Chance Meeting (closed)
Who: Much and Hilla
What: Much runs into Hilla while hunting for dinner
Where: Near the road to Nottingham
When: November 18th, late afternoon
Now that the small supply of food Marian had brought to the camp was gone, the task of feeding the outlaws once again fell on Much’s shoulders. And once again, there were six mouths to feed instead of five. That would take some getting used to.
Much sighed. He wanted Robin to be happy, and the more time he spent with Marian, the happier he was. But the more time he spends with her, the less he spends with me, he thought glumly.
He knew that when it was all over, when the Sheriff was defeated and the King had returned to England, Robin and Marian would be married. Much had told himself that he would wish them well, though it would mean the end of his and Robin’s friendship as it had once been. It seemed that end would come sooner than he had expected.
Suddenly, his boot caught on something hard and his legs went out from under him, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. As he climbed to his feet and brushed the twigs and leaves off his trousers, a squirrel darted across the forest floor, but before he could ready his bow, it was out of sight.
He realized he had wandered quite a distance from the camp; he was near the road to Nottingham. Forcing himself to put all thoughts of Robin and Marian aside, he nocked an arrow and set off in pursuit of the outlaws’ prospective meal.
What: Much runs into Hilla while hunting for dinner
Where: Near the road to Nottingham
When: November 18th, late afternoon
Now that the small supply of food Marian had brought to the camp was gone, the task of feeding the outlaws once again fell on Much’s shoulders. And once again, there were six mouths to feed instead of five. That would take some getting used to.
Much sighed. He wanted Robin to be happy, and the more time he spent with Marian, the happier he was. But the more time he spends with her, the less he spends with me, he thought glumly.
He knew that when it was all over, when the Sheriff was defeated and the King had returned to England, Robin and Marian would be married. Much had told himself that he would wish them well, though it would mean the end of his and Robin’s friendship as it had once been. It seemed that end would come sooner than he had expected.
Suddenly, his boot caught on something hard and his legs went out from under him, bringing his attention back to the task at hand. As he climbed to his feet and brushed the twigs and leaves off his trousers, a squirrel darted across the forest floor, but before he could ready his bow, it was out of sight.
He realized he had wandered quite a distance from the camp; he was near the road to Nottingham. Forcing himself to put all thoughts of Robin and Marian aside, he nocked an arrow and set off in pursuit of the outlaws’ prospective meal.