Raise the gates.
Here. Take this. Give me your bow.
Get up there, keep watch.
Come on.
Come on!
Get up!
I can't keep doing this kind of thing anymore.
There. That's all right.
Turn left!
- Turn left! - No, no.
No!
- She never did have the touch for driving. - Are you all right?
- Do you think they'll come after us? - We'll hear from Will if they do.
Are you all right?
There's not another Mother Abbess like you in the world.
- Amen to that. You're a marvel. - Your face! Blood!
Blood?
You fool.
You've put on weight.
Was this a day! I haven't had one like it since we left.
Neither have I.
- Did we really used to do this sort of thing? - All the time.
How did I bear it?
When I saw you on that wall, I thought I saw you dead.
Why did I ever leave?
Let's take a look at you.
- Just a few bumps and bruises. - All the same.
So many.
You had the sweetest body when you left.
Hard, and not a mark.
And you were mine.
When you left, I thought I'd die.
I even tried.
I walked out in the woods near camp, and laid down by a stream and cut myself.
Some damn fool forester came by and took me to the abbey, so they say.
No more scars, Robin. It's too much to lose you twice.
I've never kissed a member of the clergy. Would it be a sin?
They're coming in. Tuck, we'll need your bow!
Right!
- Hasn't there been enough? - I'll meet you back at camp.
- Don't go. - I just want to see who's hunting me.
Come on!
Oaf!
Next time you ride into Sherwood, keep your visor down.
John! Wait.
I hold my office from the King himself.
I never liked your king much.
You're his subject and his servant.
He's not king here. Not in Sherwood.
You're the ruler, are you? Should I bow?
I wouldn't have you in my service, nobleman.
I've known your kind all my life. You're everything I meant to fight.
You're the enemy.
You gobble good red meat, and we get bread and cheese.
The laws can't touch you and there's no crime you can be punished for.
We can shoot a deer and have our eyes put out.
This is my forest.
I'll live here as I like.
You come in again and I'll kill you.
Steady.
Good.
- Was there fighting? - Some.
- You promised you would only look. - Christ!
My father worked an honest day for years. He left behind a pot, a blanket and a spoon.
The sheriff?
No, the oaf.
- You didn't kill him? - No.
I told him it was my forest, it's all I want. I want to live here with you.
What are you looking for?
Some trace of Marian. Or Mother Jennet.
Either one.
Good woman, Jennet.
Years of diligence it took to leave the flesh behind, but she achieved it.
She could look at men and feel nothing.
See? She looks at you.
Touch her hand. Hold it.
Just as well. She wouldn't feel anything.
I think of what I did and it makes no sense.
To want to die from wanting you.
Some other girl it must have been.
Let me hold you.
Robin...
...were there many women on your great Crusade?
- Lots. - Don't tell me.
- As you wish. - How many?
But they all looked like you.
Am I old and ugly?
Am I anything you'd want?
I've felt so little for so long.
Robin...
...hurt me.
Make me cry.
I can't stop smiling.
I don't mind.
Could there be two rooms to our house next time?
And something for a floor?
- All right. - I'd like that.
And a bed with blankets?
And a chest for clothes, and...
Do you hear that?
Jesus Christ almighty! Don't.
You do be Robin Hood, yes?
I'll be damned!
I told them in the market it was you. It's Robin, lads!
I told you so!
"Robin's back in Sherwood," I said. I led them because I knew the way.
They're mostly from farms round about here.
They're here to serve you, Robin, and fight against that king.
Tuck! Give them all food.
So be it, then.
Go fight your sheriffs and your kings.
I love you and you make me proud.
But if there were a way to turn time back just five minutes, I'd give my soul to do it.
- You ladies, there. Where is the King? - In the largest tent, of course.
So, you go to the Pope and you tell him...
...if his archbishop puts one foot in England, I'll cut his head off!
What's next?
John.
- Aren't you ever coming? - Soon.
I clean all over. Want to look?
The court is here.
I don't mind. I think you're pretty.
What in God's name do you want?
- Men, Your Majesty. Two hundred men. - Two hundred...
- What for? - To fight an enemy, my lord.
- What enemy? There are so many. - Robin Hood.
I thought the man was dead.
He's back in Sherwood.
Can't the sheriff manage it? Must I waste my time on a common thief?
My army waits for me in Dover, and I go to France in the morning. God!
These people have made a hero of him. They're flocking to him in hundreds.
He's become a legend.
Have you ever tried to fight a legend?
- Just my brother. - But, sire...
...they mean to rise against you.
Do they?
Be in Dover in the morning. I'll give you what men I can.
And you tell the sheriff, I'll have Robin's head, or I'll have his.
Either way, I'll win.
Are you sure these berries make it green?
Keep your bow arm straight, and pull it back to your chin.
- Like that. - Which arm?
All right. Two! Three!
The King was generous.
He sends a message. He wants Robin's head.
Or mine.
- Follow me. - These troops are under my command.
Not in my county. Follow me!
This way!
- What, here? - This is close enough.
- How many? - Enough.
And they're making camp.
There in the field?
- I'd thought they'd come in after us. - They'll come.
- Will! Tuck! - What's wrong?
The sheriff's out there with an army, 100 soldiers, maybe more, and good ones.
- Where are they? - Making camp, near Kirkly.
They'll be coming in at dawn. I want us in position by tonight.
These pears are absolutely delicious.
Damnedest thing. He's still eating breakfast!
Still?
What's he waiting for? More men?
You'd think he had enough.
What do we do?
We wait and see.
Come along.
Come on.
No, thank you.
Come on, come on!
Now!
Let's go!
Call your men to sword!
It's an attack, my lord.
Call to arms, foot soldiers!
