The next day, Eleanor was awakened by the sound of clanking metal and neighing horses. Pine, already awake, covered her mouth with his hand before she could say a word.

"What's going on?" she asked, slightly muffled.

"Hush," Pine warned. "We're surrounded."

Sitting up, Eleanor looked around, spying a group of soldiers – some of whom she had interacted with before – surrounding the campsite, holding many of the Merry Men bound and gagged.

"Oh dear. What are they doing here?"

Pine thrust his head in the other direction, where the Sheriff was speaking to Rob O', who was also bound, gagged, and held at the tip of his sword.

"Hmph. We already dealt with him," Eleanor groaned, once Pine had moved his hand from her mouth. "There has to be a way we can get closer to hear their conversation."

Pine groaned, loud enough for Gilligan to overhear. Yawning, Gill scratched his side and suggested that he could get close enough to eavesdrop, citing his green coloration. By the time he was close enough, the Sheriff was busy taunting Rob O', poking his belly with one finger.

"Finally! After so much trouble tracking you down, your precious daughter led me right to you!"

"She isn't my child," Rob O' spat.

"Either way, I finally have you! The King will reward me greatly for your capture!"

Rob O' struggled against his bonds, as Gill snuck up behind him, attempting to free him with Eleanor's dagger.

"Of course, this all seems too easy. Me finding you, and you giving yourself up without a fight. There's no challenge in it!" the Sheriff thought, scratching his chin. "Hmm… Tell you what, Rob O'. There's going to be an archery contest held today in the center of Nottingham. If one of your men defeats one of mine, then you and your Merry Men will go free. If not, then perhaps I will take this lovely girl you have to wife. Do we have a deal?"

Gill muffled his cry of shock, then hurried back to Eleanor and Pine. "Did you hear that?! He wants to marry Eleanor if one of Rob O's men doesn't win!"

"Outrageous!" Pine whisper-yelled, clenching his fists. "Surely Rob O' won't agree to such terms?"

Eleanor turned just in time to meet Rob O's gaze as he nodded his head. "Of course he would. He doesn't see me as his daughter; just an asset to his own freedom."

"What seems to be the trouble?" South asked, appearing from behind a bush.

"Father?"

"Forgive the intrusion, I was praying and couldn't help but overhear." He rubbed his chin, thinking of a solution. "This reminds me of when Rob O' had to win the golden arrow, and Mari-An's heart. Perhaps one of you could do the same."

"Do you think… Do you think if I won the contest, Rob O' would consider me as his child?" Eleanor asked, crossing her arms with one hand on her chin.

"You can't enter by yourself, daughter!" South replied, gathering the four together. "We need a few things in order to pull this off…"

"I understand wanting to save Rob O', but this plan of yours is ridiculous," Pine grumbled, tugging on his outfit.

"My plan? Surely not," South replied with a subtle grin.

Each of them would enter the contest in a different color: Eleanor in brown, Gill in red, Pine in yellow, and South in blue. Whoever won would rescue Rob O'. As Eleanor and South placed a faux beard on her face, Gill looked across the field worriedly.

"You three he may not recognize, but what about me? I'm not exactly hard to miss."

"True, there is a chance he could see straight through us," South replied.

"Stay as far away from each other as possible and try not to communicate. We'll stick it to that old fleabag one way or another," Pine said with a stretch. Eleanor snickered at the use of her nickname, but South was still concerned.

"I've never held a bow, let alone used one."

"Just try your best," Gill said. "I haven't used one either."

The faux hair tickled Eleanor's nose, causing her to give quite the unladylike sneeze. Pine snickered behind his hand but stopped short when Eleanor glared at him. After a moment of preparation, the four emerged onto the field, taking their respective places. The Sheriff made himself comfortable in the royal viewing box sitting next to King Thomas, a polar bear who paid no attention to his attempts of conversation. As the oblivious and boastful Sheriff continued, the archers took their positions in front of their respective targets. Preparing an arrow to loosen, Eleanor saw the Sheriff rise to make an opening speech. After the Sheriff droned for a few minutes, eliciting groans and jeers from his captive audience, the flustered ox introduced his majesty, King Thomas. All who were present bowed and cheered in respect, except for the archers.

Eleanor, from her position, could see a hint of darkness in the polar bear's eyes, and shuddered. I shan't bow to the likes of him…

"Begin the contest," he ordered nonchalantly with a wave of his hand. Moving into position, Eleanor focused her eyes upon the red and white targets, the only things saving Rob O's life – and her hand.

"Ready… aim… fire!"

A volley of arrows shot forward as the Sheriff lowered his arm. Many archers attempted the task with some success, while others simply could not shoot straight enough ahead to hit the target at all. It was a spectacular sight to see as one by one, archers' colors were removed from the flagpoles.

As Rob O' watched, scowling, from his bonds, only three archers remained in the contest: Eleanor, Pine, and a young male swallow called Edward. The final three targets were larger than the rest, with the rings much closer together. Pine was eliminated first, as he missed the bullseye by three rings. Edward tried second, making it three short lengths above the bullseye. The crowd cheered in a frenzy, but quieted once Eleanor walked up to the third target. Taking a deep breath, she thought about how far she had come and how much she wanted to prove herself to Rob O'. Opening her eyes, she let her arrow go as fast as she could, striking the bullseye. Her victory stirred the crowd into hysterics, cheering and clapping until their hands began to hurt.

Getting up from his throne, King Thomas made his way down to the field to congratulate the victor.

"I must say, young man, that was quite a stunning victory! Your archery prowess rivals that of my finest men, and that Rob O', of course. Might I have your name?"

The paste holding Eleanor's disguise together slid down her face, and her faux beard fell to the dusty arena ground. Her head held high, Eleanor ignored the gasps as she faced the king.

"I am Eleanor of Eagle's Landing, and I am here to free my father."