It was a warm spring morning. The sun was making its way up the sky, lovingly showering the lands in its warm rays. The gates to Nottingham had just opened, and already merchants, burgeois and peasants were lining up to get into the city. At the side of the roads sat travelers in the shades of the trees, enjoying a hearty breakfast from the nearby King's Head Inn, watching the passers-by go about their business. The guards at the gates made no move to stem the tide of the continuous flow of arrivals, though occasionally they stopped one or two individuals to inspect their cargo.
What most drew the attention of the people at the side of the road, however, was a group of carnival artists marking their arrival to the city with song and colorful banners. On top of one of the wagons sat a jester, juggling five colorful balls in the air, and in another of the carts several gypsy women were dancing in flowing, graceful motions that earned them the appreciative eyes and attention of even the most hostile guards and jealous women.
These entertainers were the first sign of what was to come to Nottingham- the Spring Fair. Two days of feasts, carnevals, entertainment, and at the end of it, an archery contest, and a great tourney between knights. It was something the people of Nottingham had looked forward to since the year before, and now it was time. Because of this, the arriving artists earned applause and cheers from the travelers sitting in the shade of the inn.
A young man dressed entirely in Lincoln green clothes made his appearance at the King's Head that morning. When asked of his name, he introduced himself as Robin of Locksley, and announced that he was in Nottingham to participate in the archery competition. At first glance, people laughed at the notion, because of his youthful face - but a couple stifled their laughs when they looked into his dark eyes, and saw passion and fire, mixed with a playful and not-too-serious smile constantly jumping back and forth on his lips.
It would be a good day, Robin of Locksley decided when he joined the companions outside the inn for a hearty breakfast in the green meadows.