Robin Hood (1984–1986): Season 2, Episode 6 - The Greatest Enemy - full transcript
The Sheriff is ordered by the King to put a stop to Robin Hood once and for all, or else Robert de Rainault will lose all his power as sheriff. Using threats to set up an ambush at Wickham, and bloodhounds to follow the outlaws desperate attempt to escape back into the depths of Sherwood, it soon evolves into a dramatic life-or-death chase through the forest. In the end, Robin finds himself alone and surrounded by soldiers on an open field, realising that he must make the ultimate sacrifice in order to save his band members and continue to protect the people of England.
An outlaw?
A wolfshead with the seventh sword of Wayland?
- I am sure of it, lady.
I swear by Lord Lucifer himself - it was Albion.
Who is he?
Who is this man
and why do I fear him?
There is no need to fear him lady.
Earl Godwin has him now.
- Yes.
And the sword.
Now Much - think.
Where might they have taken him?
They said Godwin...
- that's it - Earl Godwin.
- Godwin. My father's friend!
- Do they know who Robin is?
- No.
- If they find out they'll hunt us.
- And if we're caught, they'll kill us all.
Or take us to Nottingham.
- Same thing.
I was right
we should never have left Sherwood.
- You still came, though, didn't you?
- Well I had no choice, did I?
- If you've listened to me.
- Listened!
You always know best, don't you?
- I'll thump both of you in a minute.
- What do we do now then?
- We get after Robin.
- Which way!?
- You tell me!
Well the castle's at Gwydion.
The man is here, my lord.
You are one of the armed men
who have been terrorizing the village of Uffcombe?
- No.
- No?
Then I suppose you deny killing this, um...
- He was a miller, my lord.
- Ah yes, a miller. Well..?
- I do deny it.
- I'll put him to the ordeal, my lord.
Not yet.
Let's try again, shall we?
- What is your name?
- Robin of Sherwood.
He told me he was called...
Who is your master?
Sherwood is five days' march from here
so what were you doing in Uffcombe?
- Defending it.
- Were you now?
Well that's original, at least.
Defending it against whom?
- The Hounds of Lucifer.
It seems you've brought me a madman.
- Ask the people...
- Be silent!
D'you expect me to believe
you and your companions tracked across England
to defend a village against devils?
This sword. Where did you get it?
- Answer me!
- I can't tell you.
Surely you can do better than that?
I can't believe that such an inventive brain
could fail to explain away a mere weapon.
- The sword is mine by right.
- By right, eh?
Right of conquest? Inheritance? Or theft... ?
- It was entrusted to me.
- Who by?
- You wouldn't believe me.
- No, I don't suppose I would.
You see, I've dealt with
villains like you before.
They're never content with ordinary lies
ordinary lies would make them ordinary villains.
And they're so stuffed with conceit they believe
themselves beyond ordinary justice.
And that, they delude themselves, gives them
the right to commit any crime they please.
The miller took his own life
after I'd discovered he led the Hounds of Lucifer!
- Back to the devils, eh?
- Not devils. Men wearing masks!
Pretending to be devils?
I see.
And why should the miller kill himself?
Because he feared the power of the Lady
who'd forced them all to sign pacts with the devil.
- Your imagination seems boundless.
- I'll have him whipped, my lord.
Who was it?
Who made them sign these pacts with the devil?
Come, speak.
Morgwyn of Ravenscar...
You filthy villain!
You have surpassed yourself.
Suppose I tell you that it was the abbess who
asked me for help against you and your ruffians?
One of the most holy
and venerated women in the kingdom.
I was right...
you're either mad or possessed.
Get him out of my sight!
- My lord...
- Silence!
I beg for mercy.
Not for me but for the protection of the sword.
She will send for it, my lord!
He's a wolfshead,
- I'm sure of it. Captain!
- My lord?
Send a messenger to Nottingham.
If he's wanted there that dreadful little man
de Rainault, the sheriff, can deal with him.
As for the others, hunt them down.
- Who's that?
- An abbess.
Most likely the Most Reverend Lady of Ravenscar
if her banner's anything to go by.
What's she doing at Gwydion?
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
We're honoured indeed, Reverend Lady.
Had I known earlier you were coming...
Perhaps it is better that you didn't, my lord.
A simple greeting is always preferable.
- Oh indeed it is.
