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

money did you get?"
It stayed quiet.
Little John rocked his makeshift staff to thump the ends on the ground.
"I wonder if anyone else is forming an outlaw band in this forest this
year."
Robin laughed. "What? What are you talking about?"
Stutly lay on his back with his eyes closed. "I'm hungry. Do we have to
eat that horse? The meat'll be bitter."
Robin Hood went on. "You don't have to fret about anything you did,
John. Getting the widow's money was wonderful. Selling the knights'
tackle in Nottingham was a very clever idea and an apt punishment. And
the sheriff robbing us is a great joke. Getting away safe is even better."
The way he said it, so jolly and gay, made the Merry Men feel much
worse. "By the way, how much did you get for the tackle?"
Will Scarlett piped up. "You won't believe, Robin. This one here only got
--" He stopped, shrivelled under a murderous glare from Little John.
"Uh... John got near to a hundred marks for the knights' gear. Just the
gear alone. The horses we -- uh -- gave to the boy to give to his poor
widowed mother to keep her from the cold."
"Horses to keep her from the cold? What are you babbling about? And
hadn't you already sent the boy on his way with the money? No? Well, it
doesn't matter anyway..."
Simon called, "Here's Much."
The foresters watched as their idiot friend rolled out of the woods and
up the small slope towards them. Much the Miller's Son walked right by
the dead horse and knight without blinking. He sat down with a thud. He
greeted everyone by turn, as if he hadn't seen them for weeks. "Hul-lo,
Rob-in. Nice to see you back."
"Thank you, Much, thank you. It's good to see you and good to be back.
But where have you been?"
The idiot pointed towards the woods. "Out."
"What were you doing?"
"Walk-ing."
"Good. Walking is good. But Much, did you dig up our treasure?"
"Trea-sure?"
"Gold?"
"Gold!"
"Yes, Much. Gold. Did you take it?"
Much nodded. "No. Dead man took it. In a skirt."
"What? You mean a shirt? This shirt here?"
Much patted his thighs. "Skirt."
"Who was he?"
"Peter."
"A dead man -- named Peter -- wearing a skirt -- dug up our treasure?"
"Yes."
Simon shuddered. "Maybe he met a saint. Maybe it's a miracle."
Robin grunted. "It'll be a miracle if we figure this out."
They talked some more, but eventually gave up. Robin Hood said, "I'm
sure -- fairly sure -- part here is our treasure. I think I recognize this
cracked sovereign. And I know some of this is the sheriff's money and