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

some is the knights'. And we've paid back the widow, so that's fine. It's
all fine. But where's the lesson here? What have we learned from all
this?"
It was as quiet as it would ever be in the Sherwood glade.
Robin laughed again. "What? So quiet? Will, you're never at a loss for
words. Where's the lesson here?"
Will Scarlett stood up. He looked at all that gold and silver, then at his
fellow foresters. "The lesson, Rob? The lesson... The lesson is this.
That money just isn't important --"
"Good, Will! Finally!"
"-- because it's so damned plentiful in Sherwood it practically grows out
of the ground."
The Merry Men laughed.
Robin Hood frowned. "I give up. You lot are hopeless. Let's go get
some ale. I'll buy."
Will Stutly let out a groan. "Walk to the bloody Blue Boar? Again? After
all the walking we've already done?"
Scarlett told him, "It's for a drink, Will. You won't have to kill any
soldiers along the way."
Robin caught Will Stutly by an arthritic hand and hauled him up. "But
before we go, let's get that saddle into the cave so the foxes don't chew
on it. Later on we'll --"
Simon shouted. Underneath the saddle lay a pile of gold coins that
sparkled in the late evening sun.
Robin Hood blinked. "Where did this come from?"
No one knew.


"Aha! Sheriff! Here you are! Drinking in a tavern when you should be on
the road!"
Nicholas, High Sheriff of Nottingham, wrapped his hands around his
tankard and dropped his head on the grimy table. He knew that voice. It
was Amabillia, Widow of Three Oaks, above Derby.
"Is this where you've been all day? Sitting here, a disgrace, while
robbers ride the highway free as the air? Haven't you been after them?
Answer me! Talk to me! Where's my money?"
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