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They call me Robin, Captured

Posted on October 2, 2020October 2, 2020 by sherifguirguis

“What do you by he was captured?” Eva screamed at Little John. “How was he captured? When? And where were you and the rest of the merry men?”

“Would you please calm down, lady Marion?” Little john made signs with his right hand to stop the torrent that flew at him from Eva’s mouth. “I will explain exactly the details of how Robin got captured, just give me the chance to speak.”

Eva held her head between her hands and stifled a scream. “All right, go on, explain away.”

“After the contest, almost everybody knew how Robin looked like.” Little John bent his hat in his hands as he turned it around continuously. “We tried to ask him to leave the work for us and hide in the forest for some time until things quieted down a bit.”

He took a deep breath. “But he didn’t want any of this. He insisted on going in each heist we did.” He made chocking noise deep in his throat. “He even insisted on giving half of all of our earnings to Friar Tuck. Not that we disagree to this, we only tried to make a third, but he insisted on the half.”

“Please, spare me this debate about your criminal career and go on with how was he captured.” Eva fumed as held the table’s edge with both hands.

“Yes, as i was saying.” Little John swallowed. “Two days ago, a tip came our way that the Sheriff is sending a huge load of gold to Prince John.” He looked through half opened eyes at Eva, hoping to avoid her wrath. “And we planned the heist.”

“Who gave you the tip?” Eva stared at the fidgeting big man with steel eyes.

“Excuse me?” Little John stared at her in disblief.

“I said, loud and clear, who gave you the tip?” Eva’s voice rose up in tone and pitch.

“A travelling minstrel.” Little John looked back at the rest of his men for reassurance, as they hang twenty feet away from Eva, one of them made a sign with his hands that he had to go on. He then looked back to Eva. “It was not so unusual to get tips from travelers and people of the same ilk.”

“Except it was after the contest, and you all knew that the Sheriff was dying to have Robin captured and tried.” Eva whined. “How oblivious are you? And why didn’t he come to me for a second opinion?”

“Ma’ Lady.” Little John whispered. “You were at the Sheriff’s estate, and Robin wanted to go on with business as usual. He even wanted to impress you with such a big heist.”

“He did? Why would he want to impress me?” Eva’s face scrunched in anger.

“I don’t know if you noticed this, but Robin is quite fond of you.” Little John smiled a knowing smile. “The way he looks at you, talks to you, and even the way he mentions your name. I mean your other name, the hidden one.”

“Oh.” Eva looked confused. This was never a part of the plan. The plan was to create a local hero who would inspire the people to support their king when he came back from his imprisonment. The plan never included her feeling for the captured Robin, or his to her.

“Let me think on this and hour or so.” Eva dismissed Little John. “Then I will come up with a plan to release him from his jail, and let the Sheriff dream of a captured outlaw some other night.”

A plan had to be devised, soon, as the Sheriff planned to send Robin to the gallows in another day. Eva held her hang and pressed on the ring that allowed her to communicate with the Chronicler of Agartha hard. She had to explain the whole situation to her, especially the part about how her charge got captured and was about to be killed.

She sighed. If the Chronicler didn’t have a way to spirit the captured Robin out, then all was for nothing.

She felt a strange pain in her chest, one she never felt before. She hoped that this pain will go away, and she also hoped that would never have to feel it again.

From Another World.

If you liked this chapter of this serialized story, be sure to check the prior chapters as well: They call me Robin, They Call Me Robin, Tax Collector, They Call Me Robin, The Good Friar, They Call me Robin, The Sheriff, and They call me Robin, The Contest.

If you want to support this website and the efforts of the authors, please check our published books, and read them as well: Through The Storm, The Eternal Agarthans, The Green Boy, and The Trinity’s Dream.

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