Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - Return to Sherwood Forest
Episode Date: November 15, 2023Narrator: Thomas Jones 🇬🇧 Writer: Alicia Steffann ✍️ Featuring an expanded soundscape, including sounds of the woodland, wildlife, camp ambience, rivers, bonfires and more! Includes mentions... of: Food, Autumn, Winter, Fire, Walking, Animals, Beverages, Ice & Snow, Birds, Darkness, Music, Forest at Night, Humour, Folklore, Literature & Literary History. Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, in a follow up to 'Dreams of Sherwood Forest', we return to Robin Hood's secret glen, deep in the English woods. The season has changed and there are new tales to be told. Luckily, you’ll have the best seat by the fire for the entire evening. 😴 Watch, listen and comment on this episode on the Get Sleepy YouTube channel. And hit subscribe while you're there! Enjoy various playlists of our stories and meditations on our Slumber Studios Spotify profile. Support our Sponsors - Canva. At Get Sleepy, we absolutely love Canva for Teams - the easy-to-use design platform that has everything you need to make amazing, standout visual content. Visit canva.me/getsleepy for a FREE 45-day extended trial of Canva for Teams! Check out other great products and deals from Get Sleepy sponsors: getsleepy.com/sponsors/ Support Us - Get Sleepy’s Premium Feed: https://getsleepy.com/support/. - Get Sleepy Merchandise: https://getsleepy.com/store. - Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/get-sleepy/id1487513861. Connect Stay up to date on all podcast news and even vote on upcoming episodes! - Website: https://getsleepy.com/. - Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/getsleepypod/. - Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/getsleepypod/. - Twitter: https://twitter.com/getsleepypod. Get Sleepy FAQs Have a query for us or need help with something? You might find your answer here: Get Sleepy FAQs About Get Sleepy Get Sleepy is the #1 story-telling podcast designed to help you get a great night’s rest. By combining sleep meditation with a relaxing bedtime story, each episode will guide you gently towards sleep. Get Sleepy Premium Get instant access to ad-free episodes, as well as the Thursday night bonus episode by subscribing to our premium feed. It's easy! Sign up in two taps! Get Sleepy Premium feed includes: Monday and Wednesday night episodes (with zero ads). The exclusive Thursday night bonus episode. Access to the entire back catalogue (also ad-free). Extra-long episodes. Exclusive sleep meditations. Discounts on merchandise. We’ll love you forever. Get your 7-day free trial: https://getsleepy.com/support. Thank you so much for listening! Feedback? Let us know your thoughts! https://getsleepy.com/contact-us/. That’s all for now. Sweet dreams ❤️ 😴 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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Welcome to Get Sleepy, where we listen, we relax, and we get sleepy.
My name is Thomas, thanks so much for joining me tonight.
In a previous episode, we went on a dreamy excursion into Sherwood Forest,
where we spent an enchanting evening listening to stories by the fire with Robin Hood and his
band of merry outdoors. Tonight we'll get to go back to that secret glen, deep in the English woods.
to that secret glen, deep in the English woods. The season has changed and there are new tales to be told.
Luckily, you'll have the best seat by the fire for the entire evening.
I've also created an expanded soundscape to accompany the scenes of this tale, so I hope you can feel even more
immersed in this story. And by the way, if you missed our first enchanting visit to Robinhood's
hideaway, don't worry, this one will be just as enjoyable, and you can always go back and listen to the first one at a later
time. Both were beautifully written by Alicia
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Now my friends, close your eyes if you haven't done so already.
And just allow your breathing to slow down to a pace that feels relaxed and reassuring
to you.
You may need a little extra help to let go of niggling thoughts that often play on our
minds at night.
So just try to picture yourself outside on a warm sunny day, looking up at the sky and watching the gentle clouds float by.
That scene is just like your mind.
The ever-present blue sky dotted with clouds as they move by, just as your mind observes the thoughts that come and go, as if drifting
on a breeze. Separate any sense of those thoughts, being intrinsically part of you and simply become the observer.
