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

The sheriff wanted to cry. "Goddamn you, wolfshead! You've no right!"
"You don't like it, become a shoemaker! Now I've had a long day,
Sheriff! Leave your money and go! Your men can keep theirs!"
Nicholas shook his head. He tugged out a purse (Little John's) and set it
on the saddlebag. He pointed. "It's all here!"
The archer waved a long bow. "Our Lady thanks you!"
Unable to go forward, Nicholas of Nottingham mounted yet another
horse and turned back towards nowhere. It didn't make any difference
which way he went today.
Robin Hood dismounted and tied his horse to a branch. He moved
away, crouched, and waited for thirty minutes. Finally he walked around
wide, back to the road. He watched for soldiers, but they couldn't hide
in his woods. He took the purse, the saddlebags, and a shirt full of
mostly silver.
He took the saddle as well. "Should be able to sell this to someone."


"Hoy!"
Little John and the rest sat under a tree, just lolling, not talking, when
Robin Hood staggered into camp. He came up to them and dropped
several loads: saddlebags, a pouch, a shirt full of money, Little John's
purse.
Little John frowned. "Where have you been?"
Robin went for a drink at the stream. "Out and about. Adventuring.
Where have you been?"
"Nowhere."
"You've sat here all day?" No one answered. "Surely that's not possible.
The sheriff told me you robbed him once."
Little John and the others just stared at the pile of loot. Robin Hood
went behind some bushes and produced yet another bag to throw on
the pile.
The giant said, "Well... we did that."
Robin flopped down on the grass, but grunted and reached into his shirt
for more money. "I forgot. I sold a knight's horse and saddle to Ned for
forty marks, and threw in the sheriff's saddle." He slapped his friend on
the knee. "Now come, John. Tell me what you did. Please."
"Well... we captured them robber knights."
"Oh. Good."
"We delivered them to the sheriff."
Robin plucked up a blade of grass to chew on. "Good."
"And we recovered the widow's money and gave it to her son."
"Good. Very good."
"Is that all you can say? `Good?'"
"No. Tell me the rest."
They did. Robin listened, then said, "You want to hear what I did?"
No one answered, so he told his story. He finished with, "And on the
way back, on the Meadow Trail, I found the oldest robber dead. Just
fell over, I suppose. He had a purse on his belt. So that's it. I must have
been picking up after you all day."
He laughed, alone. Everyone else was quiet. Robin asked, "How much