first broadcast - 3rd April 1965
(The room is fair sized and dreary looking with heavy drapes behind the King's throne. A candelabra off to the side illuminates the room slightly. The Doctor, Vicki, Ian, de Tornebu, and a guard are before The King.)
DE TORNEBU: My lord, although we left a little of our pride back in the wood, there is some capital to be gained from the affair. Beside the violence and the tragedy, it has a humour.
RICHARD: (turning to The Doctor with disbelief) Humour? Is he delirious?
THE DOCTOR: (chuckling) I think I know what he means, Sire. Here Saladin, mighty ruler and commander of huge armies, believes he's captured you, hmm!
VICKI: (optimistically) You could turn this into a good story against Saladin.
DE TORNEBU: Look on the brighter side, my lord. A troop of men to capture one of your knights? Why he-he'd need an army by itself and more to take your horse, or every man he has or more to take you prisoner.
THE DOCTOR: You could spread this tale by word of mouth and all the world would know that Saladin fears you, hmm?
VICKI: (happily) Sire, if you send to him and asked if he'd finished playing his game and could you have your knight back, it would make him look such a fool.
(The King smiles.)
RICHARD: There is a jest here. Albeit a grim one with our friends dead. But Saladin must be just as much out of temper over this affair as we are.
THE DOCTOR: Your messenger might offer to exchange a hundred prisoners for the knight he holds.
RICHARD: We think we value Sir William highly. We do, but it would not be good to let Saladin know.
THE DOCTOR: He might think you undervalue his men - one hundred men to one of yours. (laughing) Me thinks a fair bargain, Sire.
RICHARD: (chuckling) By my father's name, you have wit, old man. (to the guard) Guard... call the Chamberlain!
(The guard bows and quickly exits.)
We recognise the service you have rendered us and will be pleased to see you in our court.
THE DOCTOR: We are your servants, Sire.
RICHARD: As to the sending of a messenger... Joanna!
(The King's sister enters. She is of medium height and fair haired.)
JOANNA: Brother, are you wounded?
RICHARD: Even my pride has been mended, sister. See these good people: courage, loyalty, and wit are gathered here.
(Joanna looks over the small group. They all bow except for de Tornebu who tries to rise but cannot.)
DE TORNEBU: Forgive me, my lady.
JOANNA: This man should be in his bed.
RICHARD: Yes. (angrily) Chamberlain! Where are you?
CHAMBERLAIN: Coming, Sire! Coming!
(The Chamberlain along with Thatcher, his assistant, enter. He is a handsome man with well-kept white hair, similar to The Doctor's. He also has a long, white moustache.)
RICHARD: Take this knight and see that he is well looked after and find places for these others. They have our patronage.
CHAMBERLAIN: Thatcher, guard, lend a hand!
(The Chamberlain, Ian, and Thatcher help de Tornebu to his feet. Vicki picks up his sword.)
VICKI: Be careful. Mind his shoulder.
IAN: We should carry him!
(They lift him up.)
VICKI: Shall I help?
IAN: No, I think we can manage.
(The Doctor observes Joanna staring at Vicki.)
JOANNA: This is a young man?
THE DOCTOR: His voice has not yet broken, your Highness.
JOANNA: What is your name?
VICKI: Uh... uh, Victor.
JOANNA: Do you sing songs? Or play an instrument?
VICKI: No, nobody ever showed me.
JOANNA: We must do something about your clothes, at least.
(The Chamberlain looks at the clothes Vicki wears and frowns.)
THE DOCTOR: (bowing) Your Highness... (to Vicki) Come, Victor! Let us tend upon the others.
(They carry de Tornebu to the entrance. A servant enters to assist, and with the aid of the Chamberlain and Thatcher, they lead de Tornebu from the room.)
CHAMBERLAIN: (to Ian) Thank you young man. You may leave him to us.
IAN: Giving him back his belt didn't help us very much.