Whatever thoughts present themselves, you can just smile and watch as they drift by, as if they were clouds in that beautiful blue sky.
Even if you feel a heavy burden of thought, your mind remains the observer, just as the sky remains ever present behind her clouds.
Eventually, all clouds float away, out of sight, and the sky becomes clear.
Let your breathing steadily continue at a natural pace while you enjoy tonight's story. And now, picture a quiet afternoon in late autumn when the first hint of winter is just barely noticeable
in the air. You are standing on a country road that winds through the depths of the English forest.
You sense that you've been here before.
Although the season has changed and the scenery is different, you recognize this as Sherwood Forest, where you once had an adventure in your dreams.
Finding yourself in this familiar place, you are filled with happiness and anticipation.
How many nights had you wished to return here?
How many times, as you drifted off to Dreamland, had you fervently hoped to find yourself
once again, making your way to Robin Hood's secret enclave?
Inherits secret enclave. Tonight you are finally being rewarded with another visit.
It's late in the autumn.
You can see that from the mood of the forest, where it once embraced you with fresh leaves and wild flowers.
It now stands regally with silent beauty.
Now that it's stripped of the lavish decorations of spring, you can feel its steadfast wisdom. As the woodland trees and animals
prepare to slumber for the winter, nature follow a familiar winding trail into the trees.
The canopy of leaves that sheltered this path in the summer is gone. With only a few exceptions, millions of them have let go of their branches in shades of red,
brown and gold.
Now that they are in deep piles on the woodland floor. The bright sunshine reaches through the bare trees from
overhead. It slants downward, causing the trees to stand in stark relief against the blue The aura it creates is golden, but not warm, a trick of the eye.
You can tell that someone has been visibly pushed to the side.
You are thankful for those who have gone before you, because you will be able to follow
the trail better. Even so, there are more leaves drifting into your path with every passing moment.
They make a soft, shushing sound as you walk.
The deliciously crisp air is bracing.
You breathe deeply and it cleanses your lungs, filling your nose with the wonderful smell
of fallen leaves. You feel invigorated, but oddly, you are not cold at all.
You pass through a strand of silver birch trees.
Like a work of art, they saw collectively into the air, creating vertical lines of light and shadow.
Looking down near the ground, you see some of their trunks dotted with red toadstalls. to whimsical decoration for these elegant grey and white giants.
The smallest branches move ever so slightly in the breeze, making a faint sound,
as if the forest is singing all around you.
the forest is singing all around you. The trail you are following moves beyond the birch trees to an area of thick underbrush. Hollywood bushes add an unexpected burst of colour. Their verdant green leaves are spotted with cheerful red berries.
Although you walk quietly, the russing of the leaves under your feet sends a pair of robins flying out of the bush next to you.
They saw Rappwood, and you watch their silhouettes as they flap their wings against the sky. You begin to hear the sound of a waterway up ahead.
A river comes into view with a beautiful, cascading waterfall.
The water runs more sluggishly now than it did in the summer, as parts of the river are beginning
to freeze. The result is delicious shiver of anticipation.
Winter will be here very soon.
You find large flat stepping stones that lead to the other side.
They are grey and smooth and free of ice.
Hopping lightly from one to the other, you confidently make your way across.
You have a feeling it will not be long until you reach your destination.
And your hoping there is a warm drink awaiting you.
As you follow the winding trail through more holly bushes, you wonder if they are sheltering
any sleeping head shocks.
The temperatures are cold enough now for the retund little animals to be hibernating
under them. You're a little tempted to go exploring in the leaves and find out.
But you know that this would be extremely inconsiderate to the sumbering forest creatures.
You are, after all, a privileged visitor. Lifting your chin with dignity, you see some of the smooth tree limbs bearing crowns of mistletoe.
A flock of finches takes to the air, forming little shadows against the light. There is safety in numbers in the winter woodland, and they will forage together for seeds and
berries.
You turn and once again face the winding trail ahead of you.
A light breeze blows a little cyclone of brown leaves across your path, as numerous as
the tiny feeding birds above your head.
