played it off as my own daring desire.)
“I can’t believe he included the part about Will Stutely christening you,” I laughed.
“It’s a necessary part,” Little John insisted. “Most of those who see me laugh on sight about my name unless they are forewarned.”
“Well, it was quite funny,” I admitted.
“Shhh,” Little John said, stopping.
“What?” I whispered.
Little John pointed off to the side and tilted his head. Together we listened to the forest. Someone was walking through our woods.
Little John and I skulked over to the intruder on quiet, sure feet. Little John boosted me up a tree where I spied on the interloper. I nearly fell off the tree due to recoil and disgust when I caught sight of the idiotic fop that had wandered into my forest.
For some reason that I would never be able to fathom, a man had wandered into Sherwood dress in a horse pelt . No joke, the skin still had the black mane and tail, which dragged on the ground behind him. The horse’s “head” dropped down over the man’s skull, perfectly hiding his face.
I slid down the tree and landed next to Little John with a muffled thump.
“Well?” Little John whispered.
“If Crafty was within call I would summon him to kick that intruder’s legs until they were broken. The idiot is wandering around in a horse pelt.”
Little John winced. The horse pelt thing was a strange case, but it was well known through out my band that I had finally inherited Marian’s love of horses after my adventures with Crafty in Nottingham Castle. The silly wanderer most likely didn’t know he was making a somewhat dangerous, if not begrudging, enemy.
“Let’s take him out,” Little John prompted.
“Are you kidding? I’m not getting any closer to that freak,” I hissed.
Little John frowned. “Come on, there is something entirely suspicious about wandering around in a horse pelt.”
“No, no I refuse to go near such a barbarian,” I stubbornly shook my head.
“Robyn, come on. You’re Robin Hood. That whacker is an intruder in your forest. You have to go fight him,” Little John insisted.
“No, I don’t,” I hissed. “I’m going to continue with our patrol, looking for the fat Sheriff and George.”
“Fine!” Little John said, turning to go back the way we had come from.
“Where are you going?” I hissed after him.
“To find Will Scarlet and go hunting. I can see there’s no talking to you whenever it’s that time for you,” Little John said before stamping off.
“It is NOT that time for me!” I yowled before turning on my tail and stomping off. Unfortunately my not so hushed fight with Little John called the horse pelt wearing weirdo right to me. I didn’t know it yet, but this mentally disturbed individual was Sir Guy of Gisborne, who was combing the woods in hopes of finding and killing Robin Hood in order to free Maid Marian and claim the reward.
“Hello there,” Sir Guy greeted.
I worked hard to keep my features schooled in order to not show my fright or repulse. “Greetings… stranger,” I stiffly said. “Can I help you?”
“I am trying to find my way around the woods,” Sir Guy confessed in his rumbling voice.
“I know the woods quite well, sir. Is there some way I can assist you?” I asked.
“I am seeking Robin Hood. He has stolen a great prize from me,” Sir Guy said.
Instantly it clicked. Only Sir Guy of Gisborne, the broke, cunning, and newly revealed to be incredibly strange, knight would be wandering around Sherwood Forest, alone, looking for me due to recent events. I winced, wondering how Marian would like being referred to as a prize. “It is not wise to seek Robin Hood, sir. Especially in his forest,” I honestly said. My Merry Men were only a horn blow away after all, I could have as much false bravado as I wanted.
Sir Guy tilted his head, making one of the horse’s ears flick. I wanted to punch him in the face at that exact moment, but Sir Guy continued to speak. “I
“I can’t believe he included the part about Will Stutely christening you,” I laughed.
“It’s a necessary part,” Little John insisted. “Most of those who see me laugh on sight about my name unless they are forewarned.”
“Well, it was quite funny,” I admitted.
“Shhh,” Little John said, stopping.
“What?” I whispered.
Little John pointed off to the side and tilted his head. Together we listened to the forest. Someone was walking through our woods.
Little John and I skulked over to the intruder on quiet, sure feet. Little John boosted me up a tree where I spied on the interloper. I nearly fell off the tree due to recoil and disgust when I caught sight of the idiotic fop that had wandered into my forest.
For some reason that I would never be able to fathom, a man had wandered into Sherwood dress in a horse pelt . No joke, the skin still had the black mane and tail, which dragged on the ground behind him. The horse’s “head” dropped down over the man’s skull, perfectly hiding his face.
I slid down the tree and landed next to Little John with a muffled thump.
“Well?” Little John whispered.
“If Crafty was within call I would summon him to kick that intruder’s legs until they were broken. The idiot is wandering around in a horse pelt.”
Little John winced. The horse pelt thing was a strange case, but it was well known through out my band that I had finally inherited Marian’s love of horses after my adventures with Crafty in Nottingham Castle. The silly wanderer most likely didn’t know he was making a somewhat dangerous, if not begrudging, enemy.
“Let’s take him out,” Little John prompted.
“Are you kidding? I’m not getting any closer to that freak,” I hissed.
Little John frowned. “Come on, there is something entirely suspicious about wandering around in a horse pelt.”
“No, no I refuse to go near such a barbarian,” I stubbornly shook my head.
“Robyn, come on. You’re Robin Hood. That whacker is an intruder in your forest. You have to go fight him,” Little John insisted.
“No, I don’t,” I hissed. “I’m going to continue with our patrol, looking for the fat Sheriff and George.”
“Fine!” Little John said, turning to go back the way we had come from.
“Where are you going?” I hissed after him.
“To find Will Scarlet and go hunting. I can see there’s no talking to you whenever it’s that time for you,” Little John said before stamping off.
“It is NOT that time for me!” I yowled before turning on my tail and stomping off. Unfortunately my not so hushed fight with Little John called the horse pelt wearing weirdo right to me. I didn’t know it yet, but this mentally disturbed individual was Sir Guy of Gisborne, who was combing the woods in hopes of finding and killing Robin Hood in order to free Maid Marian and claim the reward.
“Hello there,” Sir Guy greeted.
I worked hard to keep my features schooled in order to not show my fright or repulse. “Greetings… stranger,” I stiffly said. “Can I help you?”
“I am trying to find my way around the woods,” Sir Guy confessed in his rumbling voice.
“I know the woods quite well, sir. Is there some way I can assist you?” I asked.
“I am seeking Robin Hood. He has stolen a great prize from me,” Sir Guy said.
Instantly it clicked. Only Sir Guy of Gisborne, the broke, cunning, and newly revealed to be incredibly strange, knight would be wandering around Sherwood Forest, alone, looking for me due to recent events. I winced, wondering how Marian would like being referred to as a prize. “It is not wise to seek Robin Hood, sir. Especially in his forest,” I honestly said. My Merry Men were only a horn blow away after all, I could have as much false bravado as I wanted.
Sir Guy tilted his head, making one of the horse’s ears flick. I wanted to punch him in the face at that exact moment, but Sir Guy continued to speak. “I
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