Robin Hood

Previously on "Robin Hood."

Burn the fields!

My daughter's blood is on that arrow.

Bring me Robin Hood or share his fate.

Once Prince John was here.

He'll be sure to meet you one day.

I'd do anything for you, Rob.

-The King's health. -The King's health.

I see a town where Saxon criminals

thrive under your leniency.

This is a Writ of Aid detailing

the threat posed by Robin Hood.

Each of you will pledge your loyalty by signature.

I cannot lend my name to a cause I do not trust.

If I hope to stay

in your care, I may require another injury.

The way the feathers have been cut,

only one man ever did that. Hugh of Locksley.

What Eleanor needs in Nottingham.

-A spy. -The true aim is

an audience with Robin Hood.

I want you to escalate your rebellion.

Locksley was there.

It's because of him that your brother's dead.

Are you saying that Robert of Locksley

is Robin Hood?

Marian.

What's wrong?

Say it isn't true.

It is you.

Marian, they hunted us like dogs.

Who?!

Your father and his men.

Marian.

Aronne was a horrible accident.

-An accident? -Yes.

Like robbing the Bishop.

Like almost killing Priscilla.

Like all of it!

It was all an accident!

I didn't mean for any of this to happen, Marian!

Doesn't matter what you meant!

What a fool I was to give you my heart.

To love you.

I never want to see you again.

Not ever.

I bid you farewell...

Robin Hood.

Another day.

Acres more of forest cleared,

and yet no sign of Robin Hood or his band.

What do you expect?

He's a forester's son.

He walks through those trees

like a man walking through the halls of his own home.

There are rumors in the villages

that he has taken his gold and fled,

even left England.

No.

He's still in Sherwood.

How can you be certain, My Lord?

Because I hung his father.

This fight is personal to him.

It is about his home.

His family.

It is about me.

He will not run, Gerold.

Not until he sees me standing across from him.

Uncle.

Come inside.

We can speak more freely in there.

Why did you ask to meet, Uncle?

Last week, the Sheriff summoned myself and the other elders.

He's out for your blood.

And I his.

Boy...

do you really believe that's a fight you can win?

He's a Norman sheriff appointed by the King... a warrior.

Commander of a garrison that controls

-the whole of the Midlands. -I've evaded him so far.

You can't forever, you know that.

Go to France.

-You want me to run? -I want you to live.

If that means you have to run, then run while you still can.

Go and start a new life.

A new life?

As what, Uncle?

-As who? -As anyone you want to be.

As anything other than what you've become.

My sister educated you.

Taught you French.

Showed you how to conduct yourself among the Normans.

Go start a new life.

No.

Why? What holds you here?

It's the girl.

Isn't it?

It's Marian.

This has nothing to do with Marian.

She and I are no more.

You look like a wounded fawn.

With a broken heart, no less.

No, Your Majesty.

You are many things, Marian.

But a liar is not one of them.

There'll be others.

I only wanted him.

And yet you stand.

What passed between you?

He lied to me.

About who he is.

Then was the man you love ever real?

Your Majesty, may I walk from here?

Walk?

If you like.

Marian.

You mourn.

And then you move on.

That's the way of things.

You're a rare one.

It's not often I meet a man who can keep pace with me.

Well, meeting your standards is a pleasure all its own.

From Rhone.

Excellent vintage.

They say a man's choice in wine reveals his taste.

But I've always believed his company says more.

I tend to agree.

How did you come to serve the Queen?

I met Eleanor through a moment of need.

Where others saw only a woman cornered...

-Hm. -...I saw a lioness.

I offered my help, and she accepted.

And what exactly do you do for her?

My place is to perceive things

others overlook.

I cut through deception

and recognize people for who they truly are.

It's useful to a Queen.

Mm.

And when you look at me, Marshal,

what do you see?

I see a woman who lives without apology.

Who pursues what she wants.

One who refuses to be tamed.

Flattery will get you everywhere.

You lost, little bird?

Maybe you need help finding your way.

Aah!

Aah! Aaah!

If you insist on death, I'd be honored to oblige.

On your way now.

My lady.

I apologize for my lateness.

On the contrary.

I believe you arrived just in time.

The outskirts of the city are full of scoundrels.

You'd do well not to travel alone.

I...

was on my way to Westminster.

Westminster. You must be a lady of standing then.

May I escort you from here?

Yes.

You may.

Mother!

I come bearing gifts.

My Lord... I did not know.

Because I did not say.

John.

You traveled alone? A prince?

The carriages are so slow and dull.

Simply no adventure to them.

Well...

right, I do see you found some adventure after all.

I look forward to getting to know you

while I'm here at my mother's court.

As you wish, My Lord.

Good as new.

Where'd you learn to do this?

My uncle was a cobbler.

Tried to make me one, too,

but I had a bad habit of running.

-From what? -Responsibility.

Could you teach me?

There are many things I could teach you, my Lady.

Oh, I'm... I'm no lady.

What you are is plain to see.

Regardless of whether you work to hide it or not.

The other women wear dresses. You never do.

Why?

Ever since I was small, I've had to watch after my brothers.

A dress would've only made that harder.

Not any longer.

We're safe here.

I'll make you a dress, if you like.

-Oh, I... -I expect Rob would notice.

What does that mean?

I see the way your eyes follow him.

So?

Okay.

Much has changed since we last rode to war, but not your aim.