Too much fawning and posturing these days
all this new-fangled chivalry.
I'm old-fashioned, I'm glad to say.
- In that, my lord, I will dispense with courtesies
and come directly to the reason for my visit.
My steward tells me your men failed to
capture all the ruffians that had been at Uffcombe.
- One was captured, Reverend Lady.
- So I gather.
- I have him safe.
- And the sword?
He had a sword, I understand.
- A sword of great quality.
- Yes, he did.
May I see it, my lord?
Forgive me, Reverend Lady.
But why should you concern yourself with a sword?
It is the reason for my visit, my lord.
Verdelet thinks it may be the sword
of Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury,
a Crusader who was martyred
in the Holy Land.
Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury?
- I don't recall...
- The first crusade.
After his capture, he was tortured.
He refused to renounce Christ
and accept the heathen faith.
When the Saracen armies
were driven back
Sir Geoffrey's torn body was recovered.
His family bequeathed a chapel
to him at Ravenscar so that masses could be
said for the repose of his soul.
His sword was placed
on the altar of the chapel,
where it stayed as
a holy relic until it was stolen.
It seems possible that the villain you have
in your custody could be the thief.
May the Saints be praised!
It is indeed the sword...
of Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury.
...Robin of Sherwood's wild tale of Hounds
of Lucifer and pacts with the devil.
- The poor wretch must have lost his reason.
- Either that or he's possessed.
He crowned his story by laying the blame
for all this magic and devilry on you.
- On me, my lord?
- Unbelievable, isn't it?
Quite unbelievable, my lord.
Such an evil tongue
needs tearing out!
- My lord?
- Yes?
The lady Marion of Leaford is here, my lord.
- Sir Richard's child?
- Attended only by a monk.
Well bring her to me.
Marion of Leaford!
Her father fought
with me in Palestine.
Brave as a lion.
When I think of all those fine
soldiers who died on that campaign...
We wore leather jerkins;
now soldiers case themselves in iron
from head to foot and call it chivalry!
The Lady Marion of Leaford, my lord.
- My lord...
- You were just a child when I first came to Leaford.
- Yes, my lord.
- Little Marion...
You climbed so high to pick
that apple for me... do you remember?
- Yes I do.
- I was so frightened you would fall.
I tore the hem of my dress
and my nurse was very angry with me.
Yesterday. It seems like yesterday.
My Lords Worcester and Salisbury.
The Lady Abbess of Ravenscar.
- What brings you to Gwydion?
- To beg for mercy.
Mercy?
- For Robin of Sherwood.
- Robin of Sherwood?
Yes, my lord.
Because I am Marion of Sherwood, his wife.
His wife?
- But the man's a wolfshead.
- No...
He fights to defend the weak and the helpless.
- No, Marion.
- Poor child.
Poor child...
- Believe me, Reverend Lady...
I shall pray for you, Marion.
That your eyes be opened!
You talk as though I don't know him!
I beg you, my lord, let me see him.
I beg you!
The captain will take you.
One moment, my lady.
May the Saints restore her to God's mercy.
And now my lord I must beg leave
to begin my journey back to Ravenscar.
He is my husband.
- Where are the others?
- Watching the castle.
- There's an Abbess, Morgwyn of Ravenscar...
- She's here!
- At Gwydion?
- Yes.
Then she's come for the sword - for Albion!
That's enough.
She means to use
its power for evil.
You've got to stop her.
- Yes...
I said that's enough!
- Tell the others.
- Yes.
Enough!
Let go of me!
- The abbess?!
- Yes.
Come on - move.
I wonder if she got
what she came for?
By the look on her face
I'd say she has.
- Where is she?
- She's gone.
Tell them they've got to stop her.
Go on!
My lord,
now that the Lady Marion is safely arrived,
my task in bringing her to Gwydion is over.
I commend her to your care and protection,
my lord.
How easy it is for the young
to fall into temptation.
Alas, even my own sister...
- What happened to her, friar?
Ah... she made a fortune.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
- Be careful.
- Get the sword.
Amen.
Thank you.
Tuck...
Come on, you fat lump. Come on. Come on!
- The Lord Lucifer led us to Albion.
- Praise his name!
You will send messengers
from Ravenscar tonight - to summon the Cauldron.
It is time...
- My lady.
The Seven Swords of Wayland.
The long quest is over!
