Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

Sherwood Forest
Nottingham, England
1190

They were riding through the forest, and Avery was sure that there were others like them on the road. Bandits. That’s what they were calling them. That’s what the posters on all of the trees said. There were rewards out for their heads. He rather thought that there would have been prices for bringing them in alive, but he knew better. The Sheriff wanted him dead, it was as simple as that. He was causing problems. He had been since he had returned.

The son of a noble lord, he had come home to find that his father was dead, and their castle had been left in ruins. He didn’t think that that was any way to continue on, but he had to do something. He was the only heir, the lands that he was on were his. Except when he ventured off of them. When he found himself in the forest, he knew that he had left Locksley, and he knew that the Sheriff could say something if he wanted to. It wasn’t exactly the best situation, but it was working for now.

He wasn’t keeping what he stole. He didn’t need it. He was giving it to those that did. Those that weren’t going to have enough to survive the coming winter. Those that didn’t have a castle to go back to at the end of the day. They were the ones that needed the things that he stole. The money that the nobles didn’t need. The food that they could get more of when they got home. Those were the luxuries that people out here didn’t have. And he was trying to do right by them.

It just so happened that he wasn’t doing as right by the nobles. Those that thought that he was one of them when he went to their parties. Those that didn’t know him as anything other than Lord Avery. That was who he was to them. Not the mounted archer that was robbing their carriages in the woods. Not the man that was leading the bandits that were attacking them and taking their food and furs. It was the furs that he thought were the most ironic of the lot.

If there was one thing that they could get for themselves, it was the furs. They could get the meat, and the hides, but then they were poaching, and poaching carried worse fines than anything. The things that they needed to survive… But the Sheriff didn’t care. And the king wasn’t around, he didn’t care what happened out here. He was going off to fight another war. Another leg of the Crusades, and then what? Those that were remaining behind here in the kingdom were going to starve while he was in France fighting the Holy Wars.

Avery had been to war. He had gone on that same mission, and he had come back to ruins, and his father killed. He had come back to a wasteland where their once proud home had been. Where people had been thriving and wanted for nothing. Now that was not so. Now things were destitute. Everything that they had was being taken by the man claiming to do so in the king’s name. But Avery knew the king, and this was not what he would have wanted. Not in the least. But the king was in France, and his brother ruled, and John was not Richard.

That much was abundantly clear no matter where they looked. Nothing that he did had the same grandeur that his brother had. And Avery didn’t think that he was the only one that noticed. Not by a great deal. Still, when the carriage came rumbling down the road, he notched his arrow, and let it sail into the side of the door. The impact was enough to cause a scream from the ladies within, and swords were drawn as his own bandits attacked from out of the trees.

They only killed if they had to. But sometimes it was unavoidable. Still, once they had taken everything of value, and they had set the ladies on their way with nothing but the couple of horses that they hadn’t killed, he pocketed some of the silver, and headed back through the trees the way that he had come. He had set a trap the other day, several of them, along the way, and he had decided to check them before he headed back to camp.

He whistled as he rode through the trees, no one was going to worry about the fact that he might have been the bandit. He didn’t look like a bandit with the hood pulled off and tucked away in his bag. The first trap was empty, and he wasn’t too surprised. It was closer to the road. It would have been unlikely to find someone there, but the second one… He could hear the struggle of the next around someone before they even came into view.

