John: And what about our young Saxon cockerel here?
John: What’s the matter? Have you no stomach for honest meat?
Robin: For honest meat, yes. But I’ve no stomach for traitors.
John: You call me traitor?
Robin: You? Yes.
Robin: And every man here who offers you allegiance.
Robin: What else do you call a man who takes advantage of the King’s misfortune to seize his power?
Robin: And now, with the help of this sweet band of cut-throats you’ll try to grind a Ransom for him out of every helpless Saxon. A ransom that will be used, not to release Richard… but to buy your way to the throne.
John’s lackey: Let me ram those words down his throat, Your Highness!!
John: Oh no, later… let him spout for the moment
John: And…… what do you propose to do?
Robin: I’ll organise a revolt. Exact a death for a death. And I’ll never rest until every Saxon in this Shire can stand up Free Men and strike a blow for Richard and England.
John: Have you finished??
Robin: I’m only just beginning. From this night on I use every means in my power to fight you!!!
NFSE! J xx