Nobody moves!
- Let me pass.
- Not yet.
- This is an outrage.
- If you like.
You scum.
- His is most holy Abbess of Ravenscar.
- That's not what we've heard.
- We've heard different.
- I'll see you're all punished for this.
And we'll see you in hell.
Give us the sword!
Give me the sword.
Give me the sword...
Orias...
Proud lord. Light-bearer. Lucifer!
They that would shatter the bolts that hold back
the Evil One must first take Albion from you.
- The seven swords of Wayland.
The long quest is over.
Now you dogs.
You will bark for me!
Once you leave Gwydion
you forfeit my protection.
You're a good man, my lord.
I'll try and heed your counsel.
Sleep well.
We'll talk again tomorrow.
- Good night.
Thank you - I can manage.
Good night.
Proud Lord!
Light-bearer!
- Lucifer!
- Lucifer!
Star of the morning!
Receive the Seventh Sword!
Albion,
charged with the powers of light and darkness.
Son of the dawn, we call on thee! Lucifer!
Lucifer!
- Another go?
- You're too good for me,
damn near cleaned me out.
- What do you mean "cleaned you out"?
I'm giving you a chance to win it back.
You go.
Anything?
No - nothing.
- Place is haunted,
- Don't start that again.
- Come on - don't you want revenge?
- One more game then, and that's it.
- You first then.
Reckon I've won.
You've lost.
- It's clear.
- Horses.
Fire! Fire!
Aaaargh!
Shoot over their heads.
Tell someone to stop that infernal noise.
What is it?
It's Little John, Robin.
- It's Little John!
- Marion - no!
Little John!
Marion!
Nasir!
Down there.
D'you see them?
Listen!
Quick!
We'll get you, Robin i'the Hood!
You won't escape us!
- They're all around us.
- Did you see their eyes?
- It's witchcraft.
- Why are they hunting us?
Morgwyn -
she's made them her slaves.
We can see everything you do!
- John's seen them.
- They won't get past me.
Show yourself!
I taught him better than that...
I've heard them!
- They're running away!
- Scarlet! They're escaping!
- They're behind us.
- I think we're through.
Don't even breath.
Who am I, Will?
Who am I?
Scathlock!
- That's not my name!
It was.
Why did you change it?
Why am I Robin i'the Hood?
Don't move.
Why can't you remember?
Why?
Why Will?!
Why?
Robin!
Oh Much...
Alive,
Will!
She said alive!
Mad! He's mad!
Let him pass!
Look!
- He's dead!
Robin...
- Robin!
Let go of me!
Drowned?
I can't deny my disappointment.
- But if they're lying?
No, Verdelet - that isn't possible.
Is it?
You should have stayed in Sherwood.
But then, how long would it
have taken me to find Albion?
The true lord of this world, Marion,
is Lucifer.
You must believe me.
His power is everywhere
in all of us!
You've served your purpose.
Besanna!
By heaven you'll pay for his death!
By heaven, you'll pay!
No - not by heaven.
Morax...
Solas...
Orias...
Albion...
Elidor...
Beleth....
Flaurus.
On each of them are words of high magic,
unspoken since they were made.
Wayland knew the danger;
oh yes, he knew
that's why he scattered them.
And for hundreds of years they remained apart.
Two of them were buried,
others lost in battle,
and some so cunningly hidden
that no one had knowledge of them.
Except the Cauldron of Lucifer!
They knew...
The search took many years,
many lives!
Why?
Why do you need them?
Can't you guess?
There.
That's all right boy
I won't harm you.
I only play at being cracked, see
to frighten them off.
Don't like people.
They can be so cruel.
- Where were they taking you?
- Ravenscar Abbey.
God!
You're lucky to be alive, boy!
It's a funny thing, luck.
Look at me!
Never had any!
Used to be an archer!
A good one.
Till I had a taste for the King's venison.
Unlucky, see.
She's Welsh, like me.
A longbow...
takes some pulling,
I tell you. Well it did.
- Why do you still keep it?
- Because I'm a fool.
And don't go after venison...
Lord...
Herne...
Master...
John...
I could make you worship him,
but you must come to him willingly.
Bound by a solemn pact,
you shall serve the Lord Lucifer for ever.
Power and riches will be yours.
Every desire, every wish fulfilled.
Come to him.
- Never!
