Prince John conducts his game of chance by putting Arthur's life at stake.
But Robin wins against the odds and takes the lad to France.
Your Highness, where are you going?
I'm going for a walk.
Your Highness can walk on the ramparts.
I wish to leave this prison for one hour.
Prison?
Don't pretend you don't know I'm a prisoner here.
Your Highness is sadly mistaken.
Your uncle Prince John loves you dearly.
The White Tower is the most suitable palace for the heir to the throne of England.
A palace is a prison if you're not allowed to leave it.
It is not safe for you to walk abroad today.
There have been riots in the city.
The people are in a dangerous mood.
Why won't you let me see my mother?
But I will.
I've come to tell you that your mother, Constance Duchess of Brittany, is here.
Then send her to me at once.
Your Highness.
Her Highness, the Duchess of Brittany.
Mother!
My darling, I have good news for you.
Thank you, Sir Walter.
Come.
Mother, what is your news?
The good people of London have been rioting.
They're angry with your Uncle John for daring to keep the heir to the throne locked in the
tower.
Then they love me?
They love you and I love you.
I think your uncle is frightened.
And that is why he's allowed me to come and see you.
He will not dare to keep you here any longer.
Then I can go home and we'll be together again.
His Royal Highness, Prince John.
Your Highness.
My good cousin Constance.
My dear nephew, Arthur.
We have not seen enough of you of late.
Come.
Let me have a look at you.
Oh, the boy's looking a little pale.
You should take better care of him, Madam.
I have not had the opportunity, Your Highness.
I'm taking a little journey out into the country.
The spring air will do him good.
He shall come with me.
It's very kind of you, Uncle John.
But if you'll forgive me, I'd rather go home with my mother.
What a sweet child.
Thinks more of his mother than of his own pleasure.
But I shall not be denied, the boy shall have his holiday.
We shall go hunting, Arthur.
Visit the castles of the great barons of England.
But, Your Highness.
Not another word, Madam.
You shall not spoil our sport.
We might even pay a visit to Nottingham.
What do you think of that, eh, Arthur?
There.
That's better now.
Thank you, Lady Marian.
Well, I must be off.
Tell Robin I'll see him later.
Marian!
Oh, I'm glad you're here.
I was just going over to Fitzwalter Hall to warn you.
Warn me about what?
You're going to receive a most distinguished visitor later on today.
The Sheriff of Nottingham?
No.
Prince John himself.
You're not serious.
I was stalking a herd of deer when I suddenly saw a hunting party.
Well, I stayed undercover to see who they were.
And who do you think was at their head?
The heir to the throne of England, young Prince Arthur and his Uncle John.
They passed within ten feet of me.
Why do you think they're coming to see me?
There's no other home fit to receive them this side of Nottingham.
And they won't reach Nottingham before dark.
Then the rumors that John has locked his nephew in the castle are untrue.
True or not, John still wants to usurp the throne.
The boy's in danger.
They wouldn't dare harm him in my house.
Perhaps not.
But I think you'd best hurry home and be on your guard for Arthur.
I will.
Goodbye, Robin.
I'll send your word.
I'llない be long.
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I commend your magnificent food, Lady Marion.
You do me honor, your highness.
My lords, ladies and gentlemen, I give you a toast.
To the Lady Marion.
To the Lady Marion.
Gentlemen, I've heard it rumored abroad that I have designs upon my brother Richard's throne.
Such doubts cast upon my loyalty are lies, wicked lies.
I give you the help of a gentleman who can shoot a straight arrow, who is fearless in the saddle,
and who will one day make England the king she has so long richly deserved,
His Royal Highness Prince Arthur of Brittany.
Prince Arthur of Brittany.
The Sheriff of Nottingham.
Approach, Master Sheriff.
Your Highness, Lady Marion.
Now, my lady, if you'll excuse us, we would have words in private with Master Sheriff.
I carry a heavy burden for you, dear Prince.
The burden of state.
You have enemies who must be watched, or you will never wear the golden crown of England.
Give me some music.
Come, Sheriff.
Your Highness.
May we sit and talk, Lady Marion? For I am no dancer.
What?
Living in court, no dancer?
Yes, Your Highness. I do not live at court.
But you live in London.
In the Tower.
In the Tower.
The Prince is a noble young man.
A remarkably healthy boy.
A fine, strong man.
Yes.
I believe, my Lord Sheriff, that the outlaw Robin Hood is still at large.
I assure you, my liege, that everything possible is being done.
I'm sure you'll rid us of him very soon.
The fact remains that at the moment he's a menace to travelers.
Even to those of royal blood.
Your Highness is as safe in this shire as anywhere else in England.
And, uh, Prince Arthur?
Prince Arthur?
Yes.
I'm delighted to see the boy smiling again.
And yet danger is always present for those in high places, eh, Sheriff?
What sort of danger, my Lord?
If a band of men disguised as Robin Hood's outlaws were to waylay and rob the Prince...
There might be a regrettable accident.
And a new heir to the throne.
And all England would think Robin Hood guilty.
But Robin Hood would interfere with such a plan.
What if a message were to leak out that the tax collector, his coppers bursting with gold...
Was passing down Watling Road at dawn tomorrow?
That would draw Robin Hood and his men many miles from Sherwood Forest.
Then come, my friend. Why do we linger here?
Let us to journey to Nottingham tonight.
Leave the young prince to follow in the morning.
I hope that no harm will befall him in the forest.
Lady Marion, I thank you for your kind hospitality.
Your Highness must leave already?