“Problem there?” He called to the wriggling figure dangling from the trees. He had stopped his horse and leaned against the pummel of his saddle as she watched the figure for a moment from where he was before deciding how to proceed.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Traveling on the road was not always safe these days. That was what her father always told her, anyhow. He did not want her out on the roads by herself. It was just out of the question. Most of the times, she heeded his wishes. He was her father, after all, and he would be sick with worry if he ever thought she was in danger. No, there was just no reason for that. If she was ever traveling by carriage anywhere, then obviously she was not alone. That made it quite easy for her to obey his wishes and ensure that he didn’t worry about her needlessly.
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There was reason for worry, though. She knew that. Felicity knew that there were plenty of reasons to be concerned over what you could come across taking these roads through these forests. Bandits were obviously the top concern, and there had been plenty of them lately. There were wanted posters with their faces on them, there were prices on their heads if someone could bring them back alive, that seemed to go up by the week. And of course, there were the whispers. Everything that everyone talked about in hushed towns when they were out in the market or talking on street corners. Her father had tried to shield her from that too, but honestly, he should have known better than to try such a thing.
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The whispers were of the terrifying bandits in the woods. The ones that shot arrows from trees, killing men, ravaging women, stealing and looting, and sometimes taking a woman as their prize if they liked them for more than just one time. That was pub talk, of course, not the sort of thing that a lady should be listening to. But she had been to the pub on more than a few occasions—hood up, muted clothes that were a few years old so that she would blend in. She was curious about these stories, for more reasons than one. What she found to be interesting was how the stories got worse week by week. Every time there was a new ‘attack,’ something worse happened. It was like they were creating the perfect villains, and Felicity did think that was quite interesting.
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To her, it made the stories a little bit less believable. She knew that there were bad people in the world. She had no doubt about that. There were men that truly did kill other men and women, men that did take a woman’s virtue like it was nothing. There were men that truly would kidnap a pretty girl just to make her his. She had no doubt about any of those things. But was that really what was happening in Nottingham? Or was that just what the sheriff wanted them all to believe? It certainly made it easy to rally people up against them if they thought their wives and their children were at risk, wasn’t it? Even then, there were just as many whispers in the pubs about these bandits and those whispers were not all negative.
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She was curious. Her father would hate it, but she was. Was that why she had gone out in the woods? No, of course not. She might have been curious, but she didn’t have a death wish either. The last thing she was going to do was take a risk of being wrong in such a foolish way. What a way to die that would be—thinking the sheriff was wrong about these bandits and walking right into their grasps on purpose. No, she had gone out in the forest because their carriage driver was ill, she wanted to go into town, and her father had been in a meeting and unable to tell her not to. She had absolutely needed to get to one of the stalls today, and she was not going to waste time arguing with her father about it.
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But then she decided to take a short cut and after one wrong step, her feet had gone up under her—and suddenly she was being pulled up into the air by a net. Incredibly undignified words left her lips, ones she was quite glad her father couldn’t hear, and she tried to right herself enough to see how bad of a situation she’d found herself in. But it was impossible to even get her bearings. Her legs were above her head, her hair tangled in her face, and leaves had managed to get tangled up in this mess along with her.
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She didn’t even know how long she’d been struggling before she heard a voice. Even then, she could scarcely get a good look at the person through her hair and the leaves. “I would say so!” She answered, trying to sound as dignified as possible in a completely undignified situation—and failing, if she was being perfectly honest with herself.
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Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

Going off to fight in the war was something that he had done without so much as thinking about it. It was his duty to do such a thing, and it hadn’t even seemed like that big of a deal at the time. Instead he had gone, and done what was expected of him, and he had thought that that was exactly the problem. He had thought that things were going to be fine. And they weren’t fine. He had come home to a life that was practically in ruins. He had come home to not knowing what was going on, or where they were going to find the means to repair what had been done.

His father was dead, and Avery blamed the Sheriff for that. He couldn’t prove it, but he just seemed to know that the man was responsible for his father’s death. He was responsible for so many of the problems that seemed to be plaguing the people of Nottingham. And he didn’t like it. There was only so much that could be done though. There was only so much that he would allow himself to do. Because killing was not the answer. They could not slaughter all of those that he thought were in the wrong, or they were no better themselves.

No, there had to be other means by which they meant to make this right. There had to be something that they could do. Something that was going to make all the difference in the world. And he thought that there was. He thought that there was plenty that they could do that wouldn’t actually harm anyone, and then they would be free and clear, and those that needed the help would get it. It was morally grey, but a good majority of the things that he did were.

If Avery had come home thinking that anything was likely to go back to the way that it had been before, he was sorely mistaken. There was nothing that was the same. And while that wasn’t necessarily the worst thing, it wasn’t the best thing either. If he could have come home to his father alive, to him having something to do with helping all of these people, Avety thought that the differences would have been less pronounced. But he didn’t know how to be the Lord of Locksley. He didn’t know what that entailed. He had meant to learn at his father’s side when he returned.