For the last time. The lady will save your lives
if you will serve the Lord Lucifer.
- Ha! And become one of your Hounds?!
- Tell her she can go to Hell!
She expects to.
Summon the Cauldron.
Welcome, my lords.
... and he said all the kingdoms of the world
I will give to thee
if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
and he was cast down into the earth
and named Satan by his enemies.
How thou art fallen,
O Lucifer, son of the morning.
Be still. Be still...
"...and thou shalt be exalted above
the stars of God."
- Who is your lord?
- Lucifer!
- Who is Lucifer?
- Creator and ruler of the world.
- What must we do?
- Prepare for his coming.
Lucifer...
O great Lucifer,
lord of all rebellious spirits.
I invoke thee by thy many names
by Asmodeus, Creator of Judgement.
Asmodeus!
- What will they do?
- Kill us...
- Aye - sacrifice us to Lucifer.
- All of us?
The more powerful the spell,
the more blood they'll need.
By Diabolus the Devil,
who kills both body and soul.
Diabolus!
And by Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.
Beelzebub!
Claim thy world!
Come to us!
She's summoning him!
She's bringing Lucifer into the world!
The sun is turning to blood!
Verdelet!
The sacrifice!
Come to us!
We are thine!
Lower the cage.
Venite! Venite! Lucifer! Surgat! Diabolus!
Surgat! Surgat!
Agla! Agla! Agla!
Eye of the world!
Spirit of spirits!
God of gods!
Destroyer!
Come to us!
Come to us!
Come to us!
He that is bound shall be free!
And he that rules shall be overthrown!
He that is bound shall be free!
And he that rules shall be overthrown!
Come on Robin... quickly!
Robin!
Lucifer!
Surgat! Diabolus! Surgat!
Eye of the world!
Spirit of spirits!
God of gods!
Destroyer! Come to us! Come to us! Come to us!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
YOU!
Back!
Pick up the swords!
Nasir!
Nasir! Nasir!
Swords!
I feared him! Why?
Why did I fear him?
He was dead. Dead!
But he still came to Ravenscar!
He still came!
Nothing we make is good or
evil until we use it.
The power in Wayland's swords was blind -
there lay the danger.
And Albion?
Albion is in good hands.
We'd like to stay in Uffcombe all summer!
No but Sherwood's our home,
sheriff may have missed us.
Well Gareth didn't die in vain
he'll be remembered. They all will.
And so will you.
A wolfshead with the seventh sword of Wayland?
- I am sure of it, lady.
I swear by Lord Lucifer himself - it was Albion.
Who is he?
Who is this man
and why do I fear him?
There is no need to fear him lady.
Earl Godwin has him now.
- Yes.
And the sword.
Now Much - think.
Where might they have taken him?
They said Godwin...
- that's it - Earl Godwin.
- Godwin. My father's friend!
- Do they know who Robin is?
- No.
- If they find out they'll hunt us.
- And if we're caught, they'll kill us all.
Or take us to Nottingham.
- Same thing.
I was right
we should never have left Sherwood.
- You still came, though, didn't you?
- Well I had no choice, did I?
- If you've listened to me.
- Listened!
You always know best, don't you?
- I'll thump both of you in a minute.
- What do we do now then?
- We get after Robin.
- Which way!?
- You tell me!
Well the castle's at Gwydion.
The man is here, my lord.
You are one of the armed men
who have been terrorizing the village of Uffcombe?
- No.
- No?
Then I suppose you deny killing this, um...
- He was a miller, my lord.
- Ah yes, a miller. Well..?
- I do deny it.
- I'll put him to the ordeal, my lord.
Not yet.
Let's try again, shall we?
- What is your name?
- Robin of Sherwood.
He told me he was called...
Who is your master?
Sherwood is five days' march from here
so what were you doing in Uffcombe?
- Defending it.
- Were you now?
Well that's original, at least.
Defending it against whom?
- The Hounds of Lucifer.
It seems you've brought me a madman.
- Ask the people...
- Be silent!
D'you expect me to believe
you and your companions tracked across England
to defend a village against devils?
This sword. Where did you get it?
- Answer me!
- I can't tell you.
Surely you can do better than that?
I can't believe that such an inventive brain
could fail to explain away a mere weapon.
- The sword is mine by right.
- By right, eh?
Right of conquest? Inheritance? Or theft... ?
