The Death of Robin Hood

Do you have any food?

I'm very hungry.

Let down your hair.

You do not pass for a boy.

Let down your hair.

I'm not afraid.

Travelers spoke in these hills of the hero Robin Hood.

He protected the weak.

Nobody protects the weak.

And he was no hero.

He observed thrice a day and gave silver the poor.

And he had the love of Lady Marian.

Is that not a hero?

Lady Marian was taken from an old Shephard’s tale

by a story teller unfortunately drunker than I am.

She was the great love of Robin Hood.

There is no great love for one such as him.

I know who met this man...

Would you like a little secret?

I would.

He never prayed once in his life.

These tales spread across the land, lies upon lies.

He was a murderous brigand.

Who perhaps cut the throat of a sheriff and a long line of others.

People saw meaning where there was none.

He was not a hero.

He robbed and killed for the joy of it. Nothing more.

Those who you met,

Did they say he felt remorse for his crimes?

I suspect he felt tired.

I would say that if you meet this villain Robin Hood,

you should make haste away and keep whatever life you have left here.

Who is your kin?

William Wainwright, of Pickering.

Pickering?

Father?

Grandfather?

You should have bathed. Or waited for the wind to change.

Or kept your weight on your back foot.

That's all... you did wrong.

They sing lies.

These foolish common folk.

Lies of his heroism and goodness.

But blood debts are owed.

And generations of his victims haunt him.

For, in truth,

none was more wicked and wanted

than the murderous bandit Robin Hood.

And his Little John.

Speak to Thomas.

He was hanged in the South.

Will?

They gutted him.

I have no one else to ask.

What happened?

My name is Edward.

Who was Edward?

Met him on the road ten summers ago.

His brother died,

and he was going to grow ryes, and peas on his brother's land.

No one knew Edward's face.

So I killed him.

Now I am Edward.

And Margaret is a good wife.

It's a good farm.

What happened?

A family on the land found me out.

He took my farm, he took my Margaret.

He tried to take my life.

I cannot take back alone what's mine.

It's not yours.

It's my family.

I'm tired, John.

Edward.

I'm tired, Edward.

It will be an mighty battle.

One for the stories.

-They are strong. -Aye.

They come from an old family.

They say they are from Viking blood.

There is a story that once their elder father fought a bear.

It will be a mighty battle, Robin.

How many are there?

Four... five.

Together, we can best them.

We will likely die.

Robin.

Robin.

Fred.

This is a good adventure.

Good adventure.

Do you remember when we met the potter

did we leave him naked or did we kill him?

When I tried to tell the story

someone said we left him naked.

I couldn't remember.

You always told it well, Robin.

Why would we leave him naked?

I don't know.

We were just...

-We never met a Potter. -What do you mean, we've never met him?

I mean, that never happened. It's just a story you heard somewhere.

But even if we did meet a potter, we killed him.

I would have remembered if it were a story.

Yeah.

Tell me about your wife.

Margaret.

She is a good woman.

She's very good woman.

She teaches me prayers for us.

Paint a portrait.

Paint a portrait?

Paint a portrait.

She has hair that's... red.

Red... like?

Red like fresh blood.

No, no.

Something that's red and that's good. Like a...

Like the setting sun.

Like the setting summer sun.

Margaret's a good wife,

with a hair that is red like the setting summer sun,

she cares for me,

and I care for her.

Robin.

The open runs past the mountains...

many places to begin again.

I do not aim to begin again.

I aim for a right death.

Go! Hendri!

No, Hendri! Run!

Run! No...

-Hendri! -Come on!

Hendri, get the others!

Edward!

-Edward. -My love!

Watch over Little Margaret.

You are safe.

You are safe, daughter.

Let us prey.

O Lord

Our God.

Grant us the grace to desire thee with our whole hearts,

Come on now, pray.

And in finding thee, we may love thee .

And in loving thee

we may hate those sins from which thou has redeemed us.

For the sake of Jesus Christ. Amen.

Amen.

Good.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

It was that when I woke.

It was that when I woke.

Cousin.

It was that when I woke.

Sorry!

We cry to the O'Lord.

Do thou have mercy upon us...

and grant us forgiveness.

O King of heaven and Everlasting Lord,

receive our prayers which we pour forth

And grant forgiveness.

Sick, bring forth the captive.

Help the widow and the orphan.

And grant forgiveness.

We have sinned and departed from thee

Will thou, Redeemer of all, save us...

and grant forgiveness.

Have mercy on the penitents.

And wash away the stains of sin.

And grant forgiveness.

Amen.

Godwyn!

Please...

Margaret? Margaret!

No! No!

John! No!

Little John!

Twenty winters ago...

you murdered my cousin, Walter of Hathersage.

You have now murdered my son, and my grand son.

As weregild,

I will accept your life, and the life of your daughter.

No! No!

Robin?

I've heard stories of a priory hidden away.

There's a Prioress there who's older than anyone remembers.

She has a healing magic.

I'll take you to her.

She'll get you well again.

I've heard incredible stories.

Robin. We must leave.

They will be hunting us.

Look at the snow.

It's strange for it to fall this late.

But it will stand the ground.

The Lord has his back.

A man brought you here.

He sealed your wounds with fire, and he didn't do a poor job.