Ivanhoe

I know who you are... Lord... lvanhoe.

You stood beside Richard on the walls of Ascalon as he trampled my banner underfoot.

Archduke Leopold was insulted.

Let me tell him where to find the Lionheart and all this will end.

No.

Why come to Vienna?

Does Richard meet with someone?

Where is he to be found?

He will not be harmed.

The King of England is too valuable a prize.

You, on the other hand...

Where is Richard?

Come on! Come on! Come on!

Hey! Where's that dog?

Hey! Hey! Get back!

- One, two, three... - Can we go home now?

- One, two... - Gurth!

- What's wrong? - One's gone missing.

Lord Cedric will break my back.

We'd better go look for it, then.

Oh, I'll go and look, shall I?

I have to look after them! You know nothing about pigs!

And if you could keep that dog of yours here, doing his job half right,

I wouldn't have to know anything about pigs, would I?

Oh!

Pigs!

I don't know where he's got to.

Fang! Fang!

Maybe a wolf's got him.

One more.

Argh! Kill it!

I'll have that one yet!

- They've been hunting here for years. - Well, they've had their turn, haven't they!

We all have new masters now.

A gift from God, Sir Brian.

The soft rains of England to welcome you from the... parched hell of Palestine.

It's a pity King Richard's not here to share it.

- I'm sure it rains in Austria. - Oh, yes, my Lord.

But not within a prison cell.

England is a very different place since you were last here, Sir Brian,

but they do say Prince John exerts himself tirelessly to raise his brother's ransom.

I'm sure they do.

It's a sad condition for a country to be so long without her king.

But we bear with fortitude, do we not, Monsignor?

Aye, we do, Sir Brian, we do.

- Whoa! - What?

Hog! Aha!

We shall feast on Saxon swine tonight, Sir Brian!

Kill it! Kill it!

Normans!

Look what they've done to him. Look what they've done to my dog!

- What would they want to go and do that for? - Because they can.

We weren't hunting or nothing.

What did he do to deserve that?

We'll make camp in an hour.

For my own comfort I care nothing, of course, but the dignity of my office...

...would prefer a feather bed and a cup of wine. - Pampered priest!

Especially when there are houses nearby who will gladly offer shelter.

- Gladly, Prior Aymer? - They will do it all the same.

- No! - Rowena!

- You've always known you were to marry him. - I've always known it's what you wanted!

A father has a right to ordain a marriage of his child.

You are not my father.

Have I not raised you?

- Have I not loved you as my own? - No.

And well for it.

Your own child you cast out for his crime of loving me.

Your own child has his honour as a knight mocked in every alehouse

and ne'er a word said against it from you!

- Ivanhoe... - Ivanhoe is dead!

I will not speak his name again.

By the gods, Rowena, I have loved you!

I never thought to see you turn against me.

And I have loved thee, sir.

I never thought you would force me to this marriage.

Athelstane is a good, kind man.

An honourable and worthy man.

Aye. As was your son, my Lord.

Whatever they say in the alehouse!

Rowena!

Rowena!

You will not talk to me like that in my house!

Well, then let me stay in this house and you will never hear less than gentle words from me!

Marry me to Athelstane for his name if you must,

but let me live chastely here!

A son is needed.

- No. - Enough!

You will marry Athelstane!

And you will sit at my table tonight!

See to your work!

Pig!

- Pig! - Here, pig, pig!

Benedicite. God's blessing on you.

Knowest thou of safe harbourage in the vicinity where a good man for love of Mother Church

may offer hospitality to two of her humblest... servants?

Eh?

Yes, now it's one fool talking to another. Ha-ha!

I can understand what he says, Gurth.

Oh. Aye.

Well, if you weren't the humblest servants of Mother Church,

I'd say follow this road for 10 miles,

you'll come to the priory at Brinksby, where they live rich and soft.

But as you are the humblest servants,

the poor hermitage of Reith is two miles that way.

Does not Cedric of Rotherwood live close by?

