Episode 2x01 "Sisterhood"
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queenofmayThere's going to be a display in the courtyard near the market place.
She heard two guards talking about it while walking the corridor between her rooms and the chapel. (She hadn't felt the need to pray. No, the urge for space was simply that great. The need to move, to walk, to figure out her situation beyond being locked into one room where she would be under her father scrutiny and warning.) When another set of guards came out leading children toward the square she followed them-- until she found find herself behind crossed pole arms when she'd tried to walk out and stand in the crowd to watch.
Not even orders about staying in Nottingham since their arrest last night, but orders about not leaving the Castle proper.
The Sheriff swaggered in the crowd talking about the women tied to the stake in the center of the square. A guard has taken pity on the children for stealing bread, and let their mother take their punishment. He claimed they had to loose a hand. The mother whined and sobbed from her position while the children were locked down at the wrist, and the Sherriff read.
"I, Vasey, Sheriff of Nottingham here pronounce sentence of little tiny Billy and little Tiny Jane blah-de-blah-de-blah-chop off their hands!"
The mother screamed and Marian watched, lip pursed, her whole body flooding with relief when the children's manacles were suddenly shot free by two arrows. The Sheriff antagonized him, and Robin shot the executioners axe away, and then the ropes binding the mother. He screamed for them to run, but she screamed they couldn't. Marian watched with growing confusion, as she called out those words, whispering, "No, Robin. Don't go down."
She couldn't figure how, but something....something was wrong.
He scaled down a house, hitting guards out of his way, tossing a knife to the mother telling her to pick the locks.
She caught it, but didn't move.
Then Guy yelled, "Now!"
Marian's blood ran cold, fists clenching at her side as she stepped closer to the crossed pole arms, only to be pressed back.
Guards in peasants robes came out of everywhere at him, surrounding him in only seconds. She half-shook her head, unable to feel surprised, unable to turn away, unable to give any reaction she actually felt. Robin's sword fell with a clatter before Guy and the mother. Who wasn't a mother, but an actress wearing a skin mask and a wig; both removed to betray strikingly pale skin and long curling blonde hair.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she stood there the whole time they did.
Until the guards had to move her when Robin was walked into the castle in chains.
She heard two guards talking about it while walking the corridor between her rooms and the chapel. (She hadn't felt the need to pray. No, the urge for space was simply that great. The need to move, to walk, to figure out her situation beyond being locked into one room where she would be under her father scrutiny and warning.) When another set of guards came out leading children toward the square she followed them-- until she found find herself behind crossed pole arms when she'd tried to walk out and stand in the crowd to watch.
Not even orders about staying in Nottingham since their arrest last night, but orders about not leaving the Castle proper.
The Sheriff swaggered in the crowd talking about the women tied to the stake in the center of the square. A guard has taken pity on the children for stealing bread, and let their mother take their punishment. He claimed they had to loose a hand. The mother whined and sobbed from her position while the children were locked down at the wrist, and the Sherriff read.
"I, Vasey, Sheriff of Nottingham here pronounce sentence of little tiny Billy and little Tiny Jane blah-de-blah-de-blah-chop off their hands!"
The mother screamed and Marian watched, lip pursed, her whole body flooding with relief when the children's manacles were suddenly shot free by two arrows. The Sheriff antagonized him, and Robin shot the executioners axe away, and then the ropes binding the mother. He screamed for them to run, but she screamed they couldn't. Marian watched with growing confusion, as she called out those words, whispering, "No, Robin. Don't go down."
She couldn't figure how, but something....something was wrong.
He scaled down a house, hitting guards out of his way, tossing a knife to the mother telling her to pick the locks.
She caught it, but didn't move.
Then Guy yelled, "Now!"
Marian's blood ran cold, fists clenching at her side as she stepped closer to the crossed pole arms, only to be pressed back.
Guards in peasants robes came out of everywhere at him, surrounding him in only seconds. She half-shook her head, unable to feel surprised, unable to turn away, unable to give any reaction she actually felt. Robin's sword fell with a clatter before Guy and the mother. Who wasn't a mother, but an actress wearing a skin mask and a wig; both removed to betray strikingly pale skin and long curling blonde hair.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she stood there the whole time they did.
Until the guards had to move her when Robin was walked into the castle in chains.