Devil Sissy: OK, I think I might actually get around to finishing this
story now.
Pammon: which will be a first for her, wsince she's never finished a story
with more than two chapters before.
*Devil Sissy glares*
Pammon: Well it's tr-*suddenly finds her mouth stuffed with socks*
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The men finally decided on a small group of them who would first enter the gate, and then scare the Sherriff and Sir Fitzooth, should that truly be his name, of the mark into leaving Nottingham forever. "'Tis a fine plan," quoth Little John when he heard it. "One which our master would have been proud to hear." "Speak not so, Little John!" Cried John Sly, as he pulled on a cloak. "If all is as it should be, then he is here in this clearing with us, at this very moment! And I daresay he approves." And so, John Sly, Little John, Will Scarlet and Lobb all approached the gates. There were three guards there, and all looked extremely uncomfortable. However, as Lobb approached, they all stood aside to let him pass. "Good day to you, good Lobb." One of them said. Little John looked quizzically at Lobb. "When I left this morning I told them that I was going to be bringing a few of my kinsfolk back in later. I assumed you'd have something planned." The four men laughed. "Indeed, we cannot thank thee enough, good Lobb!" Little John cried. Lobb left the group at the door to the Sheriff's home and hobbled off to his little home. Little John, Will Scarlet and John Sly approached the gates, and here halted by a guard. "Who it is who seeks entrance to the home of the Sheriff, bane of Robin Hood?" Little John was so angry at hearing his master's death used as a title, that he almost fell upon the man with many angry blows, but Will Scarlet held him steady. "Easy Little John," quoth he. "Remember the plan. These heathens will pay for harming Robin Hood yet." Then to the guard, he shouted, "Good sir, we are three men from the countryside, and we only just heard the news of the death of Robin Hood! Is it then true?" The guard grinned. "Indeed, 'tis so, woodsman. Caught and hung but three days ago. If you should please, look hard over yonder." They followed his finger, and saw a body still hanging from the gallows, with a burlap hood over the face. The three outlaws fought with their rage and managed to keep quiet. "I should like to speak with the saintly sir who hast completed such a deed myself," said Will. "Is the Sheriff himself hereabouts?" "Why, yes, he is. Dining with Sir Lammard of the Mark, who was his help in the capture and hanging of Robin Hood. The Sheriff much likes to recount his tale. Shall I ask him whether or not he would like you to dine with him?" "Why thank you, kind sir. I should very much like to discuss this happy day with the hero himself." The guard went off, and then returned a moment later. "The sheriff invites you to eat with him and to talk and make merry. Come inside." The three outlaws followed the guard and were met by the Sheriff. I shall only briefly cover the happening at this meal, during which the Sheriff and Sir Lammard got increasingly more drunk as the night wore on. The three outlaws managed to drink very little, however, and come about midnight they were entirely sober, while Sir Lammard was happily snoozing away and the Sheriff was drunk as you please. "Now, tell me, Sheriff." John Sly finally said, putting the later part of their plan into action. "How many criminals do your jail cells hold?" "One hundred and eighty seven." Said the Sheriff. "Truly, you jest! You cannot have so many!" "I do not, I shall show you myself." But when the Sheriff tried to get up, he collapsed in his drunken state and fell across the floor. Little John and Will Scarlet pulled him back into his chair. "It seems I am too tired," the Sheriff cried. "But you shall see my jails yet! Here is the key, you may count the criminals for yourself and then see the number I have!" With that, the Sheriff fell into a snoring, drunken sleep. "'twas much easier than I though it would be," Little John laughed. "Indeed." Said Will Scarlet. "Now, let us off to the town jail!" The three left the building, the guard having fallen asleep. "It seems that the people think without our master the men of Sherwood Forest will do no harm." Said John Sly as they made their way along. "They are about to see that they are wrong!"
The men finally decided on a small group of them who would first enter the gate, and then scare the Sherriff and Sir Fitzooth, should that truly be his name, of the mark into leaving Nottingham forever. "'Tis a fine plan," quoth Little John when he heard it. "One which our master would have been proud to hear." "Speak not so, Little John!" Cried John Sly, as he pulled on a cloak. "If all is as it should be, then he is here in this clearing with us, at this very moment! And I daresay he approves." And so, John Sly, Little John, Will Scarlet and Lobb all approached the gates. There were three guards there, and all looked extremely uncomfortable. However, as Lobb approached, they all stood aside to let him pass. "Good day to you, good Lobb." One of them said. Little John looked quizzically at Lobb. "When I left this morning I told them that I was going to be bringing a few of my kinsfolk back in later. I assumed you'd have something planned." The four men laughed. "Indeed, we cannot thank thee enough, good Lobb!" Little John cried. Lobb left the group at the door to the Sheriff's home and hobbled off to his little home. Little John, Will Scarlet and John Sly approached the gates, and here halted by a guard. "Who it is who seeks entrance to the home of the Sheriff, bane of Robin Hood?" Little John was so angry at hearing his master's death used as a title, that he almost fell upon the man with many angry blows, but Will Scarlet held him steady. "Easy Little John," quoth he. "Remember the plan. These heathens will pay for harming Robin Hood yet." Then to the guard, he shouted, "Good sir, we are three men from the countryside, and we only just heard the news of the death of Robin Hood! Is it then true?" The guard grinned. "Indeed, 'tis so, woodsman. Caught and hung but three days ago. If you should please, look hard over yonder." They followed his finger, and saw a body still hanging from the gallows, with a burlap hood over the face. The three outlaws fought with their rage and managed to keep quiet. "I should like to speak with the saintly sir who hast completed such a deed myself," said Will. "Is the Sheriff himself hereabouts?" "Why, yes, he is. Dining with Sir Lammard of the Mark, who was his help in the capture and hanging of Robin Hood. The Sheriff much likes to recount his tale. Shall I ask him whether or not he would like you to dine with him?" "Why thank you, kind sir. I should very much like to discuss this happy day with the hero himself." The guard went off, and then returned a moment later. "The sheriff invites you to eat with him and to talk and make merry. Come inside." The three outlaws followed the guard and were met by the Sheriff. I shall only briefly cover the happening at this meal, during which the Sheriff and Sir Lammard got increasingly more drunk as the night wore on. The three outlaws managed to drink very little, however, and come about midnight they were entirely sober, while Sir Lammard was happily snoozing away and the Sheriff was drunk as you please. "Now, tell me, Sheriff." John Sly finally said, putting the later part of their plan into action. "How many criminals do your jail cells hold?" "One hundred and eighty seven." Said the Sheriff. "Truly, you jest! You cannot have so many!" "I do not, I shall show you myself." But when the Sheriff tried to get up, he collapsed in his drunken state and fell across the floor. Little John and Will Scarlet pulled him back into his chair. "It seems I am too tired," the Sheriff cried. "But you shall see my jails yet! Here is the key, you may count the criminals for yourself and then see the number I have!" With that, the Sheriff fell into a snoring, drunken sleep. "'twas much easier than I though it would be," Little John laughed. "Indeed." Said Will Scarlet. "Now, let us off to the town jail!" The three left the building, the guard having fallen asleep. "It seems that the people think without our master the men of Sherwood Forest will do no harm." Said John Sly as they made their way along. "They are about to see that they are wrong!"