Yes, he does. But a man of God in a Saxon household?

- Can you tell me the way? - Yes, I can.

Then pray do so.

Oh, right.

Half a mile down this road, you'll come to a fork with a large oak in the centre of it.

Take the north road for half a mile, then turn west.

You'll come to a stone cross at the centre of a crossroads.

You want the east road then,

and follow the brook till you come to the edge of the forest. It stands before you.

- Ah. Pax vobiscum. - Aye.

You've sent them to Sheffield not Rotherwood.

Right. Normans.

He won't thank you.

There's so many feasting Lady Rowena, we'll be lucky if there's owt left for us.

- Ah, Cedric! - Lord Athelstane.

Welcome to Rotherwood, and my family.

You do me honour, Cedric.

They've travelled from Ellingtham to Egburg to witness this marriage.

Did the Earl of Thurnscoe travel with you?

Thurnscoe's hunting in the borders.

- Did you mean me to bring him? - I meant all the great Saxon lords to be here.

Ah, well, we will have revelry enough without him!

Wine for Lord Athelstane.

And to the sins of pride, anger and disobedience I also must confess.

- Disobedience to whom? - My guardian.

- In what matter? - In the matter of my betrothal.

- Is your betrothed a wicked man? - No, Father.

- Then is he a Norman? - He's a worthy and honourable Saxon.

- Does your guardian love you? - He does.

Then what urges this sin of disobedience?

You have come to church to confess, my daughter!

It is urged by my remembrance of another.

All flesh must pass away.

And with it must pass desire of the flesh.

Only honour, virtue and the love of God abide.

Return and be guided by your guardian's wisdom.

Yes, Father.

The happiest day of my life.

The two great Saxon households of Rotherwood and Coningsburgh united at last.

Mm...

I've waited for this moment.

If the Norman tyrant only knew the Saxon strength forged in this hall tonight,

he'd quake, Athelstane. He'd tremble.

Well, any delay was none of my choosing, Cedric.

If it weren't for my father's pledge, I'd have taken a wife years ago.

Where is the Lady Rowena?

In her apartments.

Skinny little thing, last time I saw her.

She has grown into the very image of a virtuous Saxon maiden,

and gently brought up.

Rowena!

Rowena!

She looks all wet.

Oh, she's soaked to the bone!

My Lord.

Please forgive me.

Ah, the cross!

Not before time. That fool lied to us.

It won't be long now we know our whereabouts.

You'll like Rotherwood, Sir Brian.

Lord Cedric keeps a fine table

and his ward, Rowena, is fabled for her beauty.

- Whoa! - Blessings of Jesus Christ be upon you.

What do you want, pilgrim?

To travel with you as far as the Abbey of Our Lady at Sheffield.

- It is a dangerousjourney for a single... - We ride to Rotherwood!

But you are on the Sheffield road.

The abbey is free with its hospitality. They won't make you welcome at Rotherwood.

- You know the place? - As all do.

My Lord!

I've had my fill of Saxon lies.

If you know Rotherwood, you'll lead us there yourself.

Or else you'll go to Our Lady in person!

Fear not, pilgrim. They will make us welcome.

That's enough. Go! Shoo!

- I can't do it, Elgitha. - You can and you must, my love.

- But why? - Because that's just the way it is.

Oh, I must give myself to that... that ox whenever he wants me?

You'll get used to it.

And after the first child, well,

once a month will suit him fine, you'll see.

And if the first child is a boy, you'll be able to bolt your door in no time at all.

- But I can't! - Listen to me.

You've had one true love, and that's more than most.

- Now young lvanhoe's dead... - It's a lie, isn't it?

The terrible things they say of him. He wouldn't have.

Well, I can't see it myself,

- but you can never tell what folk'll do when... - When what?

It's a wicked world, my love.

And you still have the rest of your life to live in it.

So take my advice and do it with a good grace.

Now, is it the black dress?

Open the gates!

Gurth, Wamba, is that you?

Open up!