A Return To Happier Pursuits
The rebuilding of the Outlaw's camp was going well. They often joked that every man would be happier living in a tree with the birds.
"And some birds sing a sweeter song than others," laughed Friar Tuck, which immediately brought him to wondering how Robin fared in his search for Marian.
"I do not think it was a great wisdom to leave so suddenly," muttered Little John.
"Robin knows best, and think of the sweet bower he will be bringing his bride home to" replied Much the Millers son, laying his hand against the trunk of his chosen abode.
"I wish I were of such good cheer." Said John, gravely. "I do not expect to see my kin again."
They had forgotten, in their enjoyment of building, the dark situation all around.
"The plague shall not reach us here," offered the Friar." And friend John, if my free speech has caused you pain, I am truly sorry."
"I shall be the more happier when Robin returns to us again."
"As shall we all."
"And in good health," Little John added, "Come, let us find a Doe worthy of roasting."
The men, ten in all, gathered their bows, leaving Will Stutely and The Friar to keep watch at home, promising them both first share of the meat if they could uncover some wine in the meantime.
It was with much regret that Will discovered they had long since finished the last barrel, and he debated with Tuck what to do next.
"By heaven they will be as sour as the dregs in this barrel if we do not have wine before sunset!" Friar Tuck lamented.
"Does Marcus D'Alencon still ferry his casks to Nottingham?" asked Will.
"Thou Gift of the heavens! I had forgot! How oft have we relieved him of his wares on this very road!"
"I feel sure I can relieve him of still more, if you trust me," offered Will, excited at the prospect of finally proving himself a man.
"What, boy? Alone?"
"He will never see me, I will swoop down like an eagle and carry off a cask as he makes his way in that new cart. He fears loss of business more than he fears the plague. I heard his cart this morning, it has a loose wheel. He will return soon"
Friar Tuck was unsure. He knew Robin would never allow it, yet the prospect of Wine from D'Alencon's fine cellars was too great an opportunity to miss.
"Mark me, If I see you not by sunset, then think not to return at all."
"Aye!" Will nodded eagerly, and gathered his own bow, and ran away between the trees.
But Will did not return at sunset.