But years had gone by, and many here had thought that he had died in the wars. He didn’t know what had become of the girl that he was supposed to have marry. Perhaps she had married another. Perhaps she was still around somewhere. He didn’t know, and he didn’t plan on finding out. The life that he was living now was no life for a high-born lady. He wouldn’t subject any woman to this, and he knew that that alone was letting the house down. He didn’t have an heir to pass it all on to, and the way that he was living, he was likely to meet an untimely end.

Odds put that on being at the hands of the Sheriff being the one to deliver that blow if he was going to be honest. He didn’t think that there was any reason to doubt that. If he was going to keep on stealing from the man, and all of the man’s men, then he thought that his own untimely demise would likely be at his hands. Hopefully not before he had proved him to be the corrupt man that he was. He didn’t think that there was any reason to worry about that happening today though. Riding on his own through the woods, no one suspected that he was the one in the hood.

They didn’t even know who he was. That was the best part. They were simply calling him The Hood. And that was a moniker that he could get behind. So long as they didn’t know that it was him, he was going to survive to keep on doing exactly what he was doing now. Robbing the rich and feeding the poor. Though the latter was not always done through the former. He did know how to hunt, and fish, and take care of himself. Even if the game that he caught belonged to the king. That was a foolish law. The animals on the land should belong to the land.

But arguing the law was not Avery’s style. Instead, he simply took what he needed. It was not a creature that he planned on taking to a roasting pit that he found strung up in his net though. “Seems to me that you’ve stumbled into a poacher’s net. Just what is a lady like yourself doing out here poaching? Other than not being exceptionally good at it?” The smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and there was a bit of a twinkle in his eye. There was no reason for her to know that she was, in fact, caught in his net.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Felicity was not naïve. She was well aware that the forest had its dangers. Everywhere did. Anyone who thought that there was an entirely safe place anywhere in the world was foolish. There was danger everywhere. That was just the way that the world worked. The fact that her father thought that he could protect her from all of the bad things in the world was, in her mind, just as foolish and unrealistic. The only way to do that was to ensure that she did not live at all, and even locking her up entirely would not protect her completely. There were plenty of things that could go wrong, even at home. It could catch fire. Some of those bandits that the sheriff was going on and on about could break into rob them and ruin her or worse in the process. She could trip down the stairs and break her own next, for God’s sake.
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But her father did not seem to understand that. He did not seem to understand that there were dangerous situations everywhere that you looked and there was no way to keep her safe from everything. She knew that he was just being protective, but that did not change the fact that it bothered her. She did not want to be locked in the house every day or protected so closely. She wanted to be free to go out and do what she wished. That was just harder to do these days.
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The bandits had made sure of that. Or, more aptly, the sheriff had. They had done well in spreading fear, and it had made her father even more certain that he needed to keep an eye on her. The fact that she had managed to get out of the house at all today had been a feat. Even though he had been in a meeting, she was surprised that he didn’t have the staff lock all the doors or follow her around. But she wasn’t going to bring that up and give him any ideas.
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So, yes. The forest had its dangers, just like the village did, just like her own staircase did at home. She knew that. Being careful in the forest was always necessary. Felicity made sure to keep an eye on her surroundings. She listened to any sounds that could pose a threat—any large animals, any bandits hiding behind trees, and any upstanding man of the village that had a little too much to drink. Even they could pose their own threats, even if they would never like to think of themselves like that. She was not foolish and she did not walk around with her head up in the clouds. That was a good way of getting into trouble, and that was just not something that she wanted to have happen.
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She had not thought of checking the ground that she was walking. Maybe she should have. Of course, there were poachers in these woods. She knew that. Everyone knew that. But she had never expected that she would manage to step in some kind of net on a walk into the village. Yes, she had taken a shortcut off of the path, but still. What kind of poor luck would have her walking into such a net? It was not something that she had even thought that she would need to concern herself with.
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Her first reaction, after surprise, had been irritation. She had been pulled up in a completely unnatural position. Her legs were above her head, her view was partially obstructed by her own hair, by leaves, and by gravity’s work on the skirts of her dress. But once irritation moved aside to let in other emotions, she realized that this was a quite bad situation. She could not even manage to see just how high up she had been pulled. Even if she righted herself, and managed to cut through the ropes somehow, would dropping be a quick drop to her death? Or was it survivable? She knew that there was only one way to find out.
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Another option was hoping that the poacher that had set the trap came along soon to let her go. But she didn’t think she wanted to be a lone woman around the type of men that a poacher tended to be. Getting a woman caught up in his trap might be more of a prize than whatever animal he’d be hoping to catch. She had no plans to be ravaged by some poacher today. She would have to see if she could cut through the ropes herself and just hope for the best.
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That was the plan anyway, until she heard the voice of a man who was clearly making fun of her. Felicity could not see through the myriad of things obstructing her vision, so she had no idea just who she was speaking to. It could be the poacher himself or the King for all she cared. She just wanted down from this net. “Yes, you’re very amusing!” She managed, once again struggling to right herself—this time to both get her skirts fully back in place and to find some way to glare at him. “Now if you could get me down from here!” There was definitely an easier way to manage that from down there.
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Sometimes ups

Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham

There were certain things that had been expected of him. And Avery knew that he would simply always have to deal with that. He was the only son, of an only son. There were responsibilities that a man had in such a position. And he knew that he was risking a great deal going off to fight in that war. But what he had never expected to find was the castle nearly in ruins, his father dead, and the tenant farmers nearly starving. Things in Nottingham were not great either. But Locksley had it even worse. And he knew that it was all because of the Sheriff.

That had been easy enough to discern after only a few days home. He hadn’t even returned a fortnight when the Sheriff showed his face, and Avery had had plenty to say to the man. He seemed not to particularly care about anything that he had done. And that had caused his blood to boil. There was no telling what had actually happened while he had been gone. But there were plenty of people that were unhappy with the Sheriff. And he could do something about it.

The last thing that he wanted was to have to kill the man. But he would. If it came down to it, he would kill the man. Labeling himself an outlaw for all to see. He knew that the Hood was already an outlaw. He was someone that was wanted by nearly everyone. Or at least nearly everyone that he had stolen from. The poor loved him. But the rich? They were less than pleased with his being on the road in the forest. Sherwood forest had become the spot in which he did most of his work. And he often worked alone.

It was safer that way. He knew that anyone knowing who he really was was a dangerous thing. But at the same time, he thought that there were people that suspected. The Sheriff, for one, seemed to think that Avery was hiding something. And if he was, he wasn’t making much of a point of hiding it either. He was doing what he could to help the people in this forest. The people that called him Lord. And he knew that he had to work harder for all of them. He had to make sure that they were safe. No one else would…

The poachers were simply trying to feed their families. There was nothing bad about what they were doing. They were simply trying to survive, and he knew that it would get worse come winter. They were going to have to do something about that. If they could. Robbing the rich would only get them so far if there was nothing left for them to buy in the markets. Or if the merchants weren’t going to continue to take the stolen coin. And he knew that that could eventually become a possibility.

Often there were plenty of people willing to trade in the woods. But a traveling band of gypsies was really what he needed. He needed a group of showmen that he could trade with, that he could get the people of Sherwood Forest to trade with, and then the stolen goods would be gone. They wouldn’t have to worry about the jewels, or the gold that people could trace. They would have other things that they needed, and they would have coin that hadn’t been tarnished in such a way.

He wasn’t going to hold out too much hope for such a thing though. He was quite sure that they were going to come when they came, and until then he would simply have to make do with the way that things were now. And the way that things were now meant that traps like this one were set, and baited, and he checked them on the regular. There was no need to do it every day. The animals would often last a day without suffering before he put them out of their trouble, and dressed them, and took them back to the village, or to the people dwelling amongst the trees.

It was those people that he thought needed it the most. The people that he knew didn’t rely on the outside world, but on the world around them. Nature, and the wildlife, and everything that they needed to survive was right here at their fingertips. He had learned from them, since he had returned, and he had taught them the things that he had learned on Crusade. Things that would help them all in the end.

