Caged Robin (used to be Untitled) | By : SherlocksSparrow Category: > Robin Hood Views: 4080 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Three: A First Meeting and Reunion
It had happened again. After the Sheriff had talked about being ‘compensated’, he had joined Robin on the bed. Robin had promptly leapt off the bed, where his face quickly met the floor. The Sheriff had gotten the guards stationed in the hall to chain Robin’s wrists and ankles to the bedposts again. The Sheriff then removed his clothing very slowly, depositing them neatly on the floor.
Robin didn’t want to think about what had happened next, but it had been the same as the last time. Robin thought about Marian, instead. He remembered the first time he had met her.
She had been riding in a carriage with a few of her servants, in the countryside, when the horses suddenly bolted, out of control. The driver tried to get the horses under control, when the carriage hit a large bump and he fell off his seat, onto the grass. Robin was riding his horse and saw the runaway carriage. Marian tried to grab the reins, but slipped and nearly fell out of the carriage. Robin had ridden close to the carriage and grabbed Marian with one hand. He helped her back into the carriage and grabbed the reins.
Robin slowed the horses down and eased them to a stop. He dismounted and opened the carriage door. Marian stepped out of the carriage.
“Thank you very much,” she said, “you saved our lives.”
“You’re very welcome, fair lady,” replied Robin, “what is your name?”
“Marian and what of you?”
“I’m Robin of Loxley.”
“You’re that outlaw everyone talks about,” said Marian, “I’ve seen you in nearby villages.”
“I can only imagine what everyone says,” said Robin.
“It’s not all bad.” Marian tried to be reassuring.
Robin looked doubtful, and she added, “True, not a lot of people have a very high opinion of you, but you do have admirers.”
Will had just arrived.
“Robin, I’ve been looking all over for you!” he exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
“Helping this lady and her servants,” replied Robin, “you can help find their driver and escort him over here.”
Will left to do as Robin asked.
“Who was that?” asked Marian.
“Will Scarlet,” replied Robin, “he’s a friend of mine.”
It didn’t take Will long to find the lost driver and lead him back to the carriage. Once Marian’s carriage was set to continue its journey, Robin and Will rode away. It would be some time before they would meet again.
Robin had never met anyone quite like Marian. She was quite intelligent, and beautiful, with a determinative spirit. She had an extremely hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer, as an example.
Robin’s thoughts were interrupted by the opening of the door. The Sheriff had returned, yet again. Robin looked sourly at the older man.
“What do you want?” Robin asked, crossly.
“What do you think I want, Loxley?” the Sheriff asked.
Robin was in no mood for any of this.
“I think I can guess what it is that you want,” he replied, with his arms crossed over his chest, “but you’re not going to get your way this time.”
“What, pray tell, do you intend to do to stop me?” asked the Sheriff, nearing his captive.
Robin hesitated for a moment. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. The Sheriff took this opportunity to get closer to Robin and before the other man knew what was happening, kissed him.
“Ow!” cried the Sheriff, backing away from Robin.
He couldn’t believe he had just been bitten! The Sheriff stormed out of the room and into the hall. Soon, his guards had come in. Robin’s arms and legs were tied together with rope and he was uncollared.
“Maybe another trip to the dungeon will do you some good,” sneered the Sheriff, as Robin was picked up and escorted out of the Sheriff’s bed chamber.
In the dungeon, Robin’s ropes were untied and he was promptly chained to the wall. The Sheriff took the torture master aside and spoke quietly to him for a minute. The torture master listened and nodded. Then, the Sheriff left, with a few of his men. The others stayed behind; hovering in the background. The torture master approached Robin.
“What?” asked Robin, with a frown.
“I was beginning to wonder if I’d see you again,” said the torture master, “you’ve spent a lot of time with the Sheriff.”
“Never going back will be just fine with me,” said Robin.
“You’re only going to be down here until you become more…compliant,” replied the torture master, “Sheriff’s orders.”
Robin’s eyes widened at this, but his voice concealed his true emotions.
“I can handle torture extremely well, as you may have noticed before,” he said.
“True, but everyone has their limits,” said the torture master, knowingly, “even you.”
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