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Authors: Mari AKA Marianne Mancusi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Romance, Love Story, medieval romance, Medieval England, time travel romance, Medieval Britain
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men stand around the fire, but the flames are sure not what's got their attention. Every last pair of eyes is focused on whatever‘s behind the crackling blaze. I follow Robin around the pit for a better glimpse of what all the men have found so enthralling. My eyes widen when I realize what it is. Or rather who it is.
A woman.
I'd peg her as thirty, though the wrinkles around her watery blue eyes make her seem much older. She's blonde, on the heavy side and certainly blessed in the chest department. Sort of a medieval Rebel Wilson. She's wearing a thin, low-cut peasant's dress, her stringy hair pulled back into a bun. Not exactly your stereotypical Penthouse Pet, but the men seem pretty excited all the same. Guess they don't get women much in Sherwood Forest.
Next to her is a small boy. I recognize him immediately as the one I saved earlier from the Sheriffs men. Small world.
"What is the meaning of this?" Robin demands. I glance over at him. His mischievous expression is gone, replaced by a distinctly annoyed scowl. Whoever this woman is, she's clearly not welcome here. A spurned lover, perhaps? Nah, Robin wouldn't date anyone so skanky. Would he?
The woman looks nervous as she bows low to Robin. "I beg yer pardon, good sir,” she says in a quavering voice. "But I be the wife of Much the Miller, one of yer men." She points over to the far corner of the camp where the lookout guy I met earlier is trying to blend into the shadows. I guess his wife's visit was an unexpected surprise for him as well.
That may be so, but what brings you to my lair?" Robin asks, folding his arms across his chest. "You should know strangers are not welcome here. It troubles me greatly that you knew the way to the secret lair to begin with." He shoots an accusatory glance in Much's direction. The miller jumps behind a tree. He is so busted.
"But good sir, I came to thank ye. For savin' the life of me son when the sheriffs men went after him this day. He came home tellin' tales of ye riskin' yer life by attacking one of the sheriffs men's horses, allowin' him his escape."
Robin narrows his eyes, glancing back at me this time. I know what he's thinking: no good deed goes unpunished. But still. I shrug. I mean, what's the big deal? I think it's sweet that the boy's mom came all this way to thank him. Even though technically I should be getting the credit here. Good old heroic Robin was more than ready to let little Much Jr. go through life as Captain Hook to save his own neck. But does he give props to me? Uh, no. Typical man.
" ‘Twas nothing," the outlaw says with a shrug. Yeah, nothing for him, exactly, considering he did nothing. "All in a day's work. Now was that all ye came for? And will ye be leaving soon?"
"Aw, come on, Robin, let them stay for a drink," cajoles Friar Tuck. "We should toast her son's health, we should. Or yours, for being such a brave man and risking yer life to save a lad."
"Aye, Robin, let them stay for a bit of stew." This from Little John. Always thinking about his stomach, this guy. "We have enough left over to feed the entire kingdom and I'm fair sure they must be starving from their long journey."
"A grand idea. And I'll compose a song of your brave rescue," Allan a Dale declares, grabbing his instrument from a nearby rock and strumming an impromptu tune.
"Much the Miller's son attacked a deer,
I think he shot it in the rear.
So the sheriff wanted to cut off his arm
He'd then be useless on the farm—"
"Quiet!" Robin says , looking seriously annoyed at this point. Jeez Louise! What crawled up his ass and died? "We have rules here, and rules for a reason. They shall not be broken nor excepted to. We all signed the sacred code when we first banded together, did we not?"
"But Robin, it's just—"
"No women!" he declares, his eyes flashing. "The Good Lord says they tempted Adam with the apple and surely, if given the option, they will tempt you all as well. They will make you weak and
A woman.
I'd peg her as thirty, though the wrinkles around her watery blue eyes make her seem much older. She's blonde, on the heavy side and certainly blessed in the chest department. Sort of a medieval Rebel Wilson. She's wearing a thin, low-cut peasant's dress, her stringy hair pulled back into a bun. Not exactly your stereotypical Penthouse Pet, but the men seem pretty excited all the same. Guess they don't get women much in Sherwood Forest.
Next to her is a small boy. I recognize him immediately as the one I saved earlier from the Sheriffs men. Small world.
"What is the meaning of this?" Robin demands. I glance over at him. His mischievous expression is gone, replaced by a distinctly annoyed scowl. Whoever this woman is, she's clearly not welcome here. A spurned lover, perhaps? Nah, Robin wouldn't date anyone so skanky. Would he?
The woman looks nervous as she bows low to Robin. "I beg yer pardon, good sir,” she says in a quavering voice. "But I be the wife of Much the Miller, one of yer men." She points over to the far corner of the camp where the lookout guy I met earlier is trying to blend into the shadows. I guess his wife's visit was an unexpected surprise for him as well.
That may be so, but what brings you to my lair?" Robin asks, folding his arms across his chest. "You should know strangers are not welcome here. It troubles me greatly that you knew the way to the secret lair to begin with." He shoots an accusatory glance in Much's direction. The miller jumps behind a tree. He is so busted.
"But good sir, I came to thank ye. For savin' the life of me son when the sheriffs men went after him this day. He came home tellin' tales of ye riskin' yer life by attacking one of the sheriffs men's horses, allowin' him his escape."
Robin narrows his eyes, glancing back at me this time. I know what he's thinking: no good deed goes unpunished. But still. I shrug. I mean, what's the big deal? I think it's sweet that the boy's mom came all this way to thank him. Even though technically I should be getting the credit here. Good old heroic Robin was more than ready to let little Much Jr. go through life as Captain Hook to save his own neck. But does he give props to me? Uh, no. Typical man.
" ‘Twas nothing," the outlaw says with a shrug. Yeah, nothing for him, exactly, considering he did nothing. "All in a day's work. Now was that all ye came for? And will ye be leaving soon?"
"Aw, come on, Robin, let them stay for a drink," cajoles Friar Tuck. "We should toast her son's health, we should. Or yours, for being such a brave man and risking yer life to save a lad."
"Aye, Robin, let them stay for a bit of stew." This from Little John. Always thinking about his stomach, this guy. "We have enough left over to feed the entire kingdom and I'm fair sure they must be starving from their long journey."
"A grand idea. And I'll compose a song of your brave rescue," Allan a Dale declares, grabbing his instrument from a nearby rock and strumming an impromptu tune.
"Much the Miller's son attacked a deer,
I think he shot it in the rear.
So the sheriff wanted to cut off his arm
He'd then be useless on the farm—"
"Quiet!" Robin says , looking seriously annoyed at this point. Jeez Louise! What crawled up his ass and died? "We have rules here, and rules for a reason. They shall not be broken nor excepted to. We all signed the sacred code when we first banded together, did we not?"
"But Robin, it's just—"
"No women!" he declares, his eyes flashing. "The Good Lord says they tempted Adam with the apple and surely, if given the option, they will tempt you all as well. They will make you weak and
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