THE DOCTOR: I certainly didn't like the way the Chamberlain examined Vicki's clothes. And come to think of it, they were originally stolen from here.
(The King watches them from a short distance.)
(The King observes The Doctor, Ian, and Vicki through the archway. The Doctor and Ian bow and exit.)
JOANNA: Strange people.
RICHARD: Good friends.
(The King examines a jewel hanging around Joanna's neck.)
And what is this? I have not seen this jewel before.
JOANNA: A gift from the man you fight.
JOANNA: His brother, Saphadin. Oh, I have given no cause for his attention.
RICHARD: Saladin sends me presents of fruit and snow when I am sick and now his brother decorates you with his jewels. Yet with our armies do we both lock in deadly combat, watering the land with a rain of blood, and the noise of thunder is drowned in the shouts of dying men.
JOANNA: Your heart calls for England, Richard.
RICHARD: Aye, it does.
JOANNA: Is there no kind of peace with Saladin?
RICHARD: All wise men look for peace. The terms of peace make wise men look fools. I would have Ascalon, but Saladin fears that if he gives me that town then I will invade Egypt, and nothing I can say can make him change his mind. How this jewel radiates the light.
(The King, thinking, plays with the jewel around his sister's neck. He looks into her eyes and smiles.)
So... Saphadin desires my sister.
JOANNA: But surely you and Saladin have some common meeting ground, Richard.
RICHARD: (deep in thought, his voice trailing) Joanna...? Saphadin...?
(The King looks back at Joanna as the light catches the jewel.)
(El Akir is talking to Sheyrah, a serving woman of Saladin's court. He holds a ring out to her as a bribe.)
EL AKIR: Now take this and tell me where the woman is.
EL AKIR: Then bring her to me.
EL AKIR: Then deserve my displeasure!
SHEYRAH: My lord is greater than you!
(El Akir grips her hand.)
EL AKIR: Where is she??
(Luigi Ferrigo, a Genoese merchant, enters. Sheyrah pulls her hand away and exits. Luigi is a devious, greedy man, about 40 years old, thin, and ugly.)
LUIGI: She was a fool not to take the ring.
(He moves over and taking it from El Akir holds it up and examines it.)
But perhaps you were asking too much for it.
(El Akir takes it back.)
Now I have something to ask of... someone. If only I knew their price.
EL AKIR: I'm not bought by you, merchant.
LUIGI: You are an Emir, El Akir. What possessions of mine could possibly match those you already own? But I am travelled from Tyre to speak with Saladin at Ramlah, a weary journey, and neither he nor his brother will receive me.
EL AKIR: It's nothing to me. I am leaving Ramlah!
LUIGI: Do you return to your palace at Lydda?
EL AKIR: Yes.
LUIGI: Then what keeps you here?
(El Akir turns way, silent and angry.)
We both have reasons for being here, El Akir. Can we not help each other?
EL AKIR: And what is your reason, merchant?
LUIGI: Conrad of Tyre has sent an emissary here to make a treaty with your overlord. I come on his heels. Where there is a treaty there is a chance of profit. What lies unwanted on my ships at Tyre will find a home in Saladin. And from him I can buy and stock my ships again.
EL AKIR: And what is my part in this, merchant?
LUIGI: Arrange an audience with Saladin or his brother. But how will I repay such a favour?
EL AKIR: There is a woman here, an English woman. She made me look a fool. I shall take her to my palace at Lydda and then we shall see who the fool is... (angrily) or the master!
LUIGI: A simple matter. Arrange my audience then wait by the stables. I'll bring the woman to you.
(The room has two sets of curtains, one leading outside and the other leading to another room within the Palace. Barbara examines her face in a hand mirror. Sheyrah stands behind her, adjusting some of Barbara's luxurious costume.)
SHEYRAH: Your lord will be dazzled with your beauty, my lady.
BARBARA: (unsure that she wants him to be) Thank you, Sheyrah.
SHEYRAH: Lady, I...
