"What
happened?" He tried to look behind them without tripping over his feet.
How did Robin Hood run in pointy-toed boots, anyway?
"The Sheriff is
after us."
"What
Sheriff?"
"Of
Nottingham!" She laughed, even as she looked behind them and let out a
shriek that was half excitement.
A troop of men came
tearing around a bend in the forest trail, gaining on them with every thud of
the hooves of their over-dressed horses.
Maurice decided this
was fun. He let Holly lead the way, down a winding forest trail with the
Sheriff's men close on their heels. They came out onto a riverbank. Ropes
conveniently appeared from the trees overhead. Holly leaped, grabbed a rope,
and swung across with a style that earned a whistle of appreciation from
Maurice. He hesitated just long enough for her to reach the apex of the swing
and let go. Then he leaped, snatching at the next rope, and followed.
They landed on the
opposite bank without stumbling and ran. He looked back in time to see the
horses come to an abrupt stop, physically impossible in the real world, and send
the Sheriff's men tumbling over their heads, into the river.
"You're one
nasty kid. I think I like you," he said, as they ran around a bend in the
forest trail.
"Thank you so
much, kind sir." Holly slowed enough to curtsey without tripping over her
feet. Her clothing transformed into Maid Marion's outfit from the beginning of
the movie.
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