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Stephen of Scarborough (Part Twenty-Six)

Ieuan stared at me, shock clearly evident on his face.  “Did anyone see?”  He stepped towards the door, I blocked his way.

“No John, no one could have followed me.  You forget, I was only outlawed, no price has been placed on my head.”

“Not yet.”

I laughed, “You haven’t changed.  Still just as suspicious as ever.  Are you not even the smallest bit pleased to see me John Little?”

Ieuan looked at me, his face unreadable, “You shouldn’t call me that.”

“Why not?  It is the English of your name is it not?”

Ieuan humphed, “English, yes, but I am no English man.”

“Fair enough,” I grinned.  Slowly, a smile crept up the corners of Ieuan’s mouth, he laughed and enveloped me in a bear hug.

“It is good to see you Stephen.”

I returned the embrace, “That it is my friend.  Tell me, how has the shire faired in the last six years?”

“Trade’s been good, but the taxes are ever increasing.  I’m not sure how we’re going to survive the King’s war campaign.  The tax collectors have gathered every spare penny from even the poorest pocket, and then some.”   

I looked around the shop, the walls were covered with various tools of the carpenter trade.  “It looks as if you’ve done quite well for yourself despite circumstances.  Does your son work with you?”

Ieuan leaned against the work table, “Aye, I do well enough.  Andras ran off to London, he got the notion into his head to join the King’s crusade.  After Elaine died, he’s just been looking for an excuse to leave.”

I frowned.  I disagreed with the new King Richard’s love of war, and I feared it would all end in needless bloodshed, but I didn’t voice this to Ieuan.

“Some king,” I murmured.  “Perhaps England’s better off without him.”

“He’s a better choice than his brother,” Ieuan pointed out.  Obviously he heard me. 

“Bad and worse.”

Ieuan coughed, “Now then, you haven’t answered my question.  What are you doing here?”

“I’m going to take back my place in the Locksley house.”

“Still just as ambitious as ever.  I suppose you’ve come to me then to help you reform the band?”

I blink, “What?”

Ieuan chuckled, “You’re really not that hard of a man to figure Stephen.  Also, knowing your history and being a part of it helps a little,” he winked.

“So then, where are they?”

“Hum, let me think.  Thomas is still working as a thatcher, haven’t seen Roy in nearly two years.  Geoffrey’s settled down, has a beautiful wife and three little youngsters.  Simon’s been everywhere, worked here with me a few month back, lives in Nottingham now.  And then Peter and David are foresters.  Moving up in the ranks too from what I hear.  I see then now and again, doing quite well for themselves.”

“Hmm,” I scratched my chin.

“You know, they mention you.”

I looked up, “Peter and David?”

“All of the lads.  When I see them, first thing they ask is if I’ve had word from you.  I don’t doubt they’re still loyal to you Stephen, but what do you plan to do?  Call them away from the good lives they’ve made for themselves, back into the forest to be hunted like animals?”

“I have to do something.”

“Aye, I suppose you do.”

There was a long pause.”

Ieuan sighed, “I’ll right.  Count me in.”

“Into what?”

“Into whatever you’re scheming.  Heaven knows I won’t be able to stay out of if even if I wanted to, so I’m just saying it right now.  Count me in.”

“Thank you Ieuan.”

“Ah, don’t be thanking me, I’ll most likely regret it by morning.”

I grinned, “Then it’s time to spread the word, the hood has returned.”

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  1. Really good job. your reviling just the right amount and keeping me guessing. 🙂

  2. Bad and worse. YAY! I meant to get some anti-Richard stuff into my book, but it didn’t really fit. Glad it’s showing up somewhere. *doesn’t like Richard*

  3. storygirl308

     /  October 23, 2010

    @Garret: Thank you. I think I’m getting better at it. 😉

    @Nai: I don’t like him either. When I really started digging and researching him I was rather shocked. That’s just about the only thing I liked about the new Robin Hood movie, it showed more of Richard’s true colors.


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