(Sheyrah hovers in the background as though she wants to speak. Barbara senses this and turns to look at her.)
BARBARA: What is it?
SHEYRAH: (avoiding what's really on her mind) Uh, the whispers are about that you will tell a never-ending story...
BARBARA: Oh, yes... (to herself) how did I get myself involved in this?
SHEYRAH: Be at peace, my lady. You only tremble at the honour of appearing before the great Sultan.
(Barbara smiles at Sheyrah and turns back to continue adorning herself. Then Sheyrah moves closer and whispers.)
I must tell you something, my lady. You have made an enemy... you must beware...
BARBARA: An enemy?
SHEYRAH: El Akir is planning... I know not what, but he's an evil man.
BARBARA: Wh - how do you know this?
SHEYRAH: (with dread in her voice) Already he has tried to buy my loyalty with precious stones. You must be cautious. Escape if you can.
(Sheyrah looks around fearfully, thinking she's said too much.)
BARBARA: El Akir? But... but surely Saladin...
SHEYRAH: I cannot say more, my lady.
BARBARA: (reassuringly) Sheyrah...
SHEYRAH: Please, my lady!! I will fetch your shoes.
BARBARA: Escape? But how?
(Sheyrah, meanwhile, has already exited through one of the curtains. Barbara turns over in her mind what Sheyrah has spoken to her but then contemplates the more immediate problems ahead.)
(sighing) A never-ending story. (more sighing) Oh... what am I going to do? Stories... stories... Shakespeare! Yes! Romeo and Juliet! Hans Christian Andersen... Liliput... Gulliver's Tra--
(A hand suddenly appears and parts the beaded curtain at the entrance. Barbara looks up, startled. Luigi appears, with a finger to his lips. In his other hand he holds his gloves. He peers around the room. Barbara rises.)
LUIGI: (whispering) I am Luigi Ferrigo... merchant from Genoa. I have got a horse for you at the stables.
BARBARA: Did Sir William send you?
(Luigi signals silence and speed.)
SHEYRAH: (oov) Which shoes shall I bring, my lady?
LUIGI: (whispering) Sir William? Yes, yes, he sent me. Now please hurry!
(Luigi, putting down his gloves, removes his cloak and puts it around Barbara's shoulders. By accident he leaves behind one glove. Silently he leads Barbara through the beaded curtain. A moment later Sheyrah returns with a pair of shoes and looks around, mystified at the now empty room.)
SHEYRAH: My la-?
(She moves toward the doorway.)
(She walks to the table and puts down the shoes. As she does so, she spots the glove and looks at it thoughtfully as she picks it up.)
(A horse is snorting and stamping. An upright beam and a portion of a wooden partition are visible. The floor is covered with straw. El Akir is present, standing half in shadow. He hears a sound and draws back out of sight. Luigi steers Barbara into the stables.)
BARBARA: But where is he?
LUIGI: We are almost there! Now please hurry!
(They wait around a bit.)
The man should be here.
(El Akir appears behind Barbara, wearing an evil grin.)
EL AKIR: He is.
(Barbara tries to scream, but he El Akir muffles her. He puts a hand over her mouth and holds her arms with his other hand.)
(to Luigi, while struggling with Barbara) Your way is open to the Sultan's brother.
(Luigi leaves; El Akir pulls Barbara into the shadows.)
(The room is small with one bench and some stools. Clothes hang over bars and in scattered piles. Ian is nearly finished dressing as a knight. The Doctor adjusts his rich tunic while Vicki looks on.)
IAN: (struggling with his clothes) Oh, I think this whole thing is ridiculous!
THE DOCTOR: (chuckling) You do, do you? Then I suggest we get along with it.
IAN: (still struggling) But what have I got to put this lot on?
THE DOCTOR: How should I know, dear fellow? If the King wants you to surely that's good enough, hmm?
VICKI: Anyway, what are you complaining about? For all you know, it might give you a better chance to find Barbara.
(Meanwhile, Ian finishes getting ready.)