What he found in his trap though, was no animal. Not unless you counted one very angry maiden as a wild animal. And for a moment, Avery wasn’t sure that he didn’t. She was tangled quite nicely in the net, and yet, he had a feeling that leaving her there to struggle and tangle herself further would only end poorly for him. Still, there was no reason not to poke a little fun at her misfortune. He would get her down soon enough. But for now, letting her dangle had its appeal. “I know. It’s a specialty of mine…” He thought that even if she couldn’t see him, she could at least hear the amusement in his voice. “Oh… You want down?” He slipped off of his horse and headed for the spot where the net was fastened to the tree behind her. “And just whom might I have the pleasure of releasing from her net?” His hand rested on the tree trunk, just above the knot, but he hadn’t bothered to undo it. Not yet.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Her father had his own opinions on what she should be doing in order to stay safe. She was well aware of just what those opinions were, because he had no problem making them absolutely clear to her on a daily basis. If he got his way, she would never leave the estate and would forever be safe from poachers and bandits and the things that went bump in the night. Felicity was well aware of his thoughts on the bandits in the forest—and that he tended to believe whatever the sheriff said, but Felicity just did not think that it was that simple. As much as her father would have liked to follow his lead and match his opinions and never disagree with him, that was just not her. He had not found himself with all that agreeable of a daughter.
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Of course, she tried. Sometimes, anyway. She did her best not to send him into an early grave by giving him a heart attack. For the most part, she did what was expected over her. There were just times when he was honestly being more than a little bit ridiculous, and she felt it necessary to do the exact opposite of what he would want her to do. The fact of the matter was, he could not keep her locked up forever. He couldn’t protect her by not letting her see the world or do anything in it.
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Bad things happened every day, and he could not protect her from that. Felicity did not know how to get him to see that, of course, but she was going to keep trying. It was the only thing that she could do. Leaving the house to head into the village was not an attempt to do that, though. It was just an attempt to get into the village before dark, and their carriage driver was unavailable. She liked the forest—she trusted her own instincts enough to believe that she could get from one place to the other without finding herself in any trouble. She was no expert in the forest, however, not by a long shot. If she was, she supposed she would have been able to see the trap before she had walked into it. There were likely telltale signs that anyone who set traps or spent a considerable amount of time in the forest would have been able to spot, but she had not.
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And now she was in the unfortunate situation of trying to convince a complete stranger to let her down, and she was at a complete disadvantage. It was not a situation that she liked. Felicity had no way of knowing just who it was that was down there. She didn’t recognize his voice, and if he recognized hers, he likely would have said so by now. That made him a stranger, and a stranger in the forest could certainly mean that she would be let out of one trap and into a new one. She could be dropped to the ground only to find herself in the hands of a raper or a murderer. There was no way of knowing what situation she would be on even if she convinced him to let her down.
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But she liked her odds better on the ground than she did up here. If he let her down, if he proved to be dangerous, then she would deal with that then. She was faster than she looked, and a quick kick in between the legs would slow him down further in a pinch. She did not consider herself to be some helpless maiden. Apart from the whole… stuck in a net, bit. She was a little helpless in her current predicament, admittedly. There wasn’t any real way of getting herself out of this net, after all. Not any particularly pleasant ones, anyway. “Do you make a habit of trying to be clever at completely inappropriate times!?” He was very clearly amused with himself, and she would have been quite tempted to slap him if she was down on the ground and able to do so. It was likely the thank you he would get if he ever did let her down.
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“If I tell you my name, will you let me down before all the blood rushes to my head?” She didn’t particularly want to tell him her name, since she didn’t know who he was and if he was a danger to her, but she supposed that she could make up a fake name if it got him to get her out of this net. Then she could go on her way and he would never be the wiser that he’d been given a fake name. Was there truly harm in giving him her name? It was probably better to be safe than sorry. Her father would approve of that line of thinking, and she scowled at the thought. “Felicity Tripe,” she answered, before she could talk herself out of it.
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