There's a price on your head.

How much?

One hundred gold pieces.

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

For a thousand, I would turn you in myself. Nottingham is mounting an army. He has every blacksmith in the county hold up in the castle making swords and armour.

What is he planning?

I don't know. There's no limit to the man's ambitions. Go!

Thank you.

Quickly, go! Robin, do something for me.

What?

Take a bath.

Take a bath?
[Marian nods]