Titré originalement "Maid Marian", il s'agit de littérature du XIXe siècle. J'ai commencé à le lire. C'est plutôt pas mal, pas trop difficile, mais moins amusant que Thief's Mistress (parce que je trouvais que l'idée du baiser volé comme rencontre entre Robin et Marian était drôle alors que là dès les premières lignes ils sont destinés à se marier, mariage qui sera compromis bien entendu mais je ne vous dirais rien...). Si, une chose hilarante, c'est que c'est une livre comédie musicale presque, les personnages chantent assez souvent. Les chansons sont assez pathétiques je trouve, mais c'est drôle et ça change. Le vrai prénom de Marian au début est Matilda, tandis que celui de Robin est Robert.

Citation :

"Well, father," added Matilda, "I must go to the woods."
"Must you?" said the baron; "I say you must not."
"But I am going," said Matilda. "But I will have up the drawbridge," said the baron.
"But I will swim the moat," said Matilda.
"But I will secure the gates," said the baron.
"But I will leap from the battlement," said Matilda.
"But I will lock you in an upper chamber," said the baron.
"But I will shred the tapestry," said Matilda, "and let myself down."
"But I will lock you in a turret," said the baron, "where you shall only see light through a loophole."
"But through that loophole," said Matilda, "will I take my flight, like a young eagle from its eerie; and, father, while I go out freely, I will return willingly: but if once I slip out through a loop-hole----" She paused a moment, and then added, singing,---

The love that follows fain
Will never its faith betray:
But the faith that is held in a chain
Will never be found again,
If a single link give way.

The melody acted irresistibly on the harmonious propensities of the friar, who accordingly sang in his turn,---

For hark! hark! hark!
The dog doth bark,
That watches the wild deer's lair.
The hunter awakes at the peep of the dawn,
But the lair it is empty, the deer it is gone,
And the hunter knows not where.

Matilda and the friar then sang together,--

Then follow, oh follow! the hounds do cry:
The red sun flames in the eastern sky:
The stag bounds over the hollow.
He that lingers in spirit, or loiters in hall,
Shall see us no more till the evening fall,
And no voice but the echo shall answer his call:
Then follow, oh follow, follow:
Follow, oh follow, follow!

J'ai trouvé le texte intégral en lecture libre et légale pour vous (parce que moi j'ai déjà le livre... ^^) : http://www.thomaslovepeacock.net/MMarian.html

Bonne lecture !