Within moments a few paces farther on, a beautiful red fox appears in the road.
On a freight, it sits right in the center of your path and curls its tail around its feet. It regards you with its intelligent, glittering eyes as you freeze in place.
You don't move.
You hardly exhale for fear of scaring away the beautiful wild creature.
It turns and begins to trot down the path ahead of you.
Without hesitation, you follow.
For a time, you are trailing the fox. It weaves gracefully between boulders and up and down dips in the path.
It hops over protruding tree roots.
However, even as you focus on keeping pace with your animal guide, you're distracted by
the haunting strains of music.
Yes, you can identify the sound of a harp, a drum, a flute. You stand and look around you in the woods.
When you turn your gaze back to the path, the fox is gone. A bountaur in chelief dances across your path, sailing galey on a gust of chilly
november wind. You confidently increase your speed on the trail, heading straight for the source of the music. You walk around a few
boulders then under some low-hanging tree branches.
Finally, you deftly traverse the last few steps. And then, you are there.
Robin Hood's hidden camp in the forest opens up before you.
The sight of it almost takes your breath away. This secluded Glen manages to have a feeling of cozy secrecy,
even though it is a rambling and impressive settlement. You wonder to yourself if you should even call it a camp. It's more a collection of tree houses and tents than it is a village to be sure.
But it feels like such an organic part of the woodland that it has an undeniable permanence.
This is no fly-by-night campground. No, it feels as if it has been here
a hundred years. And will be here for a hundred more. There is an undercurrent of excitement coursing through the area.
You can feel it.
It's not a party exactly, but people are bustling, too, and fro, in preparation for what appears
to be a feast.
A group of Robinhoods men are tending to some horses off to their side.
And there are several robed figures who appear to be holy men,
standing in a group nearby.
Some of the capable ladies of the camp are directing them towards
benches that encircle a roaring bonfire. Meanwhile, a robust beardarded man in green appears to be warmly welcoming these mysterious-looking
men to his feast.
You know by the host's rakeish stance and the familiar twinkle in his eye that he is none
other than Robin Hood.
You feel a bit shy about intruding, but you don't need to worry.
Within moments one of Robin Hood's men has spotted you, and he waves amably as if you're an old friend. Then he motions
to their seats by the fire. You recognize him from your last visit many months ago. It's as if no time has passed.
You are welcomed back into the fold.
You nod your head in thanks and make your way to the company seated at the heart of the
encampment. Before you even have a chance to speak, someone
has draped a soft brown blanket over your shoulders and handed you a warm mug of a drink
that smells delicious. Even though you were not feeling uncomfortably cold before, a sense of fellowship and wellbeing
envelops you immediately.
You think to yourself how there is nothing more delicious than being by a crackling fire in the brisk, autumn air.
Robin notices you and issues a fond hazard.
He says it's so good to see you again and that you've come at the perfect time.
Motioning to the robed figures sitting across from you, he explains that he has just encountered
these fine men of the church on the road, and that they have graciously agreed to donate some of their money to the poor.
And as you know, Robin says, leaning towards you conspiratorially,
we always treat our generous guests to the finest meal in all of Sherwood Forest. Which, of course, they will gladly pay for
with another portion of their funds. You smile. The men in the hooded robes look at each other sideways
and adjust their cows as if to block the autumn breezes.
You take a sip of your hot drink and close your eyes happily as it warms your entire body.
Looking around the camp, you're aware of the denizens of Sherwood settling in for the
evening. A few young lads are having a spirited archery contest across the Glen.
One of them hits the bull's eye and cries victory.
But his fellow bests him moments later by splitting his own arrow right down the shaft.
Mock protests ensue and the game devolves into a boisterous discussion.
You turn and look across from you and see that the men in the robes are watching the game intently. Although
their faces are obscured, you could swear they are smiling.
