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True Glory
The night had been long, the task arduous, the result blessed.
Marian lay back, exhausted, body aching, heart full.
A fragile cry pierced the night and she smiled, tears of joy trickling down her face.
The waiting and the wondering were over. She'd borne a child. His child. Their child. A child they'd longed for, fought for.
The day dawned, bright like the future.
Robin beheld his wife, awed and humbled; he beheld his child . . . a son. His son. Their son.
No longer an outlaw, but a nobleman. More importantly a husband and a father.
Here was glory at last.
~ Fin ~