:05:46
"Certain Norman knights."
:05:53
These glades go on forever.
:05:55
I hope we find shelter before nightfall,
Bois-Guilbert.
:05:59
What do you fear, De Bracy,
Saxon hobgoblins?
:06:01
No, a Saxon arrow
in the small of my back.
:06:04
I wager there's a cutthroat
behind every tree trunk.
:06:07
Aye. And soon,
they'll be hanging from them.
:06:10
Unless we are.
:06:19
God save you, knight.
:06:20
And God save you. We ride
to Ashby. Which crossroad do we take?
:06:24
The right will take you to Ashby.
:06:26
- Shall we get there by nightfall?
- By nightfall tomorrow.
:06:29
Tomorrow? Can you show us the way
to a roof for the night?
:06:33
I know of a roof nearby,
but perhaps you would scorn it.
:06:36
Why? Is it humble?
:06:38
No, sire. It is Saxon.
:06:40
I'd sooner bivouac by the road.
:06:42
- 'Tis a fine night.
- To be butchered in one's sleep.
:06:45
- Would you sooner walk into a Saxon trap?
- What is this house you speak of?
:06:49
Rotherwood, the keep of Cedric the Saxon.
:06:53
I believe I know this Cedric the Saxon.
:06:56
Has he a ward, a woman of great beauty?
:06:58
The Saxon princess, Lady Rowena,
is his ward.