you must wait.  i am sorry you were disturbed, master.
you cannot go alone, master. let me ride for help.
master, stay! there is an evil moon tonight.
master robin, is it you? a miracle. i thought god had abandoned us.
they say they captured him worshipping with the druids. he signed a confession before the bishop of hereford.
just one. kenneth of cowfall. the bishop decreed all the locksley lands forfeit.
not even when they took my eyes.
guy of gisborne. with the sheriff looking on. robin holds the old retainer to his chest. stares into the night in silent rage.
he loved you till the end, young master. he never gave up hope of your return.
you must leave, head north to safety. gisborne will surely seek revenge.
i know what you're thinking. but one man can achieve nothing against so many. you would need an army.
he still stands vigil?
a curse on the saracens! were it not for their ungodly ways, he would never have left. this would never have happened.
i do not recognize the style of your voice, friend. are you irish? a cornishman?
what manner of name is aslan then?
lord, no! he chokes in shock. spitting bread.
sherwood is haunted, master.
banshees. they say they fly in your mouth and suck you dry of blood before you can scream. he wraps his scarf over his mouth.
i recognized some of the voices. many were from your father's farms.
i hear the voice of a spoiled child, master robin. i suggest you cease your brave talk of revenge and flee to the north.
your father would expect you to act like a man. cut to:
sunday, i believe.
they do. these days the need for mercy is greater than ever.
and you have given him the means.
hah! i have endured more hardship in my lifetime than any man here. robin laughs and speaks to marian in a stage whisper.
i am sorry, my lady. there were too many. she stares at the invaders with studied calm.