John Watson

I've seen knights in armor panic at the first hint of battle. And I've seen the lowliest, unarmed squire pull a spear from his own body, to defend a dying horse. Nobility is not a birthright. It's defined by one's actions.

Is that all? I shall have to annoy the good Sheriff more. Soon it will be a thousand.

You're King Richard's cousin. You can give word to him of Nottingham's plans. He would believe you.

Milady, a woman of your beauty has no need for such... decorations.

And you. You travel ten thousand miles to save my life and leave me to be butchered.

Which does not include prayer time, meal time, or any time I'm outnumbered six to one.

Wait a minute. Is that why you were to be executed? Because of a woman?

You painted old hound, who was she? The mullah's daughter? Another man's wife? What's her name?

I don't know. All I know is that our last words in this world were spoken in anger. I was lost after my mother died. My father too, and for a short time he found comfort in the arms of another woman, a peasant woman. I thought he was betraying my mother's memory.

For the love of a twelve-year-old boy who would never forgive him.

He called the Crusades a foolish quest. He said it was vanity to force our religion upon other men.

Marian, I've returned to my home to find it destroyed, and my father murdered! And the only clues to why are in the ramblings of an old blind man.

Please allow that years of war and imprisonment may change a man.

My father was no devil worshiper. And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise. But he's right. I was a rich man's son. When I killed the sheriff's men, I became an outlaw like you.

You were to use this information to get close to me and then kill me, isn't that right, Will? What are your intentions?

Did I wrong you in another life, Will Scarlett? Where does this intolerable hatred for me come from?