Chapter 2: The Plot Thickens
Robin and Little Joanna had finally discarded their clothes and the hats they had stuffed down their pants. *told ya we'd explain*
"So how much bounty did we make off with?" Robin asked wading into a small lake that they were resting by.
"Oh about 15000gold pieces, thirty- two diamonds, ten rubies, five sapphires, and three emeralds." Little Joanna informed her. Robin gave a low whistle.
"That's enough for each family in the city to have fifty gold pieces." Robin remarked amazed.
"Yeah and we'll be lucky if the Sheriffess of Nottingham doesn't find most of it, and ya know that this is the best raid that we have done in five years?" Little Joanna told her.
"It does feel good," Robin told Little Joanna. Little Joanna looked at Robin as she emerged from the lake. "You're not thinking about him are you?"
"What?… Oh yeah I am. You know I can't help it." Robin told her.
"Hey, here comes Sister Mary Bertha" Little Joanna announced as Robin dressed in a dark green trousers and tunic.
Sister Mary Bertha was a large black woman with dark skin. She wore the traditional outfit of a nun. *for those who don't it's a black and white habit* She was a nun at the convent in Nottingham. "Oh, Robin God bless you," as she handed the nun a ladle of water.
Sister Mary Bertha had finished drinking from the ladle and handed it back to Robin.
"It's good to see you sister," Robin said, happily embracing the nun. "Any news of Lord Matthew?"
"Well, there has been some," she said as she sat down heavily on a boulder.
"Oh. Do tell." Robin asked curiously.
"Oh, all right," the sister said, adjusting her habit. "Well, you know that Princess Juanita wants him as her husband even more than she wants to see you dead."
"Yes, we all know that, said Robin.
"Lord Matthew has asked the princess to throw a ball in honor of her majesty. There, he is to choose his bride, but the princess has plotted to kill whomever he chooses." The sister hung her head in silent prayer, knowing her report was finished.
"Well, you know what?" Robin asked both of the women.
"What?" they asked together, each dreading the answer.
"I'm going to that shindig whether they like it or not, and if they don't like it, they can kiss my skinny little white ass. *Yeah! That is so me!* Sorry sister," Robin added, because of the look on the nuns face.
Robin and Little Joanna had finally discarded their clothes and the hats they had stuffed down their pants. *told ya we'd explain*
"So how much bounty did we make off with?" Robin asked wading into a small lake that they were resting by.
"Oh about 15000gold pieces, thirty- two diamonds, ten rubies, five sapphires, and three emeralds." Little Joanna informed her. Robin gave a low whistle.
"That's enough for each family in the city to have fifty gold pieces." Robin remarked amazed.
"Yeah and we'll be lucky if the Sheriffess of Nottingham doesn't find most of it, and ya know that this is the best raid that we have done in five years?" Little Joanna told her.
"It does feel good," Robin told Little Joanna. Little Joanna looked at Robin as she emerged from the lake. "You're not thinking about him are you?"
"What?… Oh yeah I am. You know I can't help it." Robin told her.
"Hey, here comes Sister Mary Bertha" Little Joanna announced as Robin dressed in a dark green trousers and tunic.
Sister Mary Bertha was a large black woman with dark skin. She wore the traditional outfit of a nun. *for those who don't it's a black and white habit* She was a nun at the convent in Nottingham. "Oh, Robin God bless you," as she handed the nun a ladle of water.
Sister Mary Bertha had finished drinking from the ladle and handed it back to Robin.
"It's good to see you sister," Robin said, happily embracing the nun. "Any news of Lord Matthew?"
"Well, there has been some," she said as she sat down heavily on a boulder.
"Oh. Do tell." Robin asked curiously.
"Oh, all right," the sister said, adjusting her habit. "Well, you know that Princess Juanita wants him as her husband even more than she wants to see you dead."
"Yes, we all know that, said Robin.
"Lord Matthew has asked the princess to throw a ball in honor of her majesty. There, he is to choose his bride, but the princess has plotted to kill whomever he chooses." The sister hung her head in silent prayer, knowing her report was finished.
"Well, you know what?" Robin asked both of the women.
"What?" they asked together, each dreading the answer.
"I'm going to that shindig whether they like it or not, and if they don't like it, they can kiss my skinny little white ass. *Yeah! That is so me!* Sorry sister," Robin added, because of the look on the nuns face.