You're intrigued by one of the robes men in particular. He has a regal feeling about him, although he wears no
expensive crosses or jewellery, such as a pompous bishop might. Far from being angry about having been way laid, his pockets emptied. He seems peaceful. You get the feeling
he's enjoying himself. It is most puzzling, but you keep your questions to yourself and continue to observe.
Your thoughts are interrupted by the serving of heaping plates of delicious food.
The robed men are raged to enjoy and they appear to dig into the feast with dignified vigor.
You gratefully receive a plate that is handed to you by one of the friendly people tending
the serving table. The aroma of the food, cooked over an open fire in the forest, is one of the best things
you've ever smelled.
You and the other guests sit quietly, enjoying your dinner. While Robin and his band of followers converse,
make jokes, and repeatedly raise firelight casts a flickering glow
on the company sitting in a circle around it.
You feel like you are losing track of time in a very pleasant way.
A tawny owl puts somewhere in the darkness.
Or is it two owls?
Just as you almost feel yourself slipping away from the moment, some activity at the edge
of the camp pulls you gently back.
A small band of men has arrived on horseback, and Robin Hood has eagerly approached them to issue a friendly welcome.
A regal man in sober but expensive looking clothing steps forward and bows his head to Robin in greeting. Robin claps the man's arm and calls him Sir Edward
of the Lee, inviting him to the fireside to dine. Sir Edward thanks him and says that he has actually come with an urgent warning.
My son Sir Henry of the Lee has been in town in the company of the sheriff of Nottingham
who is entertaining none other than Good King Richard.
detaining none other than good King Richard. A mama goes up through the shadows of the clearing. It is quite an event to have King Richard visiting nearby, everyone whispers. Robbim beams. Why, that is excellent news, he says.
Our love for King Richard knows no bounds, and it is a great honour to have him near.
Are there festivities in knotting him?
At least Sir Edward shakes his head gravely.
I'm afraid that is not the part of the news I rushed here to share, he adds.
My son has been much in the King's company, and informs me that he is planning to appear on the road through Sherwood Forest in disguise.
He is hoping your men will accost him, taking him for a rich clergyman.
My son Henry fears that he will uncover the location of your camp and arrest you for thieving.
I've hurryed here to warn you.
For as you know, I owe you and your men everything I have, and will give you protection as long
as I draw breath. Another murmur goes up around the camp, and you see one of the
mysterious clergymen stand up at the fire and stride towards Sir Edward. It is the particularly magnetic figure you notice earlier, who breaks away from the others
to do this.
As he walks, you notice that he is very tall, easily over six feet in height, and he moves
with impressive dignity and grace.
But he is also an imposing figure.
He stands in front of Sir Edward and Robin Hood, and draws back his head covering to reveal
himself.
Under the hood, you see that he is a handsome red-haired man, with grey eyes and a well-manicured
beard. You don't know him at first sight, but you are the only person present who does not instantly
bow or take a knee. Your highness, Robin utteres reverently.
King Richard, I had no idea it was you wearing this robe.
Richard, I had no idea it was you wearing this robe. Please forgive my man and me for wailing you on the road.
We live to serve you and love you above all others under God.
We offer you our most humble fe feelty. Richard doesn't speak for a moment. It's so quiet you could hear
an e-con drop in the clearing. Nobody knows what he will say. Then he begins.
Sir Edward, am I right to understand that you sought to outmaneuver me and snutch an
outlaw from my grasp?
You did this, even understanding that it was my wish to be brought to this camp.
What might a think of your act of disloyalty to the crown of England?
How might a view your alliance with a band of outlaws. You are most honoured and privileged night of the realm.
Sir Edward, kneeling, protests that he does love the king and has no personal plot to
subvert his wishes. However, he adds, he owes Robinhood and his men a special debt,
and has pledged his loyalty to them. It is an oath he cannot break, even if it means he should be arrested. King Richard seems unmoved by this plea. In fairness, you think
to yourself. Sir Edward really needs to explain the story behind his oath of loyalty to Robin,
behind his oath of loyalty to Robin, because he has not made a very convincing argument in his own defence yet.
Luckily, help appears to be on the way.