THE DOCTOR: Never mind the mights, my dear. Just concentrate on what you're doing. Here we are now. I think just the... just the sword and, uh, you're ready.
IAN: Ready for what??
THE DOCTOR: Oh, the King will tell you that. D'you know, my boy, I have an idea that King Richard still wants to send you to see Saladin after all, hmm?
(The King, eating, dictates a letter to a priest. A servant waits off to the side.)
RICHARD: (with mouth full) And not only this kingdom, its towns and fortresses shall be yours, but also the Frankish kingdom. Our sister, the Princess Joanna, whose beauty is already spoken of wherever men of judgement and discernment are, is a fit match for one who not only enjoys so grand... uh no, not grand, uh... eminent... so eminent a brother as the Sultan Saladin but who also possesses an element of his own. Prince Saphadin, we beg you to prefer this match and thus make us your brother.
(to the priest) Now, let me see.
(The King looks over the letter and then signs his name to it. Next, pressing his signet ring into hot sealing wax, he seals it and hands the letter to a waiting servant.)
Hmm, see it's delivered immediately.
(The servant bows and exits, and so does the priest. As they leave, The Doctor, Ian, and Vicki enter.)
Ahh, sirrah... some business with you. Come closer.
THE DOCTOR: Your royal commands have been carried out, your majesty.
(The King sits down on his throne and picks up his gold belt, weighing it in his hands.)
(to Ian) Take this gold belt to the Sultan Saladin. Beg him to release Sir William des Preaux and your companion.
VICKI: (happily) Ian... how marvellous!
THE DOCTOR: You are very gracious, Sire.
RICHARD: Do you wonder why I listen to your appeal?
THE DOCTOR: It is a king's prerogative to make yesterday's deafness today's keen hearing.
RICHARD: No, more than that - although we do not doubt that we are surrounded by loyal men, yet we fear that war is uppermost in their minds. Between ourselves we plan a match between Joanna and Saphadin to bring peace. This is why we choose to send you rather than those who are closer to us. Bring back Sir William and your companion. But bring us hope as well. (angrily) This blood-letting must stop!
IAN: May I leave at once, Sir?
RICHARD: Is it love of peace or is it love of your companion that prompts this enthusiasm? Well, whatever the reason, may it speed you back to us. I have one duty to perform before you leave.
(The King looks at Vicki who's holding the sword.)
Give me the sword, boy.
(Vicki approaches the King.)
You are without rank or title and while we do not doubt your courage, our emissary shall speak from a proper position of authority.
(The King draws the sword.)
What is your name?
IAN: Ian Chesterton.
IAN: But I...
THE DOCTOR: (eagerly) Kneel, kneel, my boy. Kneel, kneel, come along, come along...
(Ian kneels. The King taps the sword on each of Ian's shoulders.)
RICHARD: In the name of God, St. Michael, and St. George, we dub you SIR Ian, Knight of Jaffa. Arise Sir Ian and be valiant.
(The King holds out his hand and Ian kisses it.)
IAN: Your majesty.
(The robing room, like the King's throne room, is dark and dreary. It has no wooden or metal door, just heavy drapes covering the doorway. The Chamberlain is present and also Ben Daheer, the clothing merchant from whom The Doctor took the clothes.)
CHAMBERLAIN: ...with long white hair?
BEN: Yes, my lord, yes.
CHAMBERLAIN: A dark cloak, which nearly brushes the ground?
BEN: The same, and if he has the articles you mentioned, then he stole them from me.
CHAMBERLAIN: Then we shall wait here for his return and face him with his infamy.
(A window is open, and the sounds of people and animals from outside can be heard. Saphadin is seated on his throne facing into the room. Luigi Ferrigo stands in front of him. Behind Saphadin, in a throne facing the opposite direction, sits Saladin hidden by drapes. He hears everything they say.)
LUIGI: Perfumes, materials from Baghdad, ivory, gold, spices - all these, Prince Saphadin, are now but a trickle because of this war.
