Olde Robin Hood by Kate Danley

Author:Kate Danley [Danley, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Katherine Danley
Published: 2018-09-19T04:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

"He WHAT?" bellowed the Sheriff.

The sun was harsh as it broke through the narrow windows of Nottingham Castle. The Sheriff paced in his office.

"I don't even know how he knew I was on the road," hissed Abbot William Roundel. "It was late at night, I was dressed as a poor man of the cloth. There was no reason for them to have seized me!"

"And yet... they did."

The abbot narrowed his lids at the Sheriff's accusations. "Believe me, I'm as upset about this as you are. This was your idea. YOU convinced me to create and declare those relics were real. Do you know how hard I worked to sell four hundred pounds worth of teeth from the Virgin Mother and toe bones from the Christ? And I can't create more. We got lucky, but one of my monks is sure to notice if I start digging up bodies again! As if there would be a buyer even if I could! You can only sell so many skulls before parishes start wondering how many heads St. Albans had. So, not only did we lose Sir Richard's land and the profit it would have earned for us AND the money he paid us, all that we collected over the past year has been stolen!" Abbot William threw up his hands with frustration. "Keep your fury to yourself, Sheriff. When the archbishop gets wind of this, I'll find myself up to my ears in archiepiscopal surveys and oversight. I won't be able to sneeze without one of the archbishop's men reporting it back to him. We'll be lucky if the pope doesn't get involved! Believe me, I am more upset than you."

"No, Father, I don't think you are." The Sheriff shoved back his wooden chair and sat down. He rested his elbows on the arms and steepled his forefingers against his patchy, blond mustache as he tried to keep his composure. "I pay my soldiers one pound a year. And you have lost eight HUNDRED POUNDS to Robin Hood!" He slammed his fist down on the table so hard, the papers jumped and inkwells rattled.

The abbot was nonplussed. "He is the devil himself, Sheriff. There are dark spirits around him. I sat there, looking at him, praying every prayer I knew. His eyes glowed red in the firelight and I am sure I saw horns in the shadows."

The Sheriff could not help the chill that ran up his spine.

Seeing the Sheriff's reaction, Abbot William pressed. "He's unnatural. There was no way any natural man could have known I was on the road. He and those two demons he consorts with..."

The color drained from the Sheriff's face. "Demons?"

"You know as well as I do that Sherwood Forest is haunted. How else could a man like him survive this long if he wasn't in league with dark forces?"

Pale, the Sheriff motioned for the abbot to stop. Pushing aside any show of weakness or fear, he snapped, "Well, if he was an emissary of the Dark One, I would expect a man of God, like yourself, could have banished him.

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