Ivanhoe

You're about to see a story of bold knights and beautiful maidens.

A story of love and hatred and prejudice.

Though our story is old,

the love, the hatred and the prejudice are ever new.

Holy God of Abraham, spare me.

Silence if you value your life.

Holy Father, I beg you.

Silence.

Follow me.

This way.

You see? They've been lying in wait for you.

Where is he? Where is this Jew?

Well? He's gone, sire.

Gone? Disappeared.

Imbecile. You let him get away.

They're Normans.

Saxons or Normans, what does it matter to me?

Do I rejoice because the brave Normans cross the Channel

and defeat the brave Saxons? What's the difference?

They both treat us like dogs. You call them brave knights?

I call them thieves.

A rich merchant, I fear, is fair game.

No matter. You saved my life and I am forever in your debt.

If you keep to this road any longer, sir, no one can help you.

I shall be lost otherwise.

I know this country. Where are you bound?

To Ashby. The great tournament.

Why, then we could travel together.

Ah!

May I ask who you are that I may thank for my deliverance?

Merely a poor pilgrim returning from the Holy Land.

Ah.

Come, to waste anymore time here would be dangerous.

There. There lies Ashby.

Uh-huh.

The blessings of Jacob be upon you, pilgrim.

How am I going to repay you?

I want nothing. You shall have a horse

and armor for the tournament.

But how did you know that I...

I've seen it at once.

Beneath your robe, the chain mail of a knight and the golden spurs.

You shall have everything you need.

Then I must warn you, sir, that both horse and armor

may be lost in the jousting.

Ah, that's impossible.

Your lance, good youth, will be as powerful as the rod of Moses.

My little bucklehead.

Norman dogs.

Careful, master. Hmm?

They say Prince John has ten thousand ears.

Well, let him hear me then. I'll say it to his face.

Who is that?

That's Cedric of Rotherwood, a Saxon lord.

I meant the lady.

Oh, that's his ward, the Lady Rowena,

from the royal line of Alfred the Great.

She is beautiful.

If a Saxon can be called beautiful.

The challengers, Reginald Front-de-Boeuf!

Maurice de Bracy!

Brian Guilbert!

Listen to the crowd.

Prince John is well accepted here today.

He would do well to take over the throne now

before King Richard gets back from the Holy Land.

Richard dies the moment he returns.

Fitzurse.

Yes, Your Grace?

Are we ready to begin?

There is still the choosing of a queen for the tournament, sire.

Hmm.

If it would please Your Highness, my daughter, perhaps?

No, it might appear unseemly to announce your daughter

before the tournament has yet begun.

Let the gallant knight who conquers the field here today make the choice.

These three noble challengers will undertake all comers.

Each challenger may be selected by touching his shield with a lance.

If the shield is touched with the reverse end of the lance,

then sharp points will not be used.

But if the sharp tip of the lance touches the shield,

then the combat is understood to be with sharp weapons.

If any knight should break the lance

of all three challengers here before me,

then Prince John will declare that knight

the victor in this day's combat.

The Prince wants the victor to choose the Queen.

Prince John has declared

the victor will have the honor of choosing our Queen of Love and Beauty.

Normans. All three, Normans.

Is there a Saxon to meet them?

Tomorrow. I fight tomorrow.

Are you looking for someone?

Your Highness, no sharp points will be used. Hmm?

How disappointing.

Go on.

Is there no one here? No one to stop them?

Tomorrow.

Who is he?

Look again, master. Hmm?

Perhaps you should ask, who was he?

A Saxon?

Without question.

Have we no better than this?

We have, my lord. His name is Ivanhoe.

Your son, master.

I have no son.

You may have disowned him, but he's still your flesh and blood

and worthy of his Saxon name.

He is worthy of scorn and nothing else.

Oh, what a disgrace. Oh, what a pity.

My son ran off and left the city.

Next! Who is next?

Your Grace, there are none left now who will meet the challengers.

Is it possible? Will they let these Norman invaders take the day?

The very honor of England is at stake.

Surely, you...

How annoying that we should finish so early. So quickly. And yet...

And yet how comforting to know that

the three strongest knights on this field

are loyal only to you, Your Majesty.

It's him. It's him. The pilgrim.

Ah! Desdichado.

The Disinherited Knight. Welcome.

You have your choice.

However, the outcome will remain the same.

I am disappointed.

Would that I trade places with you, Front.

Never. This one is mine.

A Saxon. I'll wager he's a Saxon.

May I hope that you will now give me the opportunity?

What a shame, Brian.

Now you'll never get your chance.

Who is he? Find out who he is.

Have you confessed yourself this morning that you peril your life so frankly?

The sharp end. They will use the points.

Prepare yourself then.

Look your last upon the sun.

Hold! You are allowed the lance only.

You are not allowed the sword.

You, Disinherited Knight.

We proclaim you the champion of this day's tournament.

We shall meet again tomorrow when there are none to part us.

Brave knight, we commend your valor.

And we award you this valiant steed to match your courage.

You call yourself the Disinherited One?

By what other name shall we know you?

As a stranger in our land, you may require assistance in your choice of a queen.

Let us say to you that the fair Alicia

is considered the first in beauty as in place.

Would you present your lance?

You may now indicate your choice.

Largesse.

Largesse to the gallant knight.

Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty.

Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty.

Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty.

Long live the Queen of Love and Beauty.

You can't just waste your whole life in bitterness, Father.

Bitterness? You speak of bitterness?

What would you have me be?

Our lord and master, Prince John,

demands twice the contribution I gave him last month.

Contribution.

It's a ransom.

But surely King Richard will return to England and resume his throne.

What difference does that make to us, Richard or John?

In this wicked country we shall always be persecuted.

No. All Christians are not the same.

Think of the gallant knight who fought today.