Serena Cherry:Sorry ppl that I haven't written in a long time. I have a broken hand and a dislocated pinkie on the other, so it is very hard to write. Well hope you like this chappy.

"A large hand grabbed him and covered his mouth when he screamed, pulling him into an ally way."

"Don't move kid."

Robin breathed deeply as his head rushed with adrenalin, making him sick. He tried to turn around to see the man who kept him at bay; but, he had a firm grip, making it so Robin couldn't move. Moving his eyes up, Robin could see the hood the man was wearing.

"You be quiet like a good little boy; and, I will not hurt you."

That whispered sentence made Robin very scared. How was he ever to get home now? Tears edged their way out of his throbbing tear ducks, and made their way slowly down his cheeks.

"Shh. It'll all be over with soon. They'll be gone soon."the man wiped a tear from his burning cheek, and was about to say something else, when a voice growled out.

"Johnathin Coswell. You put that child down now,"Johnathin gripped Robin, making him whimper, and he turned.

There, standing stoutly at the other end of the alley, was a man dressed as a mere pesant, his piercing blue eyes glowing angrily at the man.

"Why, dear sir, would you want me to do such a thing? I'm just here to help- "

"Help, as much as the devil himself could! I know why you have been outlawed, and are wanted with a wealthy price hanging over your head. Children like him are to grow up to be healthy growing boys and girls. You, my good man, do not so much as care for them. Especially once you are done with them, and kill 'em!"The man took a warning step foreward, and Robin caught sight of a sword in his hand,"I suggest strongly that you put the youth down."

"And what if I don't?"Johnathin sneered at the man.

"You'll pay,"said a voice behind them,"Put Robin down, now."

The man spun around; and, Robin was relived to see a group of outlaws dressed as the common people of the town. Now the townspeople had heard the commotion and were coming around to see.

Robin suddenly felt himself thrown to the side, while the man tried to run; but, with swift touch, Robin saw David take his bow and arrow, and shoot him.

Quickly hitting the wall, Robin fell to the ground, and lay there. Footsteps hurried over. Robin suddenly felt pain shoot through his arm. He felt tears prickle his eyes.

"Robin, are you all right?"said the voice he noticed to be Little John's. The youth felt himself picked up and he slowly started crying.

"Ow,"he moaned through his sobs as he sat on the ground,"owwie!"

"What hurts little one,"whispered Little John.

"Look John,"David's voice whispered,"His arm."

And indeed, Robins arm was hurt. He stopped sobbing for a few seconds to see the elbow and wrist swelling; and, he noticed faintly, it probably happened when that man threw him. He had landed on that arm.

Little John sighed, picked him up, and quickly followed the others to the pathway out of town, making his way back to the forest.

"You can't,"Robin heard Johnathin yell as the castle soldiers dragged him away to be hung the next day."That demon child! I swear, he is Lucifer himself!"

Some of the town's people had looked at Robin a bit uneasily at that; but, then figured he was just trying to get out of being hanged.

"Wait!"came a another voice,"Please!"

The outlaws stopped, turning to see who called them so frantically. It was the man who had first yelled at Johnathin to let Robin go.

He stopped in front of them; and, they surveyed him wearily. He had ruggedly handsome looks, blond/brown hair, with a short, curly beard. His blue eyes landed on Robin, who instantly felt uncomfortable.

"Is the young one fine?" The man finally broke his gaze.

Drake, a young man who had joined the group a month back, nodded slowly, stepping forward, blocking the mans eye sight of Robin. John, who was much taller then Drake, glared daggers over his head.

"I. I,"the man hesitated, then looked sadly to the ground. "I just wanted to know. Please,"he looked back up in hope,"Do take care of the dear lad."

With that the man left.

"You know Robin you are going to be in big trouble, when we get back home,"said Little John once the unknown man left.

"Awe man,"Robin looked up,"But I don' wanna get in trouble,"he gave the cutest face he could to the group.

Johns face softened; but, before the punishment could be taken away, David came up,"No. You are in a huge amount of trouble!"

Robin stopped, then laughed.

"You sound like one of the mommies I saw scolding her boy!"They all laughed at that,"Are you my new mommy?"

David flushed as the others laughed, and they hurried their steps as they neared the forest.

David opened his mouth to complain; but, suddenly a voice yelled behind them,"Stop right where you are outlaws. The king shall be very pleased with this."

To be continued. Well lesson time. I wanted to cover things on nights and stuff. May I have attention of the class?*Smiles*for jus' a second?

When a boy was eight years old, he was sent to the neighboring castle where he was trained as a page. The boy was usually the son of a knight or of a member of the aristocracy. He spent most of his time strengthening his body, wrestling and riding horses. He also learned how to fight with a spear and a sword. He practiced against a wooden dummy called a quintain. It was essentially a heavy sack or dummy in the form of a human. It was hung on a wooden pole along with a shield. The young page had to hit the shield in its center. When hit, the whole structure would spin around and around. The page had to maneuver away quickly without getting hit. The young man was also taught more civilized topics. He would be taught to read and write by a schoolmaster. He could also be taught some Latin and French. The lady of the castle taught the page to sing and dance and how to behave in the king's court.

At the age of fifteen or sixteen, a boy became a squire in service to a knight. His duties included dressing the knight in the morning, serving all of the knight's meals, caring for the knight's horse, and cleaning the knight's armor and weapons. He followed the knight to tournaments and assisted his lord on the battlefield. A squire also prepared himself by learning how to handle a sword and lance while wearing forty pounds of armor and riding a horse. When he was about twenty, a squire could become a knight after proving himself worthy. A lord would agree to knight him in a dubbing ceremony. The night before the ceremony, the squire would dress in a white tunic and red robes. He would then fast, not eat or drink, and pray all night for the purification of his soul. The chaplain would bless the future knight's sword and then lay it on the chapel or church's altar. Before dawn, he took a bath to show that he was pure, and he dressed in his best clothes. When dawn came, the priest would hear the young man's confession, a Catholic contrition rite. The squire would then eat breakfast. Soon the dubbing ceremony began. The outdoor ceremony took place in front of family, friends, and nobility. The squire knelt in front of the lord, who tapped the squire lightly on each shoulder with his sword and proclaimed him a knight. This was symbolic of what occurred in earlier times. In the earlier middle ages, the person doing the dubbing would actually hit the squire forcefully, knocking him over. After the dubbing, a great feast followed with music and dancing. And even before the ceremony was made for the dubbing of a knight, the king or who ever be in charge would just dub the knight right out on the battle field as they had no time for ceremonies.

A young man could also become a knight for valor in combat after a battle or sometimes before a battle to help him gain courage even after they presented the idea of ceremony.

Well I'm not sure what I will talk about next chapter but I'm thinking of the knights code of chivalry.