The Hood of Locksley by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780997525663
Google: LU44DQAAQBAJ
Amazon: B01M1IPPAP
Goodreads: 32184408
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2016-09-22T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – Rescue?

I rode out of the gates and to the cover of Sherwood Forest and dismounted. I dropped my dress, bundled it up and lashed it to Yvarie. Then donned my cloak, shouldering my longbow and quiver. I checked the three blessed arrows then pulled my hood down to obscure my face.

I looked into the eyes of my horse. “Get back home girl.”

Yvarie made a nervous rumbling sound, exhaling in a huff. I smiled and patted her flank, and she trotted off into the forest.

I exhaled as I ran out of the forest and across the field toward the Nottingham. I steeled myself, preparing for battle. The moment I was noticed; the alarm would go up. She who was Nature smiled down upon me, I was not seen as I reached the wall off to the side of the gates, the men on watch had their attention toward the games when a horn went off announcing the start of the competition.

I looked around then leapt. I heard a woman cry out as I flipped in the air to land on the walk at the top of the wall. I silently dropped to the ground on the other side before the guards remembered their duty and started patrolling again.

Then I lost myself in the bustling crowd, heading back toward the fields. I could feel the excitement and anticipation in the air. I couldn't make out the criers over the sound of the crowd, but I could imagine they were announcing the start of the competition and the prize the sadistic ruler of the county had put up.

A cheer went up. Then I caught the crier announcing the start of the archery contest. Best of five shots would win. I pushed through the crowd as I heard the archers of different houses being announced.

Arthur of Greeley was called to make his first shot as I burst into the open. I was fifty yards behind the men who were lined up, facing the targets. I had to blink, of the eight men who stood for their houses. Six of them wore green cloaks. I bit back a chuckle, it was a silent protest. They all dressed as the Green Ghost of Sherwood. Maybe I shouldn't have feared being recognized.

The tall, dark haired man, with the sharp goatee, drew back on the string of his longbow. He had impeccable form and confidence about him. I exhaled quickly in frustration, I was too late. In one motion I unslung my longbow, drew and let lose an arrow just as the man released. Moments later, his arrow was splintered in flight and tumbled to the field.

I slipped under the ropes and took a step forward as the crowd gasped and started shouting about the shot I had made. Lord Thomas, who was officiating the match held up a hand to shush the crowd. I glanced up at Gisbourne and the Sheriff who had moved in front of their seats to gaze at me. I snorted when Robert tumbled over the railing when Marion kicked him in the ass from her seat.

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