SAPHADIN: My brother has not yet made any treaty with Conrad of Tyre.
LUIGI: I am a merchant and hope I do no wrong in anticipating events, my lord.
SAPHADIN: You are seeking a concession?
LUIGI: I am, yes Sire. I am well-known for my proper dealings.
SAPHADIN: Yes, your reputation has flown ahead of you. Where there are transactions to be made, there will one find Master Ferrigo.
LUIGI: It is my calling, Prince Saphadin.
SAPHADIN: Well, help me judge another matter and I may understand your mind a little better.
(Saladin comes out from behind the drapes.)
SALADIN: I will hear this.
SAPHADIN: Yes, brother.
(Luigi bows. Saladin nods. Saphadin claps his hands.)
SALADIN: This is a domestic matter only, but since it concerns a person nearer your way of thinking than ours, we welcome your advice.
(Luigi bows again. Sir William des Preaux enters with Sheyrah.)
SAPHADIN: A prisoner has escaped.
SALADIN: A woman, one I hoped might perhaps divert this court. I had reason to believe she was a teller of stories.
SAPHADIN: (to Sheyrah) Speak!
SHEYRAH: (frightened and tearful) Do not blame me!
(She flings herself down in front of them.)
SALADIN: Tell me what happened.
SHEYRAH: I do not know. I went to fetch her shoes, and when I returned she was gone. That's all I know!
SALADIN: And you, Sir William, know nothing of this affair?
DES PREAUX: Nothing, lord Saladin. I would not encourage a lady to venture out alone.
SALADIN: I believe you. Nor do I believe the woman would go by herself.
SAPHADIN: What is your opinion, merchant?
LUIGI: (nervously) Uh, this woman, uh, had an accomplice perhaps, a companion who helped her, acted as her guide.
DES PREAUX: She was abducted, that is the only explanation.
LUIGI: (still nervously) I see, of course. That is an explanation.
SAPHADIN: What else have you to say, woman?
SHEYRAH: You mean... what I found?
SHEYRAH: On the table I found a glove.
SALADIN: A man's glove?
SHEYRAH: Yes, my lord!
SALADIN: This glove?
SHEYRAH: Yes lord!
(Saladin produces the glove and looks directly at Luigi.)
SALADIN: It... has a companion, Sir William.
(Des Preaux lunges toward Luigi and pulls the other glove from his belt.)
DES PREAUX: (in absolute rage) Where is she? What have you done with her?
(He grabs Luigi, frightening him. Luigi looks to the others for help.)
LUIGI: (struggling) I - I - I - I took her... to El Akir...
(The Doctor, Vicki, and Ian walk down a corridor.)
THE DOCTOR: I hope you will find Barbara safe and well, dear boy - err, heh, Sir Ian.
VICKI: Good luck, Ian. Be as quick as you can.
IAN: I will Vicki.
THE DOCTOR: Godspeed! And remember: be valiant!
(The Doctor shakes Ian's hand. Ian smiles at Vicki and exits. The Doctor and Vicki watch him go.)
I almost wish I'd been knighted, too.
(The two start laughing.)
VICKI: That'll be the day!
(The Doctor laughs more.)
Come on, let's go and tidy Ian's things.
(The Doctor opens the curtains of the robing room and enters, followed by Vicki.)
(The Chamberlain is waiting for The Doctor and Vicki. As soon as they enter, he steps across the door way and blocks it. The Doctor turns to face him and then notices that Ben Daheer is also present, standing in a corner.)
CHAMBERLAIN: Ah! I have been waiting to speak with you.
THE DOCTOR: Oh? Pray, what about?
VICKI: (much insulted) I beg your pardon!
THE DOCTOR: What's this?
BEN: (to The Doctor and Vicki, "pouring it on thick") Visitor of sorrows, depriver of my children, robber of my goods!
THE DOCTOR: Who is this? (to Vicki) Do you know?
