He finally reached a spot where the tree branches split off into two massive limbs, reached inside a hollow in the trunk of the tree and removed a small bundle wrapped in some kind of cloth, and then another, dropping them where they were carefully caught by one of Will’s men. As Allan scampered down, the other men unwrapped each of the bundles to reveal perhaps three dozen arrows.
I shook my head in amazement as Robard and Will and the rest replenished their wallets with a fresh supply of shafts. I marveled at their ingenuity.
Shortly after nightfall, we rode back into the yard of the Hodes’ manor house. Mistress Hode was overcome with relief as she ran down the steps and pulled Robard into a hug so strong that Robard cried out in pain.
“Oh! Easy, Mother, I’m a little bruised up,” he said, trying to smile.
As quickly as she embraced him, she stepped free and then whacked him hard across the cheek.
“Ow! What was that for?” he cried.
She smacked him again, but he saw that one coming and put up his arms to block her.
“You stubborn, pigheaded, foolish man! Just like your father, only you are worse! What were you thinking to give me such a fright? Riding off to get yourself killed when you’ve just come back to me? I should cut me a length of birch and give your thick hide the tanning it deserves!”
Robard looked sheepish.
“You are thane now, Robard. Your folk look to you for guidance and protection the very same way they did your father and his before him. And what is it you do first chance you get? Traipse off to pick a fight. You’re lucky he didn’t hang you!” She had worked up a real temper, and Robard soon realized there was nothing to do but let her run it out.
“I’m sorry, Mother,” Robard said quietly. This brought another rain of blows, which he tried to duck beneath as much as his sore body would allow.
“I’ll show you sorry! I’ve met horses what have more sense than you! I can’t do it, Robin boy. I lost your father, and I’ll not lose you,” she cried, and with tears on her cheeks, she ran back to the house.
We stood there in shocked silence, and then Maryam faced Robard.
“I haven’t seen her so angry since-” but he never got to finish his thought, for Maryam’s right fist came out of nowhere and connected with the point of his chin. Completely unprepared, Robard flew backward, landing on the cold ground.
“I agree with everything your mother said. And if you ever do anything like this again, you’ll wish you were back in that cell.” She left him sprawled on the ground and followed Mrs. Hode into the house.
Little John was suddenly consumed with a coughing fit, which sounded an awful lot like muffled laughter behind his giant fist. Robard gazed up at me in wonderment, hoping for some kind of explanation.
“Don’t look at me,” I said as I helped him to his feet. “Grew up in a monastery, remember?”
Robard shrugged and tried to stretch his aching back. He had a serious look on his face, but was clearly happy to be home.
“Mr. John Little,” Robard said, putting out his hand, “I owe you an apology. You stood by us, and came to my aid in Nottingham when I did nothing to deserve it. Tristan, as usual, was right about you.”
Little John took Robard’s hand with no hesitation. “No harm, lad. What happened on that old bridge is behind us as far as I’m concerned. But now you’re safe home, and I’d best be moving on.”
“About that,” Robard interrupted. “You’re welcome to stay if you like. As you can see, there’s work needs to be done here. A man with a steady hand could find plenty to do. Tristan and Maryam and I will be leaving for a short while, and I’d like someone to keep an eye on things. Will’s a good man, but he belongs in the fields and forest. There’s no pay, but you’ll have food and a roof over your head, if you’re willing. Whenever there’s real money to be had, I give you my word you’ll be treated fairly.”
Little John didn’t need to take long to consider Robard’s offer. “Best offer I’ve had in a while.” They shook hands. “If you don’t mind, I’d like to begin. I think I’ll have a look at your forge in the barn. Tristan, I expect after what happened in town, you and Robard here have a lot to talk about. So maybe you can tell Tuck to come with me, and we’ll take stock and see what needs to be done before the Shire Reeve shows up.”
There wasn’t much daylight left, but I took Tuck’s hand and pointed to Little John and the distant barn, and he immediately understood. He took Charlemagne by the reins and followed obediently.
“He’s right,” I said, glancing after them. “We have to get ready, Robard. The Shire Reeve will be coming after us. He won’t allow what we did to go unpunished. And I’m sure he’ll send word to the court of Prince John asking for funds to raise more bailiffs. He’ll offer a reward for the both of us. And if news of our exploits reaches the court, you know it will be whispered into Sir Hugh’s ear.”
I felt guilty. Remembering what Sir Hugh had done to St. Alban’s, even before he knew I had the Grail, made me shudder. The thought of his bringing vengeance down on Robard and his family was more than I could bear.
“It might be best if I left,” I said. “If I head out on my own and make myself visible, make a trail for Sir Hugh to follow, he might not come here. It would still leave you to handle the Shire Reeve. Maybe it might be better for everyone if you took your mother and found a place to hide in the forest.”
Robard stared at me, disgusted.
“Are you mad? First, I will never give up Hode land without a fight. Second, you wouldn’t last a day trying to make your way out of here to the north through Scotland alone. Now listen to me, for this is the last time I’m going to say it. I made a promise to you, swearing to be with you to the end. Nothing has changed. Not some Shire Reeve or Sir Hugh or anything else will come between us and finishing our job. Are we clear?”
My eyes nearly watered, but I nodded.
“Good. It’s settled. Come with me, there’s something I want to show you,” he said. “But first, I also want to apologize for what happened in the barn this morning. It’s just. . I knew you’d talk me out of it, and I was so blind with anger, I couldn’t let you. It was all I could think to do. I hope you’ll forgive me,” he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, assuring him I did.
We strolled up the steps of the porch and entered the house. Inside the door was a series of pegs made from deer antlers where Robard hung up his bow and wallet. I removed my swords and followed him into the main room where I’d slept the night before. At the far end stood a fireplace, and above it a large sword rested on two wooden pegs.
Robard pulled the sword down and handed it to me. It was old-I could tell by the worn leather of the hilt and the marks and nicks upon the steel. But the edge was still sharp, and I felt the heft of it in my hand. It was not as large as Sir Thomas’ battle sword, but it had once been a fine weapon.
“This sword belonged to my grandfather’s grandfather,” Robard said. “He carried it at Hastings when Harold took on Willy Bastard. It was luck and treachery that brought victory to the Norman swine that day.”
“It’s beautiful,” I said. Robard took it back from me.
“Yes it is, and it has hung here since he returned more than one hundred years ago. We Hodes have always answered the call of King and Country even when the king is a wretch, like the Lionheart.” Robard spat in the fireplace at the mention of Richard. “My family has lived on this very spot for hundreds of years. My ancestors pushed back Viking raiders and we fought willingly with the Saxon kings. But William changed everything. Still he won the fight and called himself King, and we Hodes swore our allegiance and continued to support the crown. My father used to say there wasn’t a Norman king worth half a crosslet until King Henry II. Yet we did our duty. Father said, ‘You fight for the throne, not always the man who sits on it.’ And when we couldn’t pay the taxes the crown asked of us, we made an agreement and honored it. I served and gave the Lionheart two years of my life for forgiveness of my father’s debt.”
“I’m not sure I understand your point, Robard,” I said.
“My point is this: I rode into Nottingham aflame, ready to strike down William Wendenal for what he’d done to my father. Like I usually do, I went straight at him full of anger and not thinking. His bailiffs clubbed me down and threw me in his jail with the rest of my countrymen and he took joy in quoting the law to me. It was taxes this and levies that and those of us in those cells were nothing but ignorant peasants who weren’t entitled to anything but what the crown grants us, if that.” He held the sword up so I could see it clearly.
“William Wendenal will come for me in force, and I’ll beat him back, make him wish he’d never heard the name Hode. But my defeating him won’t solve a thing. While I sat there in the jail cell, I realized the law is on his side. No matter what I say or do, it’s what’s written down that matters. And I can’t fight it, because I don’t even know what I’m fighting. You have to understand your enemy before you can defeat him, and my enemy is not the