Another of the herdedjuman reveals himself.
He is a younger man, and not as tall as the king.
However, you can see that he is strong and broad-shouldered and athletic.
He also moves with the dignity of an aristocrat. This stout fellow walks boldly forward to the trio in the
clearing, and dropping to one knee in front of King Richard, he speaks. Your Highness, I beg you to listen to my father's story.
As a knight, I follow you in battle, sometimes saving your life, even as I rest my own time
and again.
I hope I have earned your trust.
I promise when you hear what Robin did for my father, Sir Edward of the Lee, you will
agree that Robinhood is a force for good, and that any knight deserving of the title would
on us such an ally with his loyalty.
Richard seems to be considering the younger man's words carefully.
Then he responds.
Sir Henry of the Lee, it is true, you are a brave and steadfast servant, and have been
my faithful subject and protector in foreign lands.
In recognition of that, I will consent to hear your father's story before making any judgments
about his loyalty.
The entire company in the Glen appears to exhale with relief and the mood lifts considerably.
Robin smiles broadly and bows, indicating that there are seats waiting by the fire.
Then as the king Sir Edward and Sir Henry return to the benches there.
The villages begin to bustle about, pouring drinks and offering food.
They know that they are all in for a good fireside story. Robin hops upon a large rock nearby and takes the demeanor of a master of
ceremonies. His eyes twinkle and you can tell that he relishes this challenge to win over the king with his
tale. He begins speaking with a dramatic tone.
Your Highness, it is probably best if the story begins with me.
It has to do with a very sad and dejected night we encountered at the crossroads one day,
while we were taking a rest from our travels and thoroughly minding our own business.
He pauses as if to gain confirmation from his men who are gathered about.
They all nod at each other, as if to say, yes, that's exactly how it goes.
Robin nods approvingly and continues.
Now the road was not busy that day, and we had been quite alone.
As we were finishing our refreshments, we heard the clapping of an approaching steed.
A very fine Lord appeared, all by himself. He was so well dressed and without ornaments,
but he had the demeanor of a man of wealth and honour. We looked at each other, my men and I, and we asked ourselves, who was this finally
a tired Lord?
But why was he without any expensive jewellery?
Why did he ride with his head hanging and so slowly as if the weight of the world were
on his broad shoulders.
The assembled company murmurs briefly and many take steps from their mugs.
They wait eagerly for the story to continue.
Wow, in the most friendly way, we hailed the man and asked him as we do all our friends on the road, if he had gold or other valuables to spare.
It's natural for us to invite such important persons to dine here, as you know.
They are generally amiable about parting with their wealth to do so. At this, Robin and the company chuckles. You look at Sir Edward and see that he makes no comment on this tale.
He is not disputing the story, though he also does not contribute.
Robbing goes on.
The man who turned out to be Sir Edward here told us that sadly he had no money or jewels.
None at all.
And we were very skeptical for how could such a fine man on such a beautiful horse claim poverty?
Animated chatter again breaks out among the people around the fire.
Everyone obviously agrees that this is a most unusual circumstance.
that this is a most unusual circumstance. Robin continues his tale.
Naturally, we politely asked him to let us turn out his saddlebags and his pockets.
You see, we had to know if he was trying to pull the wall over our eyes. Or perhaps it
forgotten about something he'd packed in his luggage. You laugh lightly into your mug,
joining the feeling of math at this little joke. Robyn waits for the humorous moment to pass and then goes on.
Well, imagine our surprise when we found that he was telling the truth. The man had no coin on him whatsoever.
You'll not be surprised to hear that we asked him why he'd gone travelling and left
all his riches at home.
And do you know what he said? At this, Robin Hood pauses dramatically, arms spread wide, and waits for an answer from
the crowd.
Everyone waits with baited breath. He said, Alas, I have no money here or at my estate.
My lands are all I have left in my possession, and I am sadly soon to lose them due to unpaid
debts. A sympathetic mama goes up from the assembled company.
Looking at Sir Edward, you see that he is not disputing this revelation.
