: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.
:07:01
Aye, Rowena. 'Tis the same Cedric.
:07:04
He loves us not, but we would
sleep safe beneath his roof.
:07:07
- You know the way?
- Well enough to lead.
:07:09
Then lead us, but one false step
and you'll sing a different song.
:07:13
I have a song to fit every occasion.
:07:15
- He means he'll lop your head off, minstrel.
- Yes, sire, I knew what he meant.
:07:35
- Now, Locksley, while they're in range.
- Peace, hothead. Would you slay lvanhoe?
:07:40
- Ivanhoe died in the Holy Land.
- The troubadour is lvanhoe.
:07:43
He takes those Normans to his father's.
:07:45
Ivanhoe defied his father when he went
to the war. Cedric cast him off.
:07:49
He would never go back,
unless he's turned traitor to the Saxons.
:07:53
Put down your bows.
:07:54
I'll know why he takes those Normans
to his father before I'll believe ill...
:07:59
...of Sir lvanhoe or Cedric.
And so shall you, you rattle-pate.