- It was entrusted to me.
- Who by?
- You wouldn't believe me.
- No, I don't suppose I would.
You see, I've dealt with
villains like you before.
They're never content with ordinary lies
ordinary lies would make them ordinary villains.
And they're so stuffed with conceit they believe
themselves beyond ordinary justice.
And that, they delude themselves, gives them
the right to commit any crime they please.
The miller took his own life
after I'd discovered he led the Hounds of Lucifer!
- Back to the devils, eh?
- Not devils. Men wearing masks!
Pretending to be devils?
I see.
And why should the miller kill himself?
Because he feared the power of the Lady
who'd forced them all to sign pacts with the devil.
- Your imagination seems boundless.
- I'll have him whipped, my lord.
Who was it?
Who made them sign these pacts with the devil?
Come, speak.
Morgwyn of Ravenscar...
You filthy villain!
You have surpassed yourself.
Suppose I tell you that it was the abbess who
asked me for help against you and your ruffians?
One of the most holy
and venerated women in the kingdom.
I was right...
you're either mad or possessed.
Get him out of my sight!
- My lord...
- Silence!
I beg for mercy.
Not for me but for the protection of the sword.
She will send for it, my lord!
He's a wolfshead,
- I'm sure of it. Captain!
- My lord?
Send a messenger to Nottingham.
If he's wanted there that dreadful little man
de Rainault, the sheriff, can deal with him.
As for the others, hunt them down.
- Who's that?
- An abbess.
Most likely the Most Reverend Lady of Ravenscar
if her banner's anything to go by.
What's she doing at Gwydion?
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
We're honoured indeed, Reverend Lady.
Had I known earlier you were coming...
Perhaps it is better that you didn't, my lord.
A simple greeting is always preferable.
- Oh indeed it is.
Too much fawning and posturing these days
all this new-fangled chivalry.
I'm old-fashioned, I'm glad to say.
- In that, my lord, I will dispense with courtesies
and come directly to the reason for my visit.
My steward tells me your men failed to
capture all the ruffians that had been at Uffcombe.
- One was captured, Reverend Lady.
- So I gather.
- I have him safe.
- And the sword?
He had a sword, I understand.
- A sword of great quality.
- Yes, he did.
May I see it, my lord?
Forgive me, Reverend Lady.
But why should you concern yourself with a sword?
It is the reason for my visit, my lord.
Verdelet thinks it may be the sword
of Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury,
a Crusader who was martyred
in the Holy Land.
Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury?
- I don't recall...
- The first crusade.
After his capture, he was tortured.
He refused to renounce Christ
and accept the heathen faith.
When the Saracen armies
were driven back
Sir Geoffrey's torn body was recovered.
His family bequeathed a chapel
to him at Ravenscar so that masses could be
said for the repose of his soul.
His sword was placed
on the altar of the chapel,
where it stayed as
a holy relic until it was stolen.
It seems possible that the villain you have
in your custody could be the thief.
May the Saints be praised!
It is indeed the sword...
of Sir Geoffrey of Aconbury.
...Robin of Sherwood's wild tale of Hounds
of Lucifer and pacts with the devil.
- The poor wretch must have lost his reason.
- Either that or he's possessed.
He crowned his story by laying the blame
for all this magic and devilry on you.
- On me, my lord?
- Unbelievable, isn't it?
Quite unbelievable, my lord.
Such an evil tongue
needs tearing out!
- My lord?
- Yes?
The lady Marion of Leaford is here, my lord.
- Sir Richard's child?
- Attended only by a monk.
Well bring her to me.
Marion of Leaford!
Her father fought
with me in Palestine.
Brave as a lion.
When I think of all those fine
soldiers who died on that campaign...
We wore leather jerkins;
now soldiers case themselves in iron
from head to foot and call it chivalry!
The Lady Marion of Leaford, my lord.
- My lord...
- You were just a child when I first came to Leaford.
- Yes, my lord.
- Little Marion...
You climbed so high to pick
that apple for me... do you remember?
- Yes I do.
- I was so frightened you would fall.
I tore the hem of my dress
and my nurse was very angry with me.
Yesterday. It seems like yesterday.
My Lords Worcester and Salisbury.
The Lady Abbess of Ravenscar.
- What brings you to Gwydion?
- To beg for mercy.
Mercy?