Seeing that Sir Edward doesn't wish to take up the telling of the story. Robin continues it.
It seems that Sir Edward had fallen on hard times, and in order to pay some debts, he
had to pawn his lands to pry a Vincent of Emmett.
to prior Vincent's of Emmett. A slightly scandalized whisper ripples through the people around the bonfire. One of Robin's men calls out from the shadows, with the question that is on everyone's mind. But what caliber of knights would run up such
debts with abandon? Surely that was a most irresponsible and a
forged lifestyle he led to be brought so low.
Before Robin can continue, Sir Henry of the Lee stams. His voice rings out to mid the crowd, hushing their talk.
Do not make such assumptions about my father, who is a wise and careful man. I will tell you how his debts came to be through
no fault of his own. Everyone around the fire refills their mug, takes a drink or reaches for some food. There is a delightful new direction that the story is taking.
You settle in to hear the tale as the attention turns to Sir Henry.
I had recently returned from far away lands where I fought onerably with King Richard,
he begins.
King Richard can be seen nodding in a scent, confirming that the young man tells the truth.
Henry continues.
I came to Nottingham Town fresh from my journey and ready for some recreation.
As you can imagine, I was perhaps a bit too eager to engage in boisterous entertainment
in town. Here Henry bows his head briefly
and seems to be a little ashamed, but he continues. There was a wrestling match with numerous impressive competitors, and I boldly entered. It was just
a bit of fun, but I underestimated the strength and skill I had acquired in these years at more. And as it turned out, I won every match. The people around the fire, not an eager approval.
They are impressed. Another man calls out from the shadows, saying,
Why was this a misfortune?
It sounds like a great victory.
Henry shakes his hand.
Unbeknownst to me, one of the men I bested
was a clear favorite among many spectators. My victory in our match resulted in the loss of numerous
large wages among some powerful men. They appealed to their crony, the sheriff of Nottingham,
and arranged for him to create false charges against me. The gasp goes up from the listeners.
This is truly an outrage, but they know the sheriff is a man without morals,
and that he's done far worse.
Henry continues.
In order to avoid having me unjustly thrown in prison,
my father had to reimburse all of the aforementioned men for their lost funds. To do so, he was forced to empty his coffers, and also take a sizeable
loan from Priavinscent. The collateral for that loan was his lands. Many expressions of sympathy are exchanged around the fire. It's now clear to everyone how
it was that Sir Edward fell to such disadvantage. Seeing that his part of the story has been told, Henry sits down and bows his head.
There is a reverent pause as the gravity of this plot twist sinks in. The fire crackles, and everyone instinctively holds their mug up to their face, letting
the steam warm their cheeks for a moment. You pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders to shelter you from the crisp night air.
You look into the fire and watch as a spark flies away from the flames and up towards the
heavens. You hear the snapping of twigs as they are consumed by the flames.
Then as if a suitable time has elapsed, Robin picks the story back up.
When we came upon Sir Edward on the road, he was only three days from having to pay back
the loan on his lands.
He had hardly a pound to his name, yet he owed 400. Although he planned to plead his case for more time, he felt fairly
certain that the prior would refuse. In due course, he would be forced to sign his estate over to the unscrupulous clergyman. There are many expressions of sympathy
heard around the fire. Robin pauses only briefly and proceeds. With great sympathy for his plight, we begged him to at least come back to our camp with
us and share a good meal.
Luckily, he agreed.
Robin looks meaningfully around the circle and smiles broadly. Luckily I say, because at that very same moment,
little John and Friar Tuck were also on their way back to our settlement. With them was the corrupt and bloated bishop of Heraphid, whom they had accosted on the road.
As with all wealthy travellers, the fortunate bishop was invited to our fireside to empty
his pockets and enjoy some dinner.
At this, the crowd laughs.
They are all familiar with the cost of a dinner in Sherwood Forest for those who are caught
with their all-gotten funds. Robbing claps his hands together and proceeds with his tale.
