dare you print the truth about
robin hood??????
Even more terrifying than the Blair Witch Project and a thousand times more intriguing than any Brother Caedfel mystery, SECRETS OF THE GRAVE and it’s sequel SPIRIT OF THE GREENWOOD reveal,for the first time, the true story of the life and death of Robin Hood. Enter the dark, mysterious woods of Kirklees in West Yorkshire, and visit, with writer historian Barbara Green,the forest of Barnsdale where Robin roamed and the ruined priory gatehouse of Kirklees Nunnery where he was treacherously slain by the hand of an evil nun. Written testimonies from those who have experienced the ghostly presence of Robin and his comrades ,whose spirits haunt this ancient forest, form the basis of both books, while the life of Robin, as told in SPIRIT OF THE GREENWOOD, accords fully with the Lytell Geste,(Robin’s first biography) printed in the fifteenth century.This,one might think,could be the basis for a best selling book, but such seems to not to be the case, for ,according to the “experts” the public do not want to know the truth and prefer to be fed the myth of Sherwood Forest and the dastardy deeds of the Sheriff of Nottingham , not to mention Richard the Lionheart, who does not even belong in the story at all!
The mystery of Robin’s gruesome death at Kirklees ,it would seem, is not the only inexplicable phenomenon surrounding the legend ! Why ARE people prevented from learning the true facts about the oulaw’s life , due to the propogation of a fantasy by the media, and why is his famous grave at Kirklees,kept in a state of secrecy and neglect --and who is responsible for this bizarre situation? Dare you ask ? Dare you investigate and............. dare YOU print the truth ? Or is Robin Hood’s legend to remain distorted out of all recognition, and the real man lost to future generations forever ?
“No one could see anything in the dense,suffocating blackness, but following Mark’s directions we stumbled on forward through the barrier of writhing,intertwining bushes and trees; then suddenly,we found ourselves in a clearing , where, looming out of the gloom,rearing up before us in the light of our flickering torches, a massive,broken edifice was revealed . A huge ship of stone,wrecked in the everglades of Kirklees,listing crazily into the leaping shadows. We stood transfixed with fear and awe as we gazed upon the fallen pillars and twisted railings which were all that remained of Yorkshire’s buried treasure--Robin Hood’s Grave.”