- For Robin of Sherwood.
- Robin of Sherwood?
Yes, my lord.
Because I am Marion of Sherwood, his wife.
His wife?
- But the man's a wolfshead.
- No...
He fights to defend the weak and the helpless.
- No, Marion.
- Poor child.
Poor child...
- Believe me, Reverend Lady...
I shall pray for you, Marion.
That your eyes be opened!
You talk as though I don't know him!
I beg you, my lord, let me see him.
I beg you!
The captain will take you.
One moment, my lady.
May the Saints restore her to God's mercy.
And now my lord I must beg leave
to begin my journey back to Ravenscar.
He is my husband.
- Where are the others?
- Watching the castle.
- There's an Abbess, Morgwyn of Ravenscar...
- She's here!
- At Gwydion?
- Yes.
Then she's come for the sword - for Albion!
That's enough.
She means to use
its power for evil.
You've got to stop her.
- Yes...
I said that's enough!
- Tell the others.
- Yes.
Enough!
Let go of me!
- The abbess?!
- Yes.
Come on - move.
I wonder if she got
what she came for?
By the look on her face
I'd say she has.
- Where is she?
- She's gone.
Tell them they've got to stop her.
Go on!
My lord,
now that the Lady Marion is safely arrived,
my task in bringing her to Gwydion is over.
I commend her to your care and protection,
my lord.
How easy it is for the young
to fall into temptation.
Alas, even my own sister...
- What happened to her, friar?
Ah... she made a fortune.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti.
- Be careful.
- Get the sword.
Amen.
Thank you.
Tuck...
Come on, you fat lump. Come on. Come on!
- The Lord Lucifer led us to Albion.
- Praise his name!
You will send messengers
from Ravenscar tonight - to summon the Cauldron.
It is time...
- My lady.
The Seven Swords of Wayland.
The long quest is over!
Nobody moves!
- Let me pass.
- Not yet.
- This is an outrage.
- If you like.
You scum.
- His is most holy Abbess of Ravenscar.
- That's not what we've heard.
- We've heard different.
- I'll see you're all punished for this.
And we'll see you in hell.
Give us the sword!
Give me the sword.
Give me the sword...
Orias...
Proud lord. Light-bearer. Lucifer!
They that would shatter the bolts that hold back
the Evil One must first take Albion from you.
- The seven swords of Wayland.
The long quest is over.
Now you dogs.
You will bark for me!
Once you leave Gwydion
you forfeit my protection.
You're a good man, my lord.
I'll try and heed your counsel.
Sleep well.
We'll talk again tomorrow.
- Good night.
Thank you - I can manage.
Good night.
Proud Lord!
Light-bearer!
- Lucifer!
- Lucifer!
Star of the morning!
Receive the Seventh Sword!
Albion,
charged with the powers of light and darkness.
Son of the dawn, we call on thee! Lucifer!
Lucifer!
- Another go?
- You're too good for me,
damn near cleaned me out.
- What do you mean "cleaned you out"?
I'm giving you a chance to win it back.
You go.
Anything?
No - nothing.
- Place is haunted,
- Don't start that again.
- Come on - don't you want revenge?
- One more game then, and that's it.
- You first then.
Reckon I've won.
You've lost.
- It's clear.
- Horses.
Fire! Fire!
Aaaargh!
Shoot over their heads.
Tell someone to stop that infernal noise.
What is it?
It's Little John, Robin.
- It's Little John!
- Marion - no!
Little John!
Marion!
Nasir!
Down there.
D'you see them?
Listen!
Quick!
We'll get you, Robin i'the Hood!
You won't escape us!
- They're all around us.
- Did you see their eyes?
- It's witchcraft.
- Why are they hunting us?
Morgwyn -
she's made them her slaves.
We can see everything you do!
- John's seen them.
- They won't get past me.
Show yourself!
I taught him better than that...
I've heard them!
- They're running away!
- Scarlet! They're escaping!
- They're behind us.
- I think we're through.
Don't even breath.
Who am I, Will?
Who am I?
Scathlock!
- That's not my name!
It was.
Why did you change it?
Why am I Robin i'the Hood?
Don't move.
Why can't you remember?
Why?
Why Will?!
Why?
Robin!
Oh Much...
Alive,
Will!
She said alive!
Mad! He's mad!
Let him pass!
