Robin and the Sorcerer: Reborn

by Tatootatoo

A continuation of the legend of the famous Robin of Sherwood. For those who were not satisfied with Robin's tragic end at the final of the 2nd series, when he fired his last arrow into the sky and died a brave death. The story continues in England some time later. A story for those who loved and still love the Robin of Sherwood series and the work of Richard Carpenter.

17. Chapter 17

Chapter 17

The guards entered the room and stood silently at the door. Robin prepared to be tied up again, but this time his hands remained free. One of the Baron's soldiers bowed his head slightly and gestured silently towards the door. Robin, a little uncertainly went forward. The doors swung open in front of him and he stepped out, accompanied by a guard. From the outside, it looked like a nobleman had gone to inspect his possessions. They went back the same way they came. Robin had no more thoughts of escape, he was trying to figure out what kind of victim the Baron had prepared for slaughter and realized that it was probably a close friend of Robin's.

As he walked through the dilapidated hall, Robin noticed traces of fresh blood on the floor. He slowed his step, trying to figure out what had happened here.

Through the ruined wall he could see the scarlet autumn sun slanting towards the horizon. The sunset at first flashed bright yellow colors, scattering red highlights on the clouds, gradually the colors thickened and turned to purple shades. Robin froze, unwilling to move, and surprisingly no one rushed him. Robin wasn't thinking about anything, he was just watching. The sun's rays lit up in a fan, adding blue, then dark blue and syzy shades to the sunset, the clouds became voluminous, illuminated from below, resembling the plumage of fairy birds. With one last bright flash, the yellow ball of sunlight painted the horizon in violet-purple tones and disappeared, leaving fading yellow-purple shadows that gradually turned grey and became the color of extinguished embers. Dusk enveloped the hall and a grey shroud lay over everything around them. He had to keep going.

They descended a narrow spiral staircase, turned left, and crossed a dark corridor to the entrance of a columned hall. At their appearance, the monks in dark robes bowed low. This behavior of the Baron's servants was beginning to please Robin. He watched with curiosity as something pleasant tickled in his chest and sort of sparked, adding to his coolness. He had never experienced anything like this before and he didn't like it. There was something alien and unnatural about it. It seems the black magician is trying to dominate his soul and head. He remembered how an elderly woman had once thanked him profusely when they had returned to the people of her village the bread taken away by the sheriff's soldiers. With tears, she kissed his hand, and that pure hot feeling of gratitude without an admixture of humiliation and inequality instantly washed away the unpleasant residue of the bowing of the rabble. Calmly, with a slightly indifferent look, he walked into the hall surrounded by guards.