Salvation
Sequel To: Take me to Your Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters etc.
Part 1
The man travelled slowly, his donkey was small and he rather large a burden for it to carry. Nonetheless he moved silently not drawing attention to himself at all, underfoot was muddy despite the sub-zero temperatures. It was dark and it was cold. Icicles were hanging in their dozens off the undressed branches of the trees. The only people out on a night like this would be beggars, villains and fools, he decided perhaps he was the latter, but he had no wish to venture into Sherwood Forest by day in case he came across the infamous Robin Hood and was forced to part with his wealth. Not that he had a lot, but was in the benefit of a small amount of money on his person when he had agreed to marry two peasants three days previously.
He did wonder what indeed Robin Hood was like. He had heard good as well as not so good things about the man. The good things had come via the poor and oppressed while the non favourable had come from people in position, take the Sheriff of Nottingham for example and his side kick Sir Guy of Gisborne. Now there were two corrupt individuals if ever he had seen, and seen them he had. They though did not know him and he wanted to keep it that way, to be just another person in their 'shire', who did as he was bid and caused no uproar. He had a job to do, a position to be filled and he was going to fill it. Brother John declared that he, Friar Tuck was not worthy of being at the Abbey, perhaps a year or two in the big wide world, taking a position for which he would gain no monetary pay would maybe endure his heart better to the work of God.
Tuck shook his head, Brother John was far from perfect in fact possibly only the Sheriff and Gisborne were more dishonest in the whole of the county. He, himself had taken pity on a woman needing help, assistance, pity and for that it seemed he was to be punished or at least driven from the Abbey where he had resided in for so long.
He yawned he had been travelling some time and while nearer his destination was not there as of yet, he was on his way out of the forest and hoped that when in the open countryside would not be accosted by some common criminal, Robin Hood certainly was not that; common. He was a man of lineage, a man who if the tales were to be true had saved the King's life in the Holy Land and therefore was a hero, in Jerusalem, London and in Nottingham and possibly the entire width and breath of England. The people's hero, Robin Hood; had a nice ring to it, he smiled, wishing perhaps Robin had stopped him during his passage through Sherwood; he wanted to be acquainted with the great legend after all.