VICKI: No... ooh, his face is a bit familiar...
CHAMBERLAIN: You stole some clothing!
THE DOCTOR: Really?
CHAMBERLAIN: (holding up Ian's hunting outfit) Do you see this riding habit? It was taken from this very room. Now it is back here again.
THE DOCTOR: (chuckling) And a pretty poor garment, too, hmm, hmm!
CHAMBERLAIN: (holding up more clothing) This... and this... stolen from me.
BEN: And stolen from me!
THE DOCTOR: Yes, now there really is a point there, isn't there? If I stole from you, my lord Chamberlain, how could I steal from him?
BEN: You did! You did steal from me!
THE DOCTOR: Then how could I steal from him, eh? You blockhead!
CHAMBERLAIN: Oh please! Please! Now I had the clothes first.
THE DOCTOR: Oh, how nice for you.
BEN: And I had them second.
VICKI: Did you buy them?
VICKI: From us?
THE DOCTOR: Then whoever it was stole them from you must have sold them to you. Now, don't you agree, hmm?
CHAMBERLAIN: Er... yes.
(Thatcher enters carrying fruit.)
THATCHER: My lord Chamberlain, a ship is in the harbour disgorging fruit from Acre.
(Ben Daheer turns and points to Thatcher.)
BEN: That's the man! I bought them from him!
(The Doctor turns to the Chamberlain.)
THE DOCTOR: He must have stolen them from you.
CHAMBERLAIN: Thatcher! You villain!
(Thatcher drops the fruit and runs out of the room. The Chamberlain attempts to run after him, but The Doctor stops him.)
THE DOCTOR: Now just a minute! Oh, my dear Chamberlain - so undignified. The merchant bought the clothes in good faith and paid for them in good money. Now please return his money.
(The Chamberlain reluctantly gets his purse.)
CHAMBERLAIN: But - but I must catch the thief!
THE DOCTOR: Now, now, now! You mustn't let an honest man suffer! Pay him!
(He gives his purse to Ben and runs out after Thatcher.)
(oov) Thatcher! Thatcher!
BEN: (positively thrilled, to The Doctor) Joy to you, my lord! Giver of life to my father, provider!
THE DOCTOR: Yes, off you go! Off you go!
(The Doctor, laughing, ushers Ben from the room. He turns to Vicki.)
Well, we seem to have got out of that problem alright, hmm?
(They both share a good laugh.)
(The exterior has a white stucco archway with heavy doors. Two sentries stand at attention as El Akir approaches. Horses sound in the background.)
EL AKIR: The woman tied to the horse - bring her!
(He enters the palace. One of the sentries drags Barbara in, her wrists bound.)
FIRST SENTRY: Another one for El Akir's cage.
SECOND SENTRY: I swear it to be the finest collection in Islam.
(Barbara pushes the sentry by her side into the other and both fall down. She runs away, and they get up and go after her.)
(Ian and Sir William des Preaux are together. Ian is very agitated.)
DES PREAUX: Yes, Sir Ian. I fear so. Your rescue has come too late.
IAN: Well, who's taken her??
DES PREAUX: This Genoese merchant! He explained it away by saying that Barbara had conceived a passion for El Akir. Saladin and his brother accept the story, but I do not!
IAN: Well of course not! It's a lie.
DES PREAUX: They could be as friendly as a hawk and a sparrow.
IAN: Where can I find El Akir?
DES PREAUX: He has returned to Lydda since falling out with Saladin.
IAN: Is Lydda very far away?
DES PREAUX: No, but it's El Akir's territory, where he has his men.
IAN: I'm going after her.
DES PREAUX: El Akir has an evil reputation. 'Tis my belief he captured your companion as revenge, and in his eyes she would make a fine addition to his harem.
(Here there are many archways. Barbara runs up a passageway and hides in the shadow of one. Without warning a hand appears from behind her and covers her mouth.)
THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE
Richard the Lionheart
William de Tornebu
William des Preaux
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