Chapter 9

Robin took his foot off Tyrell's chest and nudged his arrow toward the right.

"Go," he said.

"You're letting me live?" asked Tyrell in disbelief.

"Yes," said Robin. "Why should I bother coating my hands in your blood when you'll die soon enough at the hands of Prince John?"

"Prince John would never kill me! I am his right hand man," said Tyrell rising to his feet. "You are a fool to let me go so easily."

"Your brother thought that he was safe too when he was the Sheriff's right hand man," said Robin. "And he almost got himself killed."

"Luckily I'm not the fool that my brother was," said Tyrell with a twinkle in his eye. "I know who I can trust."

With that, Tyrell bent down and picked up his sword. He looked at Robin for a second and then charged him once again with his sword. Robin dove under his sword and raced through the crowd. He could feel Tyrell following close behind him. Robin reached out and knocked over an empty barrel that was outside someone's house. He pushed it backward and sent it Tyrell's way. Tyrell tripped over the barrel and stumbled onto the ground.

"Lads! To the forest!" yelled Robin as he made his way into the trees outside of Locksley.

Much, Friar Tuck, Alan, and Kate were close behind. Archer was shooting arrows at the pursuing soldiers to protect them. As soon as they all made it safely into the trees, Archer followed them.

Once they were clear of the guards and to safety, they stood still and listened to the victorious cries of the people of Locksley.

Robin Hood had cheated death once again.