Look!
- He's dead!
Robin...
- Robin!
Let go of me!
Drowned?
I can't deny my disappointment.
- But if they're lying?
No, Verdelet - that isn't possible.
Is it?
You should have stayed in Sherwood.
But then, how long would it
have taken me to find Albion?
The true lord of this world, Marion,
is Lucifer.
You must believe me.
His power is everywhere
in all of us!
You've served your purpose.
Besanna!
By heaven you'll pay for his death!
By heaven, you'll pay!
No - not by heaven.
Morax...
Solas...
Orias...
Albion...
Elidor...
Beleth....
Flaurus.
On each of them are words of high magic,
unspoken since they were made.
Wayland knew the danger;
oh yes, he knew
that's why he scattered them.
And for hundreds of years they remained apart.
Two of them were buried,
others lost in battle,
and some so cunningly hidden
that no one had knowledge of them.
Except the Cauldron of Lucifer!
They knew...
The search took many years,
many lives!
Why?
Why do you need them?
Can't you guess?
There.
That's all right boy
I won't harm you.
I only play at being cracked, see
to frighten them off.
Don't like people.
They can be so cruel.
- Where were they taking you?
- Ravenscar Abbey.
God!
You're lucky to be alive, boy!
It's a funny thing, luck.
Look at me!
Never had any!
Used to be an archer!
A good one.
Till I had a taste for the King's venison.
Unlucky, see.
She's Welsh, like me.
A longbow...
takes some pulling,
I tell you. Well it did.
- Why do you still keep it?
- Because I'm a fool.
And don't go after venison...
Lord...
Herne...
Master...
John...
I could make you worship him,
but you must come to him willingly.
Bound by a solemn pact,
you shall serve the Lord Lucifer for ever.
Power and riches will be yours.
Every desire, every wish fulfilled.
Come to him.
- Never!
For the last time. The lady will save your lives
if you will serve the Lord Lucifer.
- Ha! And become one of your Hounds?!
- Tell her she can go to Hell!
She expects to.
Summon the Cauldron.
Welcome, my lords.
... and he said all the kingdoms of the world
I will give to thee
if thou wilt fall down and worship me.
and he was cast down into the earth
and named Satan by his enemies.
How thou art fallen,
O Lucifer, son of the morning.
Be still. Be still...
"...and thou shalt be exalted above
the stars of God."
- Who is your lord?
- Lucifer!
- Who is Lucifer?
- Creator and ruler of the world.
- What must we do?
- Prepare for his coming.
Lucifer...
O great Lucifer,
lord of all rebellious spirits.
I invoke thee by thy many names
by Asmodeus, Creator of Judgement.
Asmodeus!
- What will they do?
- Kill us...
- Aye - sacrifice us to Lucifer.
- All of us?
The more powerful the spell,
the more blood they'll need.
By Diabolus the Devil,
who kills both body and soul.
Diabolus!
And by Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies.
Beelzebub!
Claim thy world!
Come to us!
She's summoning him!
She's bringing Lucifer into the world!
The sun is turning to blood!
Verdelet!
The sacrifice!
Come to us!
We are thine!
Lower the cage.
Venite! Venite! Lucifer! Surgat! Diabolus!
Surgat! Surgat!
Agla! Agla! Agla!
Eye of the world!
Spirit of spirits!
God of gods!
Destroyer!
Come to us!
Come to us!
Come to us!
He that is bound shall be free!
And he that rules shall be overthrown!
He that is bound shall be free!
And he that rules shall be overthrown!
Come on Robin... quickly!
Robin!
Lucifer!
Surgat! Diabolus! Surgat!
Eye of the world!
Spirit of spirits!
God of gods!
Destroyer! Come to us! Come to us! Come to us!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
Lucifer! Lucifer! Lucifer!
YOU!
Back!
Pick up the swords!
Nasir!
Nasir! Nasir!
Swords!
I feared him! Why?
Why did I fear him?
He was dead. Dead!
But he still came to Ravenscar!
He still came!
Nothing we make is good or
evil until we use it.
The power in Wayland's swords was blind -
there lay the danger.
And Albion?
Albion is in good hands.
We'd like to stay in Uffcombe all summer!
No but Sherwood's our home,
sheriff may have missed us.
Well Gareth didn't die in vain
he'll be remembered. They all will.
And so will you.