1:22:02
Hold your arrows! The maid's with him!
1:22:30
So Torquilstone is lost,
and you are our only prisoner, infidel.
1:22:34
Your pardon, my liege. My prisoner.
1:22:36
- Our prisoner.
- But, my liege...
1:22:38
Return to your keep until my plans are made
and I send for you again.
1:22:43
- What of my prisoner?
- She will remain within these walls.
1:22:46
- My liege...
- You have our leave to go hence.
1:23:00
Your defeat at Torquilstone can still be
twisted to advantage, Your Highness.
1:23:05
With the castle burned,
the good Boeuf dead...
1:23:07
...and lvanhoe running loose,
gathering that infernal ransom...
1:23:11
...with both hands?
- And the maid Rebecca in your hands.
1:23:15
A sorceress, taught by a witch
who was burnt at the stake.
1:23:20
- And you believe that nonsense?
- No, but your people shall.
1:23:24
I think you have the spade with which
to bury Richard at last.
1:23:48
Who needs more wealth
for Richard's ransom?
1:23:51
We're the new rich, milord.
1:23:52
We bank for the Normans
and lend to the Saxons.
1:23:55
From a Norman who has
no further use for it.
1:23:58
He plays a harp instead.