Sherwood Forest froze in nervous anticipation. In the thick silence of the dark forest, whispers can be heard more and more clearly: "Here he comes. It is coming. ". They do not, however, foreshadow the prince of thieves, the hooded adventurer who made Sherwood his home. No, this time the forest trembles with the approaching footsteps of another legend - the one with a crown on his head and the sword of Excalibur in his right hand.—G