:48:02
His wound will mend.
:48:07
You love him.
:48:10
Why, I told you,
I hardly know him, milady.
:48:19
How shall I know how he fares?
:48:21
I will send word to you
by his squire, milady.
:48:26
I will await it.
:48:40
- Well?
- He is in good hands, milord.
:48:42
- His wounds, are they slight or heavy?
- Heavy, milord.
:48:45
They'll carry him to Sheffield.
He will be tended there.
:48:48
We'll go to Sheffield till he's out of danger.
See he never hears of it...
:48:52
...or he'll think I've softened into dotage.
Hundebert! The horses!
:48:56
Roast your liver.
:49:36
To the confusion and confounding
of that cursed death's-head knight.
:49:41
- Why couldn't you fools kill him on the field?
- Because he was no fool.
:49:45
How can a Norman hold the throne
of England...
:49:47
...when his knights go down like chaff...
:49:50
...beneath an unknown
Saxon mountebank?
:49:52
Neither a mountebank nor yet unknown.
:49:54
I rode against that knight at Acre,
in the war.
:49:57
Then tell us who he is.
:49:59
The favored henchman of your brother
Richard, my liege. Wilfred of lvanhoe.