Some Things Are Worth More Than Gold
Please note that I do not own any of the characters. They belong to the BBC and this story is a just for fun, not for profit piece of fan writing. Please read and enjoy!
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Prologue
In the darkest part of Nottingham Castle eight hooded men met in secret. Their meeting, was a meeting of foul minds.
"My Lords!" cried one, " What are your bids for the funding of our plan?"
" As previously agreed," replied another, "two hundred and fifty pieces of gold each."
"Very good." Came the first voice again, "Gentlemen, may I be the one to start us off?"
The speaker nodded at a figure in black leather who had been prowling around the circle of men. This man was not powerful enough to be part of the meeting, but he was too influencial to be left out; so he skulked around the edge, like a vulture picking up what information he could.
Now, however, he entered the circle carrying a large chest. Slowly looking around he lifted the lid. There, sparkling away, sat two hundred and fifty gold pieces.
The second speaker piped up.
"We will all arrange for our shares to be transported here immediately."
There were murmurs of assent from the other hoods.
"Good." The first voice leered, "Very good."
The secret meeting broke up swiftly and all departed.
"Things are moving well." Said the first voice, as under his hood Sheriff Vaisey's eyes gleamed.