Robin Hood woke from a light slumber. He blinked, momentarily confused as to his whereabouts. This wasn’t the forest. No. It was a castle. How had he gotten here? Ah yes, last night a horrendous storm had driven the Merry Men and himself indoors. This fortress had been the first place they found.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stared at the glass unicorns hanging over the crib before looking down at his child. Roland had curled himself up at the foot of the bed. A smile flickered over the father’s face. This was the life – being a father. He just wished he was able to give Roland more.
A sound below him startled the thoughts of home life from his mind. He stood, careful not to jostle Roland awake. “Watch over him,” he whispered to Friar Tuck, who’d also camped out in the nursery. “I’ll be back.”
Grabbing his quiver of arrows he threw it over his shoulder. Before he left, he loaded an arrow into the bow. With quick steps, Robin managed the flight of steps in a minute or two. With bow raised the search of the intruder began. Granted, it could have been another Merry Men, but it also could’ve been someone (or something else). It was always wise to be prepared and on guard – particularly when living a life of crime.
He came to the foyer. Two people stood before him. “Halt,” he growled. “Who goes you and why do you trespass on this castle? Tell me your reasons for this visit?” Now was not the time to admit he too was trespassing. For all they knew he was guarding the place and that was fine by him. Mary Margaret