Robin of the Wood
Prologue
Such was the grief of Robin of Locksley that he could not formulate the plans of the past that once were his specialty. When he was told of the vast fortune that was to enter Nottingham through Sherwood Forest, he merely grunted and let it pass. When Much sprained his ankle while trying to catch squirrels for supper, he gave the smaller man a worried glance and then went about his activities. But when Little John told him that they had not given to the penurious folk of Nottingham for several days, and Robin merely sighed, Little John decided enough was enough.
"Robin, the poor are relying on us," said little John, trying to spur his leader into doing something.
"Yeah, Robin. Marian wouldn't have wanted this," intoned Allan.
Instantly, Robin was on him with a sword at his throat. "How dare you say what she would have wanted. She's dead!" He roared, irate.
"Well, I've got something that might cheer you up," interrupted Much, worried about his master. "Will and Djaq are coming back. They sent a messenger from the Holy Land with the news. Apparently, Will misses wood and Djaq finds the rigmarole of Arabic customs hard to adhere to."
"There's no wood in the Holy Land. No shade. Only sand. That and murderous black knights," said Allan.
"No, the Sheriff sailed into port yesterday," said Much. "He's coming back to Nottingham, and he's even travelling through Sherwood Forest! The nerve! He probably thinks he can because Robin won't dare attack..." Much trailed off, seeing the look on Robin's Face. "No."
"Oh, yes," said Robin, a hint of the boyish charm back on his face.
"I'm not being funny, he'll have hundreds of guards" said Allan.
"We do NOT attack the sheriff!" roared little John.
"We don't attack him, just... give him a warning." objected Robin.
"This better be a mighty good plan" said Allan.