The silks and jewels and money the Bishop so generously provided us with were distributed
among the neediest on this occasion.
In order for him to pay back his debts to Priavincent and avoid being cast off his lands,
we furnished him with £400 and a small company of men to protect him during his upcoming travels
to the Priory.
Having settled all of this, we then feasted in good fellowship with Sir Edward, and he
was able to sit side by side with his unwitting benefactor, the bishop.
The assembled company laughs and toasts the serendipity of the entire affair, proclaiming
the solution to be a good one. At this moment, a new storyteller steps into the ring.
He is an enormous man tall and broad across the shoulders. He is an intimidating figure,
He is an intimidating figure, but he has rosy cheeks and a kind smile. With a flourish of his hand, he bows and introduces himself as little John, saying he will
take up the tail from here. For it was I who travelled along with Sir Edward to his appointment with Priavincent, he
calls out.
A hush falls over the group as they prepare to hear how Sir Edward's affairs would resolve
themselves.
You look over it, King Richard, and see he is listening keenly, with the beginnings of
a smile on his face.
Little John begins speaking again.
The very morning after the feast, we set off with Sir Edward.
Meanwhile, it was decided that the good bishop of Heraphid would stay at our camp for a few days
until the entire transaction had been completed.
After all, we had so very many entertainments to share with him, and we didn't want him
running to the sheriff and spoiling our plans. Everyone nods in agreement. This sounds very sensible.
Off we went, travelling and resting as needed, with always a few men keeping watch. We carried quite a bit of gold with us and didn't want to fall victim to unscrupulous
highway men before reaching the priory. Luckily we encountered no scuffles on our journey. We were able to deliver Sir Edward to his audience with prior Vincent.
Here, Little John pauses and drums up some suspense, adding,
Oh, and what a scene of debauchery we found there.
A gas runs through the crowd at the delicious scandal of it all.
Little John goes on.
The prior was not alone. He was feasting lavishly in his hall, with the sheriff of Nottingham at his sight, as
well as his other cronies.
It was apparent that the sheriff was there to facilitate the speedy takeover of Sir Edward's
land.
For the Priya had braked to one and all, that the knight should never
be able to pay what he owed. Indeed, no thought was given for Sir Edward's
honour or comfort. He was left to stand at the end of the table and not offered food or refreshment of any kind.
I'm sure you'll all agree this was very rude.
The audience clearly agrees with this assessment, clocking their tongues and shaking their heads.
Little John continues.
The Priya flatly asked Sir Edward if he'd come to pay what he owed.
Sir Edward responded by pleading for the Prius understanding and asking for one more month
to raise the money, as the harvest would soon be in.
The Prius, of course, told him that that was not possible, and that if he couldn't pay the debt, he would ask the knights to
sign over his lands forthwith.
A ripple of disapproval can be heard circling the fire.
Then little John goes on.
At this Sir Edward made an impassioned speech, asking the prior how he could give so little
kindness.
He, a man of the cloth, and Sir Edward, an honorable knight, who had always conducted himself with decency.
You look around the crowd, and see many of the listeners gravely sipping from their
mugs and nodding their heads. hands. Little John pauses reverently and then begins speaking once again. In sheer mockery
of Sir Edward, the price said that if he could only pay 200 pounds, they would call it even.
Naturally, this was an attempt to further embarrass him, as he was quite sure Sir Edward
didn't even have 200 pounds.
However, this was our moment of triumph, for he had badly miscalculated with that move.
The fireside listeners eagerly lean forward.
They know what is coming. At this, Sir Edward politely thanked the Priya for his godly charity, a motioned to one
of our men who had two bags of gold. Each one held 200 pounds, and both bags had been sent in order to pay the four hundred pound debt.
However, the Priya had set a trap for himself.
At this little John leans back and laughs heartily. I wish you could have seen his face when I poured
out 200 pounds on his table and he realised he'd been outmaneuvered. And with the sheriff
sitting right there, he couldn't go back on his word to release Sir Edward from his obligations.
