Okay, here's my Robin Hood story! ther's more to come so sit tight and hold on!

Pammon: and try to make sense of all of the thees and thous and therefores and hither and thithers and willy nillys and shalts and-

the Devil's Sister: it's written in the same context as the book so there is a lot of old style language. as far as I am in the story at the moment, the title doesn't seem fitting but it will soon enough. Thou shalt see what thee is in for, for it shall gone as quite a shock unless thee hath read the original ventures of Robin Hood, that brave and noble outlaw.

Pammon: Aw, cut the crap.

the Devil's Sister: I think that everything follows the rules and laws from the book. this story takes place after Richard of the Lion Heart died and King John is the king. I used all the original characters but Sir Fitzooth of the Mark is MY VILLIAN! ALL MINE! ....okay, just wanted to make that clear.

Pammon: you've made it clear enough to me *rubs ear*

the Devil's Sister: *takes no notice*

Pammon: Oh no! A new form of punishment! The silent treatment!


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One day, not long after Robin Hood and his followers had returned to the glade after the death of their beloved king, Robin and Little John were watching the road for any sign of a rich Norman or knight or abbot to join them at supper. They were not disappointed, for soon came along the road a large train of servants, maids and guards and at the head of them rode a knightly figure clad in wondrous armor of gold and riding upon a valiant steed that was white in color and looked fit for a king.
"Master, should we ask them to supper?" quoth Little John, crouching behind a bush next to Robin.
"Ay, Little John. So we shall." Answered Robin Hood, and so saying he stepped out from behind the bush, drew his bow and called out to the man on the horse, "Hello, good sir knight. I see that thou art a man of good fortune. Dare ye bring thy good fortune to my friend and me? For we would like to have thee to sup with us."
"Who art thou, who dares to taunt a knight of good renown? For surly thou doest not know whom thee is dealing with!" Cried the knight. Robin Hood smiled and answered with a grin on his face.
"'Tis not a noble thing to do, sir knight, to reject such an offer. For I am afraid that I must insist that thou shalt come with me and my right hand to sup with us." quoth Robin, for Little John had come out of hiding to join his master on the road.
"I shall not come with ye until I know thy name." Cried the knight, growing quite red in the face.
"Then my name you shalt know, for I am none other then but a lowly forester, just joined the ranks of the king who goes by the name of Daniel Everman." Replied Robin, for he knew that this knight would put up a tremendous fight if he knew whom his captor really was.
"Then why is thee dressed in a garb of Lincoln green?" demanded the knight. "For if I did not know better I would say that thee is one of Robin Hood's men, for thee is standing with bow drawn and yonder giant at thou's side."
"Nay, I am but a forester of the lowest rank and a sworn enemy of Robin Hood. The garb of green is for nothing but to keep out of sight of his men, for I fear what they would do to a forester such as I."
"Then how is it that thou is asking me to sup with you in the forest? For surely you do not expect to be given leave of the forest, for Robin Hood may be an outlaw but he is a sly one and has slipped through the fingers of many a good forester."
"So I have heard, sir knight. But in this garb I can seek safety among the trees of Sherwood." Robin smiled. "But seeing that thee is not going to come willingly to supper, I will have to take ye by force." And with that, Little John leapt forward and grabbed the bridle of the knight's horse. The knight called for his guards to help him but they, after seeing Little John leap with such ease, were running off down the road and away from Sherwood Forest.
"Who doest thou think that thee is, to capture your superior in such a manner?" cried the knight, red faced and spluttering. "Surely a mere forester of the lowest rank does not think that he has much more power then a yeoman, for even one of Robin Hood's men would not dare to cross a knight such as I!"
"Nay, sir knight. For you have been proven wrong. For I myself am none other then Robin Hood and this is my right hand, Little John." Said Robin.
"Why, how dare thou to impersonate a forester and called thyself an enemy of the one whom thee is!" cried the knight, angered at his own capture. But nothing that he said could make the gentle giant who was Little John let go of the bridle. And so, willy nilly, the knight found himself sitting down to a meal fit for a king with the outlaws of Sherwood Forest. The knight ate very little, however, and gave Robin Hood and his men little reason to charge him anything.
"What is wrong, sir knight? Art thou not hungry for yonder venison?" Robin jested. His men laughed.
"I have heard what happens to men who eat well at thy table, Robin Hood." Said the knight. "They are mistreated and then charged very heavily for what they eat."
"Oh, no." said Robin in mock surprise. "Hath not the many knights and abbots and even the sheriff himself been pleased with our hospitality?" Robin was silent for a minute while his men laughed at the use of the word 'hospitality'. "Of course, we will have to show thee how generous we can be, for truly we can not afford unhappy costumers." So the knight was forced to stay overnight at the outlaw's camp. He wasn't happy to sleep on the ground, but he dared not open his lips for fear of giving Robin Hood cause to keep his another night.
The next day dawned bright and clear and as the sun swept through the green glade awakening the outlaws with promise of a new day. Robin Hood approached the knight.
"Did thee sleep well, sir knight?" quoth Robin, laughing merrily.
"Robin Hood, thou shalt pay for this, or I am not Sir Fitzooth of the Mark, best archer in the kingdom." Said the knight. "I hath won the title from King John naught but three days ago."
But Robin Hood did not hear this news of the title of best archer having been awarded to someone other then himself.
"Fitzooth, you say?" said Robin with wonderment. "Why, I heard of a lad by the name of Robert Fitzooth." Robin watched a pained look cross the face of Sir Fitzooth of the Mark.
"Ay, he is my eldest son stolen from me in infancy. I miss him dearly and dread the day that I meet again with him for surely he will not remember me and think me to be an old man simply looking for an heir who happened to know that he was not with his true family. Ay, he would hate me." Sighed the knight.
"Nay, Sir Fitzooth. I'm sure he would not hate you, I have had him as a part of my band and he served me well and true and would have willingly forgiven thee for any wrongs that thou had caused him." Robin said, for he truly did know who Robert Fitzooth was. For, if you recall, that is the true name of our bold outlaw.
"I fear for the worst, but a mere outlaw such as yourself would know nothing of the feeling of fear, for thou hast the whole kingdom searching after thee and is yet bold enough to capture a knight off the road." Said Sir Fitzooth. "But now I fear even more for you talk of him as though he were a thing of the past."
"Indeed he is." quoth Robin. "For upon joining our band he hath changed his name just as many others."
"And what be his name now, bold outlaw?" said the knight.
"Robin Hood" answered Robin.
"What?" cried Sir Fitzooth of the Mark. "You, Robert Fitzooth? It cannot be possible."
"Then, if thou is not believing, I shall allow thee to go. Little John!" the giant came at once.
"Yes, master? What is it that you call for?" asked Little John.
"Get Sir Fitzooth of the Mark his horse." Robin told him.
"Sir Fitzooth, you say? Why, that name is all over London." Said Little John. "Is it not thy own, master?"
"Ay, Little John." Quoth Robin. "But Sir Fitzooth of the Mark, so called best archer in the kingdom, wishes to leave now. Fetch his horse." And so it was done, and Sir Fitzooth was sent on his way, but little did the outlaws know what he had in store for them.