One fine day in April, a year later, a man came to the house.
‘Your daughter sent me here,’ he said. ‘She wants you to come and
see her.’
Sir George followed the man to the middle of Sherwood Forest.
There, in the spring sunshine, he saw his daughter. He also saw a baby
boy in her arms. Joanna looked up at her father and smiled.
‘This is Robin, your grandson,’ she said.
She gave the baby to her father. Sir George wanted to be angry, but
he was very happy with his grandson in his arms.
‘Robin? Is that your name?’ he said. ‘Well, little Robin, I wanted to
kill your father but that is not possible now. Please, daughter, come
with your husband and live near me. Let's forget the past.’
‘We will come and live near you, father,’ said Joanna. ‘But I will
often bring my son to the forest. I will teach him to find his
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way in the forest in the day and at night. He will learn to make arrows
for his bow, and to catch forest animals. He will make a ire and cook the
meat. The forest will always be his second home.’