Everyone living in the kingdom and the country was told by King Eldred that the outlaw Robin Hood would be killed by he himself. The poor people whom Robin had helped did not want Robin to be killed, but there was no vote. The King hated Robin Hood, for he had made many problems in the kingdom of Norrington. The rich people weren’t fond of him, either. They hated the insanely horrible things Robin used to do to the kingdom and rich people of the country, and only for the people who owed a debt, or slaves, or really poor people. Robin was somewhere out there hiding, knowing that they were finally out to get him, and not just to threaten him again like they have over fifteen times in the past four years.
He would steal the most valuable things in the kingdom and give them to the poor, so then the humble people with no money could eventually be rich.
“Sir, you shouldn’t be the one killing him, for he is a powerful outlaw. It is possible he could have a plan to kill all of us! For he is a great archer.” The Sheriff said to the King.
“Sheriff! For the tenth time, I will be killing the outlaw, for he stole my diamond from my wife that she gave me before she died, so it is so very obvious that it is my job! If something happens to me, you’ll be in charge until someone else becomes king. Do you understand, Sheriff?” King Eldred said, irritated.
“Yes sir.” The Sheriff said, and ran out to the peoples who were wondering how King Eldred was going to kill Robin.
“The King will torture the outlaw himself!” The Sheriff said to all the people loud and clear. It was all silent, then loud cheer from the crowd. Some of the cheers were happy, and some were upset and angry. Not everyone wanted this fugitive to be gone forever.
Robin chewed on some dried meat and bread he stole from the kingdom’s kitchen that he didn’t give away but kept for himself. He thought about the news little 10 year old Sandra, the poor girl whom he gave food to every day, told him about King Eldred wanting to kill him. It was a good thing he was keeping these poor people alive, for he cared about them more than his life.
He realized Sandra hadn’t come yet today. Her parents lived across the other side of the ocean, and she was taken captive and released here, but refused to live with him because she wanted everyone she met to think she was a big girl who could live on her own. But she couldn’t live on her own. She didn’t know it, but she relied on Robin for food, clothes, and shelter. Robin built her little home and gave her food every day.
Good thing he knew where Sandra slept, because he was worried about her.
He walked the short walk to get there and arrived to see Sandra sleeping. He didn’t wake her up, but left her food and his little metal bucket he stole from the well full of fresh water. He put his signature on it so she knew it was from him. He couldn’t stay home today, for he had to go. Just as he was leaving, she awoke and stopped Robin from leaving.
“Robin, is that you? Robin?” Sandra asked.
Robin turned around and faced her. When Sandra saw it was him, she smiled.
“Hi Robin. Why did you come here instead of having I to go to you like always?” She asked.
“Sandra, today I have a busy day, so I brought you extra in case I’m not at my home tomorrow. So please, just stay here and don’t get yourself in any trouble.” Robin said, then left before Sandra could ask any more questions.
He bolted to the kingdom to spy on the King and see what his plans specifically were. He found then hid in a great spot and listened to King Eldred’s meeting with the Sheriff.
“King, I don’t think it’s a good idea to be killing this fellow. Why don’t we ask a truce with him and give him loads so he’ll never come back? Besides, who knows how far away he hides every night? Does he have a home? A family? Is he poor or rich?” The Sheriff asked.
“Sheriff! I can handle it myself. We are going to capture him tomorrow morning at dawn, and then we will kill him before he has time to aim any arrows or even pull out a sword. It is settled!” The King said, then walked out of the room. The Sheriff didn’t leave, though. He paced back and forth, mumbling to himself about Robin and how he didn’t want anything to do with this.
“Why, Sheriff, you look mighty fine today!” Robin said as he climbed down from his hiding place. The Sheriff gasped.
“You were in here the entire time, Robin Hood?” The Sheriff asked, surprised yet angry. “My, my, if only the king were in here to see you. Well, mister Robin Hood, you’re going to have to come with me to your dungeon cell until tomorrow.” The Sheriff held out his hand sarcastically.
“That sounds fun, but I’ll just stick to my normal routine of escaping instead.” Robin grinned mischievously and jumped out the window. He landed on part of the roof, and ran to his home as quick as he could to prepare. He sure didn’t want to be killed!
He ran inside Sandra’s home once he arrived, but Sandra wasn’t there. He suddenly felt a poke on his back. He turned.
“Robin, why did you go to the kingdom when you knew you might be captured?” Sandra asked.
“Did you follow me?” Robin asked.
“Yes, I sometimes follow you and I know you steal from the kingdom just for me and the other poor people in the country. Please don’t!” Sandra exclaimed. “I don’t want to be an outlaw too when I’m only ten years old!”
“Sandra, it is getting late. I must go home before the knights come out and begin their nightly search. So go to sleep now.” Robin tried to dash out but Sandra stepped in front of the little doorway.
“Robin, I need to know why you steal.” Sandra said. He never saw this maturity in her.
“Because I care about you. I care about you, and the poor people, and I hate the way the king treats you. They pretend you are animals, and you are people just like them. So I’m going to leave now.” Robin picked up Sandra, and tossed her in her bed like a sack of potatoes and bolted to his home before the king could find him.
To be continued…