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Chapter 3- The Merry Men
"So, Gwyn," Robin Hood said, helping me over a fallen tree. His touch was warm and his step was light, as if he had not a care in the world. Realizing he was talking to me, I looked up at him. "What do you plan to do now that you're an outlaw?"
That thought had not crossed my mind. 'An outlaw?' I thought, 'Will I never be able to go home?' Tears were forming in my eyes, tears that hadn't been let out for years. They just wouldn't stop coming. Robin must have sensed my hurt and pulled me into a hug. Without any shame, I cried into his soft, Lincoln green tunic, gripping it for support.
"It's okay to cry. Just let it out and the world will be alright again," he spoke softly. I smiled, tears quieting. He held my shoulder, knowing that I wasn't ready to walk on my own yet, and led me into a clearing.
At first, it appeared as if no one was there, then, I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I gasped and Robin laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, but more of a sweet, 'you're so funny' laugh.
"It's alright Gwyn, it's just Will Scathlock. Come here Will!" he said happily, letting me go for a second to say hello to his friend. More shadows were coming closer and, afraid, I clutched Robin's tunic. He laughed again, sensing my fear.
"Little John!! Friar Tuck!! See, I have brought us a guest!" Robin smiled cheerfully, gesturing towards me, still gripping his tunic. He plucked my hand off and told me to shake hands with Little John and Friar Tuck. Obediently, I did, amazed that I was meeting them; the people I've only heard about in songs, until now.
After meeting more people than I've ever known in my entire lifetime, Robin urged his men to start a feast. Some men roasted venison on a spit over a warm fire, some, sat around and drank wine, and others took turns guarding the camp. The delicious and long-awaited food was served. We drank and told stories of our lives, and just plain got drunk. It was dawn when we finally went to sleep.
Robin gave me his bed to sleep in while he slept on the ground outside, with a fleece of course. Feeling guilty that he gave me food, drink, a board for nothing, I walked outside to where he had made his bed for the night. He was beside what was left of the fire, stretched out upon the soft earth. Dawn's light shone across his sleeping face, making him appear heavenly; and innocent. His unconscious form shivered, curling up into a fetal position.
I smiled as I placed a blanket of mine on top of him to keep him warm. I bent down to his ear and whispered, "Thank you so much." and lightly pecked his cheek. In his sleep, he smiled.
Chapter 3- The Merry Men
"So, Gwyn," Robin Hood said, helping me over a fallen tree. His touch was warm and his step was light, as if he had not a care in the world. Realizing he was talking to me, I looked up at him. "What do you plan to do now that you're an outlaw?"
That thought had not crossed my mind. 'An outlaw?' I thought, 'Will I never be able to go home?' Tears were forming in my eyes, tears that hadn't been let out for years. They just wouldn't stop coming. Robin must have sensed my hurt and pulled me into a hug. Without any shame, I cried into his soft, Lincoln green tunic, gripping it for support.
"It's okay to cry. Just let it out and the world will be alright again," he spoke softly. I smiled, tears quieting. He held my shoulder, knowing that I wasn't ready to walk on my own yet, and led me into a clearing.
At first, it appeared as if no one was there, then, I saw something move in the corner of my eye. I gasped and Robin laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh, but more of a sweet, 'you're so funny' laugh.
"It's alright Gwyn, it's just Will Scathlock. Come here Will!" he said happily, letting me go for a second to say hello to his friend. More shadows were coming closer and, afraid, I clutched Robin's tunic. He laughed again, sensing my fear.
"Little John!! Friar Tuck!! See, I have brought us a guest!" Robin smiled cheerfully, gesturing towards me, still gripping his tunic. He plucked my hand off and told me to shake hands with Little John and Friar Tuck. Obediently, I did, amazed that I was meeting them; the people I've only heard about in songs, until now.
After meeting more people than I've ever known in my entire lifetime, Robin urged his men to start a feast. Some men roasted venison on a spit over a warm fire, some, sat around and drank wine, and others took turns guarding the camp. The delicious and long-awaited food was served. We drank and told stories of our lives, and just plain got drunk. It was dawn when we finally went to sleep.
Robin gave me his bed to sleep in while he slept on the ground outside, with a fleece of course. Feeling guilty that he gave me food, drink, a board for nothing, I walked outside to where he had made his bed for the night. He was beside what was left of the fire, stretched out upon the soft earth. Dawn's light shone across his sleeping face, making him appear heavenly; and innocent. His unconscious form shivered, curling up into a fetal position.
I smiled as I placed a blanket of mine on top of him to keep him warm. I bent down to his ear and whispered, "Thank you so much." and lightly pecked his cheek. In his sleep, he smiled.