Yes, we ride for Nottingham tonight.
But the boy may stay.
You've been overtaxing your strength of late.
Have a good night's sleep and travel in the morning.
I shall leave you an escort.
Captain!
You will remain until morning and accompany his Royal Highness.
See that no harm comes to him on the pedal of your life.
May angels watch over you until we meet again.
Sweet Prince.
Lady Marion.
Good evening, Friar.
My son.
I have news for Robin.
Not here, I'm in charge.
I heard word in Nottingham this morning that the tax collector was leaving for London.
Well, I knew certain gentlemen that would be interested in that.
So round I go and hide myself opposite the old skinflint's yard.
Presently four men at arms arrive on horseback.
Then out rides Mr. Tax Collector with a wagon behind.
And off they all go for London by the South Gate.
Probably be miles away by now.
Aye, they won't dawdle with all that gold aboard.
They'll likely sleep at Elkeston.
And leave before dawn.
If we go now, we can lay for them and bear her down.
Get your weapons, men.
Friar Tuck, will you stay here and break the news to Robin?
Oh, gladly, but don't you think that you should wait?
Robin may not like this plan.
He'll like it all right.
If we don't go now, we'll never get to bear her down before dawn.
Come on.
Hmm.
What are you doing spying on my camp?
I wasn't spying.
You shot at me and I had to defend myself.
What are you doing here in the forest?
I was unjustly accused of murder.
I'm an outlaw.
How long have you been in Sherwood?
Lost all count of time.
A week, perhaps.
What have you been living on all that time?
I had to forage for my food.
Let me see your hands.
Turn them over.
You're no outlaw.
You haven't been living in the forest.
You've come straight from Nottingham.
You're a spy.
Prince John leaves the comfort of your home to ride at night to Nottingham,
leaving Arthur to follow in the morning.
Meanwhile, my men are led away by a trick.
Oh, it smells like an ambush on the road to me.
Very unfortunate for Arthur, very convenient for John.
Then I'd better try and stop Arthur traveling in the morning.
Yes, keep him at Fitzwalter Hall if you possibly can.
I'll ride with you and wait in the cops by the gate.
When my men arrive, we'll take him safely to Nottingham.
Right, Hossain.
Prior Tuck, you go to Barrowdown and tell the men to join me immediately at Fitzwalter Hall.
I... I...
Be as quick as you can. The prince's life may depend on it.
Lazy fellow, that tax collector.
Should have been here over half an hour ago.
Look who comes here.
That Tuck.
In a bad way, too.
Father, what is it?
John, the tax collector, the trick.
Go to the woods by Fitzwalter Hall at once.
Robin is waiting for you.
Come on!
Oh.
Can't you see the boy is overtired?
I'm sorry, Lady Marion, but I have my orders.
But he isn't fit to travel.
If the boy is ill, we had better hurry to Nottingham.
For there are surgeons there.
Pardon me, Your Highness.
We must leave at once.
Captain!
I shall ride with you.
Ann!
Who are you that dare attack the air?
We're the Outlaws of Sherwood.
You're lying.
We know nothing about heirs to thrones.
Your purse is in treasure.
That's all we want.
Off those horses.
Come on, come on.
Hand over.
We'll keep the horses too.
That path will lead you out of the forest.
Don't you want your freedom?
What, and turn our backs on your bowmen?
This boy is your future king.
Don't you attempt to lay hands on him.
You misjudge me, my lady.
Please go, I beg you.
Very well then.
Find their hands.
Tie them to those saplings.
Take aim.
Drop your weapons.
After them, Delwin, you!
Well done, Uncle John.
Your Highness.
That's a brave lad.
Are you all right, my lady?
Thank you, Edwin Hood.
Your Highness.
I now, you are heir to the throne of England.
This is great news, Master Sheriff.
I shall see that you are richly rewarded.
There's a rough fellow outside demanding audience, my lord.
He says his name is Cedric.
I'll see him.
He's the leader of my outlaws.
He brings us the sad news of your nephew's death.
All right.
Well?
My lord.
I failed you.
Failed?
How?
Before we could dispatch your orders,
we were attacked by Robin Hood and his band.
He killed all my men.
Only I escaped.
The boy?
He's with Robin Hood.
This fellow knows too much.
My lord, spare me and I swear I will never reveal the work of this day.
Swear on your sword.
Treachery!
Guard!
He draws his sword against our royal person.
Cut him down.
Your highness is safe.
There are now no witnesses to this day's proceedings.
Yes.
There is one.
Master Sheriff.
Arthur and I will seek refuge in Brittany, Robin.
But someday we shall return and then perhaps I can show our true gratitude.
Arthur will make a good English king.
That's thanks enough.
But how can we be sure that her grace and the lad will get to Brittany in safety?
Prince John won't give up so easily, you know.
The answer to that, my little friend, is that I'm going to escort them.
Oh, you are, are you?
And who's going to see to it that you don't get into trouble yourself?
Yes, I thought you might worry about that.
So I'm taking Friar Tuck with me as chaperone.
Oh, I shall get seasick. I shall be of use to anybody.
You realize, of course, that French cooking is the finest in Christendom.
Shouldn't we be on our way? We've a long trip ahead of us.
Little John, you're in charge while I'm gone.
Goodbye, Robin.
Take care of yourself, my dear.
Your Highness, my lady.
Goodbye, Your Highness.
And Godspeed to you.
Safe journey.
Godspeed, Your Highness.
Goodbye, Robin.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men.
Feared by the bad, loved by the good.
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood.