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'But Rob,” Mistress Hode pleaded. “I still don’t understand. You just came back to me. Why is it you must leave again? It’s almost Yule, Rob! Your people need you here. What ifthat vicious Shire Reeve returns? What then?”
“Mother,” Robard said calmly. “I don’t know how else to explain it to you. There’s something I must do. Tristan is on an important journey, and Maryam and I promised to see it through to the end. I can’t go back on my word.”
“Mistress Hode,” I said quietly. She glanced at me with tear-filled eyes, which immediately made me feel selfish and ungrateful for the hospitality she had provided us. “I don’t think you’ll have any trouble with the reeve. We gave him a lot to think about yesterday, and I’m sure we’ll be back long before he strikes again. Besides, Tuck and Little John will look after things. They know what to do.” In truth, I had no idea if we would ever return, but I hoped to make her feel better.
Maryam and I sat on horseback as Robard held his mother gently, his big hands on her shoulders. Tears formed in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, and the guilt I felt cannot be described.
The days after our “victory” over Wendenal had been joyous and filled with laughter and celebration. There was music and dancing, and each of the families from the surrounding countryside brought whatever food they had to share with everyone. Will and his men took to the woods and brought back deer and boar, and great feasts were prepared. They built huge fires and sang songs through the night. There were impromptu wrestling matches, with Little John taking on and defeating all who dared challenge him. Tall tales were told by everyone, and the overall feeling was one of happiness and peace, however temporary it might be.
Robard and Little John drank a great amount of ale, and before the night was over, they were sitting by the fire, singing at the top of their lungs, arms around each other, like long-lost brothers. The people of Sherwood who had given us aid when we needed it most had suffered much these last few months, and Robard and his mother saw to it that everyone at least had a full belly.
In gratitude, many of the men pitched in, helping Robard repair his buildings and fences, and with so many extra hands, the Hode place was quickly looking presentable again. And Robard smartly did not let his defeat of the Shire Reeve go to his head.
He explained to all the people of Sherwood what we had seen at Montsegur and how the Cathars had used a horn to signal the approach of trouble. In the following week we built observation towers throughout Sherwood. Little John was able to fashion a cow horn at each station that could be sounded as a warning of the approach of any force. Everyone throughout the forest was instructed to head for the Hode house if the horn sounded three short blasts.
But as we worked, I worried. William Wendenal would be duty bound to report what had happened to his superiors. And in my mind, once word reached the court of Prince John, Sir Hugh would undoubtedly learn of our whereabouts. This would place everyone here in even greater danger. Sir Hugh would come with as many Templars as he could raise, and they would not be so easy to defeat as a few untrained or inexperienced bailiffs.
I could not be here when Sir Hugh arrived and risk danger to any of Robard’s people. But when I told Robard and Maryam I intended to travel on to Rosslyn alone, they would have none of it. I knew better than to try to sneak away: they would just follow me. So we decided to leave together. The hard part was explaining it to Robard’s mother and Tuck.
Tuck had become a hero to the people of Sherwood. Because he was in his monk’s robes, they treated him like a fully ordained priest, even though he could never deliver a Mass or hear a confession. With his potions and herbs, he treated the sick and infirm, and he became their priest in spirit. Some even called him Father Tuck.
When I had said good-bye to him, I pointed to the three of us and made a walking motion with my fingers. I held my hands far apart, indicating I would be gone for a while. I pointed to Mistress Hode and tapped his chest, meaning he should stay with and look out for her. He nodded and clicked and cradled my face in his gentle hands before giving me an enormous hug. Then he saddled Charlemagne and provided us with some cloth bags full of food, potions, cooking utensils and other things we would need.
After Robard swore on his father’s name he would return, his mother finally agreed to let him go. She shook her finger at me. “You’re a fine young lad, Tristan of St. Alban’s, and I don’t know what duty it is what draws you up among the Scots-a horrible people, I might add. But whatever it is, you make sure you bring my Robard back to me in one piece, do you hear?”
“Yes, Mistress Hode, I promise,” I said. Without another word she left us quickly and disappeared inside the house.
As luck would have it, Little John had traveled to Scotland and knew some of the land. On an old piece of parchment, he was able to draw us a crude map. “Rosslyn lies along River Esk, south of Edinborough. Pass around Leeds-I expect you’ll find lots of troops and Templars billeted there-and head north. If you find the River Esk, you’ll find Rosslyn, right enough. But lad, it’s just a tiny hamlet. What takes you there?”
I hemmed and hawed, not knowing what to tell John, and though I trusted him, I would not tell him of the Grail. No need to place his life in danger. He finally held up a hand before I could stammer out a reply. “Don’t bother explaining, Tristan. Not my business anyway. But one more thing: watch out for the clans,” he said.
“Clans?” I asked.
“Aye. The Scots all belong to different clans and most of ’em don’t like each other much. My mother is Scottish, and they nearly cast her out for marrying an Englishman. They brawl amongst themselves like two badgers in a sack. Mean they are, and some of the fiercest fighters you’ll ever see. If they ever got a mind to stick together, they’d push the English right off our mortal soil and into the ocean. But they can’t stop squabbling amongst themselves most of the time. So be careful who you talk to or make friends with, because every friend you make in Scotland makes you an enemy of someone else.”
Wonderful news, I thought. Thank you again, Sir Thomas, for this duty. How many more ways would I find to make enemies?
“John Little,” Robard said, stepping forward. “I thank you for your help. I’m grateful to you for protecting my home and family while I’m gone. I will be in your debt forever.”
Little John didn’t hesitate. He stuck out his hand, and he and Robard shook heartily. “Well, you still do owe me two crosslets for crossing my bridge. But I’m honored to be asked. Don’t worry. I know Will Scarlet is used to running things, and I’ll make sure he believes he still is. But I’ll keep an eye out till you get back.”
Robard mounted his horse and the three of us were ready to leave. The Grail was safe in my satchel and Angel stood nearby, her tail wagging in anticipation of a new adventure.
“John,” I said. “One more favor. Two days hence, I want you to send a few men into Nottingham. Don’t let them get too close to the Shire Reeve, but have them visit the taverns and the marketplace and talk about what happened here. Have them let slip that we’ve headed north toward Scotland. I want word to get back to Wendenal that we’ve left, and hope it will keep Sir Hugh away from Sherwood. I don’t think Wendenal is ready to launch another assault even if he believes we’re gone. He realizes all the people are against him. He’s going to have to wait awhile, to plan and gather his forces. But we need to get Sir Hugh to chase
Little John nodded his giant head. “Not to worry. I know what to do and I’ll see it’s done. If Sir Hugh shows up in these parts, we’ll make certain he takes off after you long before he gets to Sherwood. But are you sure it’s what you want?”
“Yes, it is.” I nodded. With a little salute, I kicked Charlemagne gently in the sides and lumbered forward toward the tree-lined lane leading away from Robard’s home. Robard and Maryam waved good-bye to everyone and their horses loped along beside me. Angel trotted briskly in front of us, her tail wagging and barking excitedly. She sniffed the ground and darted to and fro as we galloped up the lane. We passed beneath the wooden Hode sign and turned our horses quickly north.
It was time to bring an end to this.
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