:18:09
Up you go, quick.
:18:12
Tell Crippen
the arrow-maker and his friends...
:18:14
...to pass the word to every man
who's been beaten or tortured:
:18:17
The Gallows Oaks
in Sherwood tomorrow.
:18:19
- Yes, master.
- Off you go, and good luck.
:18:42
Have it proclaimed in every village
that this Saxon Locksley's an outlaw.
:18:45
Hang anybody
that gives him shelter or aid.
:18:48
Yes, Your Highness.
:18:49
His possessions are forfeit to the crown.
Seize his castle and his lands.
:18:53
Everything he owns.
:18:55
And just to let the people know
how the wind has changed...
:18:59
...the sooner you begin collecting the...
- The ransom, Your Highness?
:19:04
Yes, yes, of course.
The ransom.
:19:12
There's a death sentence
for your Robin of Locksley!
:19:19
I'll have him dangling in a week.
:19:27
- I'm tired.
- What?
:19:29
After a refreshing sleep
in the greenwood?
:19:31
I've pulled seven acorns out of my ribs.
:19:33
- Lovely fresh air.
- My teeth ache with chattering.
:19:36
- Nightingales singing.
- An owl hooting in my ear all night.
:19:40
Hooting?
He was singing you to sleep.
:19:54
There's a lusty infant. He'd be
a good one to reason into joining us.
:19:58
By the look of him, his
quarterstaff does his reasoning for him.