All of this makes it impossible for us to survive.
Our King, we know you rule with mercy and are known for your generosity. We implore you to hear the cries of your subjects."
"Do you know the consequences of carrying weapons and trespassing in the Royal Forest?" Robert lowered his riding crop.
"We know, but we have no other choice."
A tense silence filled the air. The villagers held their breath, awaiting Robert's verdict.
After a few moments, Robert turned and nodded to the nobles at his side. A nobleman immediately gestured, and the hounds were led away as the horses backed up slightly.
"Go. I will dismiss the Forester here. From now on, between November and March, you may enter my Forest to gather firewood, hunt a reasonable number of hares, and pass through my lands.
If any future Forester kills your beasts of burden, you may appeal to the Church court. The Church court will have the right to petition me for the dismissal of any unfit Forester."
