"Clayton Emery - Robin Hood's Treasure" - читать интересную книгу автора (Emery Clayton)

was the only activity. "To here, we thought. To get Robin's treasure."
"Rob-in's trea-sure? What trea-sure?"
"Uh, I don't know. Don't you know about his treasure?"
Much shook his head gravely. "You hungry? Boys are always hungry."
"N-no, I'm not hungry, thank you, milord."
"I'm no man's lord. I'm Much the Mill-er's Son. I get you some food."
Much drew a slim knife and dragged the smouldering deer clear of the
fire. He poked around, hacked with his knife, used his hands and tore a
bloody chunk loose. He dropped it on the grass, speared it, brushed it
off, finally presented it to the boy with black fingers. "Eat. Sit. Wel-come
to camp."
Cnut took the meat and sat cross-legged on the grass. He tried to
nibble at the lump. He wondered how it could be raw and burned black
at the same time. He closed his eyes and bit deep, tried not to spit it
out.
Much sat across from him, too close. He dandled the sharp knife in his
hand. "Why you come here?"
Mouth smeared with blood, Cnut started, "I'm the slops boy at the Blue
Boar Inn. This morning --"
"Boars are black," Much told him. "With grey --" he plucked at his hair
and pulled it around to look at it. "-- hairs."
Very slowly, not eating his meat, Cnut explained what had happened to
Robin Hood. It took a long time. In the end he said, "So Robin Hood is
coming here -- I think -- with the bad men -- here. No, not yet. They're
coming -- to steal your treasure. Robin's gold."
"Gold!" Much exclaimed. He got up and ambled off towards the cave.
Cnut threw his meat into the bushes, wiped his hands on his singed
apron, and followed.
The boy crept into the cave after the idiot. The inside of the hill was very
dark after the sunshine. He waited for his eyes to adjust. He smelt
water and dry stone. The cave was surprisingly large, the ceiling higher
than he could have jumped. Some bulky objects -- barrels and sacks
and a chest or two -- were stacked at the back. That was all. This was
an outlaw's life? Living with idiots in caves in the woods?
Much knelt at the far side of the cave without any light. Cnut heard
digging. Much moved something aside, stomped dirt flat, picked up the
something and headed out. Cnut got out of his way.
Back on the sunny spring grass of the clearing Much brushed dirt off a
small wooden box. It was iron-bound, riveted to be strong, with a hasp
but no lock or even peg. Much pried up the lid and something sparkled
brighter than the sun.
It was silver and some gold, more than Cnut had ever seen, even
working in an inn all his life. There were fat Norman coins with Stephen
and William's heads, and older coins with faces he didn't know. There
were coins stamped with city walls. The silver was black with tarnish,
but thick and round or cut square. When Much closed the box it seemed
like sundown.
"Robin's gold," said the idiot.
"Well, sir Much, I don't know what you should do with it. Except hide it,
maybe. Those robbers are coming soon. They should have been here