What happened?
- Nothing. - Nothing?
We attacked. No one followed us.
- Are we to fight them in the open? - That seems to be the plan.
We'd be slaughtered. Does he think we're fools?
That's what he's waiting for, I know it.
He's the fool, then.
He can sit out there forever. He can't put a forest under siege.
That's how I see it. He comes in, we've got him.
- We stay here. - The man is mad.
You haven't asked what I think.
I think one madman's enough.
He's out there, Marian. He expects me.
Let him.
The mist is rising.
You look so cold.
It's so beautiful, this place.
The woods just now. Full of noises...
...everything so alive.
I kept thinking...
...of all the death I've seen.
I've hardly lost a battle, and I don't know what I've won.
"The day is ours, Robin," you used to say. And then it was tomorrow.
But where did the day go?
You're so beautiful.
Come and sit by me.
Do you love me?
Say it.
What's the matter?
Nothing.
- You're going, aren't you? - It's a possibility.
You heard John, and Will, and Tuck. They said it was madness.
Well...
Is that all being dead means? "Well..."
I'll have more to say when the time comes.
Let it be God's time. He'll take you soon enough.
Then it's all in his hands.
You think I'm gray and old. Well, I'm not.
Robin, I'd be 20 for you if I could.
I'm all I ever was.
You saw me on the wall.
Yes.
If you come back, there'll be another morning, won't there?
And another.
And each time you'll be less. Not Robin anymore.
- And then one day... - You'll see.
No, I won't see.
Or hear the songs about bold Robin. I'll be gone.
Leave? Why?
Because I'll do everything for you but mourn.
Go fight your sheriff, and may God go with you.
May the sun shine and the day be great.
But, Robin...
...I never want to know.
John.
I'll do anything you say. I'll leave here.
I'll go as if he never found me. Only stop him from this thing.
- What thing? - His march against the sheriff.
- What? - Didn't he tell you?
Fight the sheriff? Don't be mad. It's four-to-one. We'd be slaughtered.
What's he thinking? These are boys we've got. They're farmers.
Tell him! You're the only one. He'll listen.
Me? Say no to Rob?
Just this once.
We've always been together.
I'd be nothing without him.
I want him safe, that's all. I said I'd leave.
What more do you want from me?
I haven't asked for anything.
You never liked me much.
- You're Rob's lady. - Go on, say it.
You're Rob's lady.
lf...
...you'd been mine, I never would have left you.
Damn you!
You've had him with you. You've had years! I'm going to lose him.
- No, you won't. - Oh, John!
Oh, John!
I'll watch over him.
Don't cry.
He'll be back.
We're going out.
Yes, I know.
She told you?
- Yes. - Well?
She asked me not to go.
And you decided what?
It's mad, Rob.
And?
Well...
I told her you'd be lost without me.
This could be the hardest part of the day.
I doubt it.
- Goodbye. - What?
God keep you well.
If he so chooses.
- Come on! - Move yourself...
Move!
All right, you men, put it here. And hold it!
Sit still!
Await your orders.
I knew you'd come.
Of all men, just for you.
I know.
- I want to settle this with champions. - One of your men against mine?
The winner takes the day.
Why should I, Robin?
The odds are four-to-one. Why should I make them even?
I'm one champion.
And I'm the other?
If I lose, my men are yours.
Without me, they won't trouble you. They'll go home again.
And if I lose?
Your soldiers leave the field.
Those are my orders. Are they clear?
I let this rabble go? Just march away?
Those are my orders.
Leave the field!
I promised I'd watch out for you. I promised her.
She's gone, in any case.
- I'll kill him, Rob, if you don't. - No!
What you do is keep my word.
I'll see you, John.
Off you go.
God be with us, Robin.
Go get him, Robin!
As I thought. See?
Go, Lord Sheriff!
Go on.
Come on, Robin.
- Will you not yield? - No!
I'm tired.
Marian!
I couldn't stop him.
For the love of God, Robin!
All right?
We've got to get the men into the woods.
You're a stout lad.
- What's your name? - They call me Little John.
Well met.
Let's see how tall you are.
Robin!
- Look at you. - You came back.
Can you hold him?
We'll take him to the abbey. My medicines are there.
I thought I'd seen the last of you. A woman of your word.
I'm glad you came back.
Up there.
Stand still!
I wonder where the day went?
Vespers it must be.
What kind of abbey is this? No one rings the hours.
Are you in great pain?
A little weary.
I've had worse.
He went down well, the sheriff did. Brave man.
And the better one today.
The years... The years, they whittle at you.
I should give it up, you know.
I doubt I'll have a day like this again. And yet...
John!
- lf they should follow us... - I'll wait outside.
- I did my best. - I know.
This will help the pain.
He's something, John is.
No one's gentler in the world...
...nor half as terrible.
Did you see him?
I should go and tend my men.
Brave boys, all of them.
I meant to...
I like your medicine.
There's no pain at all.
We'll have a time in the forest.
You'll tend me till I'm well again. And then...
...great battles!
We'll have a life to sing about.
My...
...legs are cold.
I know.
They're numb.
I said you would have no pain.
What have you done?
John!
I'm poisoned!
Help me!
No one can help you now.
Jesus, Marian!
Why?
I love you.
More than all you know.
I love you more than children.
More than fields I've planted with my hands.
I love you more than morning prayers...
...or peace...
...or food to eat.
I love you more than sunlight...
...more than flesh or joy...
...or one more day.
I love you...
...more than God.
I'd never have a day like this again, would I?
Well, it's better this way.
Marian.
It's all right.
Rob.
Look at you.
It's all right.
No.
Give me my bow.
Where this falls, John...
...put us close...
...and leave us there.