And so it was that an unscrupulous use of her was bested that day by Little John and Sir Edward.
wood. Best of all, the priors' other £200 was distributed to the poor, as it wasn't needed by the good priors. A chair goes up among the revelers, celebrating the happy end to the story.
But Little John is not quite done.
And it must be said that the very next year Sir Edward returned here to Sherwood Forest
to repay the 200 pounds he had applied to his debts.
He paid the £200 he had applied to his debts, and with it brought a portion of his harvest to feed our families for the winter.
All eyes turned to Sir Edward with admiration for his Gentile behaviour. He nods humbly and speaking for the first time since the story
began, he says, I owe everything I have to Robin Hood and his men, which is why I've pledged to defend them with my life, if need be. It's why I came
here to warm them, so they would not be arrested. Then he stands and bows towards King Richard, saying, Your Highness, I love and serve thee, and hope you
can understand why I stood by that pledge.
At this point, all the people around the fire seem to be holding their breath.
Other than the hooting of an owl and the quiet popping of wood in the fire, there is no sound.
All eyes are on King Richard as he stares at Sir Edward.
His face reveals nothing of his thoughts.
Then all of a sudden, his eyes crinkle up at the edges, and he collapses hand upon his knee, and laughs long and hard.
Oh my, he says with mouth, that is indeed a swashbuckling tale. I wish I had been there to see the prior except that 200 pounds myself.
The crowd erupts into excited talk and cries of Hazar at the King's words.
of Hazar at the King's words. Sir Henry drops his head into his hands in an attitude of relief, and Robinhood claps her Edward Jovially on the back. When the talk has died down, King Richard appears to wish to speak again.
The truth is, he says.
I was not coming here to arrest Robin Hood.
I had heard such daring tales of the exploits in Sherwood Forest that I vowed to be kidnapped
so I could meet these merry men myself. I must say, the feast and the fellowship made made it very much worth my while.
Then, he pauses, his arms outstretched, and says,
now, could there be some music and dancing
to conclude the evening?
After all, is it not time for the feast of Saint Cecilia, patron saint
of musicians? Within seconds, the three resident musicians have struck up a lively tune, and the people of the Glen are kicking up their
heels in a joyful dance.
So Redwood stands conversing with his son Henry by the fire, as villages ply them with refreshments. King Richard stands to the side of the clearing
with his men, still in their robes, and taps his feet to the time of the music. But lying his enormous size, Little John has taken a partner and is displaying a surprisingly
excellent sense of rhythm.
You cuddle up under your soft blanket with the glow of the bonfire, warming you, and you feel totally surrounded by happiness.
After a few upbeat tunes, the music tends towards the slower, sleepier mood.
As if on cue, large white snowflakes begin to drift through the clearing.
At first it is only one or two, and then all of a sudden they are falling and falling.
The darts as turn in circles with their faces to the night sky, laughing with delight as this first sugary dusting of winter makes its appearance in Sherwood Forest.
Like figures on a music box, the dancers glide in, out, around and around, with mesmerizing grace.
As you follow them with your gaze, you find that all the fresh air and the merriment
The fresh air and the merriment have made you awfully tired. The cozy embrace of the outdoor hearth and your soft blanket cradle you in comfort.
Your hands are warm on your mark.
You find that you feel as if you are almost outside of yourself, floating above the glen
in a dream state. You know that tonight, the King, the Knight, and the Outlaws will sleep in this encampment
in harmony with each other and with nature.
How very lucky you are to be here too.
As you watch the merry proceedings, the small movement catches your eye in the shadows cast
by the fire light. Turning to look, you see the little red fox.
It's sitting under the shelter of a nearby shrub regarding you inquisitively.
For a moment, your eyes meet.
The wind keens softly and blows a few leaves across your view. Then, without any fuss, the fox turns and disappears into the forest with a flash of its tail.
You smile and mentally offer it a fond farewell.
offer it a fond farewell. Even though you don't want this evening to ever end, sleep is calling you too. Pull is so strong that you think perhaps you will give in to these deeper dreams.
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