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

"No. And I don't care anymore. Damn you all."
"Hmmm..." Little John sped up his drilling. "I don't think I believe you. But
this can work out fine. Robin didn't get any gold yet, but we will."
Scarlett laughed. "I thought this wasn't a contest."
"Hush. Let's pack up this baggage. We'll take 'em to Nottingham."
Stutly grunted. "Nottingham? What for?"
"We're going to stuff 'em into a wine press and squeeze out gold."
Scarlett grabbed Roger by the shoulder. "That makes sense."
Roger gasped as his shoulder was wrenched. Wycliff chomped grass.
"Are all you bloody outlaws daft? What's wrong with you? What are you
talking about?"
"You'll see. Get up. I'm thirsty."
Will Scarlett slammed the knight belly-down across his own saddle.
"See? He's not daft at all."


"Mother! Look what I have!"
Amabillia, the Widow of Three Oaks, poked a maid in the shoulder as
the girl stirred an iron pot over a fire. All around stood the burned
wreckage of her house. She stopped in mid-poke as the boy held a bag
aloft.
Alphonse trotted to a halt. He panted, "Here, mum. Here's the gold.
From Robin Hood's men." He thrust the bag into her hands, glad to be
rid of it.
The widow blinked at the heft. She set the bag on a fallen timber and
counted the coins.
"This isn't our gold. There are no florins. It's someone else's. Though
we'll keep it. Where did they get it? Was it Robin Hood did it?"
Alphonse nodded and wiped his cheeks. "Aye. His Merry Men..." He
told her about their intercepting the sheriff.
Amabillia smiled a cold smile. "That's fun. I set the sheriff on the knights'
trail, but I knew he'd slough it off and run for Nottingham." She cackled
some more, then turned to the cook. "Never mind that. Dump it out.
We'll leave now."
For the first time Alphonse noticed the two pack horses hung with sacks
and ironware. "Mother, where are we going?"
"Where do you think? Use your head, Alphie." The widow circled the
horses and tugged at knots. Three servants watched her with slack
hands. "We're going to live with your Aunt Alditha in York. There's
nothing for us here. Now that we have the gold."
Alphonse looked about at the ruins of the manor and barn, at the
tumbledown cottages, at the weedy fields. He pointed to things at
random. "We're leaving? But I've lived here all my life! What about our
home? What about the land?"
Amabillia struggled to mount a horse already piled high. "Oh, for
heaven's sake, Alphie! Shut up! It's only land! Nobody wants that! It's
not worth anything! Now come on!"
She kicked the horse with her skinny heels, and the beast lumbered
forward. The servants trailed, leading the other horse.
Alphonse took one more look around, then followed.