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Boglie xx

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Djaq sighed as she left the site of the graves. Deep down she understood the reasoning of what she had had to do, but she couldn't help but reflect on the unnecessary pain that would result from the secrecy which would follow…

1 year later

Robin sighed as he watched after the retreating backs of his friends, at long last pardoned and returning home. Much hesitated as he noticed his friend was not with them, "Robin?"

"Go" Robin replied, making no move to follow.

"Master, Gisbourne has gone; you can return to Locksley…" Much reassured him, concerned by his old master's blankness. Understandably, Robin had never been the same since their return from the Holy Land, since…what happened…, but even without Marian, the King had returned, Prince John and the Sheriff had been defeated; they could go home!

"Just go."

John and Allan sighed, again moving off towards home. They could see why Robin did not want to return to Locksley, but they knew that if Robin was going to open up to anyone, it would be Much.

Much, left looking between the retreating backs of his friends and Robin waited for a moment, gathering his thoughts before moving back over to camp, dumping his bags and making himself at home. "What are you doing?" Robin enquired half-heartedly as he himself returned to poking the dying embers of the fire. "If you are not leaving, than neither am I. You are stuck with me – now tell me you do not wish to return to Locksley". Robin smiled; whatever had happened, however much he wanted to be alone, he could not deny the reassurance of Much's presence. Much sighed, "Master, what is the matter? We've done it…we've defeated the Sheriff", he paused, "Marian would be proud of you".

Robin nodded, "But now what…I promised her I would keep fighting, and I have…but now what am I to do…her dying wasn't part of the plan"

"No, but now you move on…you make a new plan. You go home, to Locksley, eat, sleep, and tomorrow, tomorrow we move on, all of us, together." Much replied supportively; whatever happened, even at Bonchurch, he would never abandon his master. Robin sighed, looking up at his friend, "I can't go home, Much" he admitted, "I can't go to Locksley…not without Marian. Without Marian…without her, there is no Locksley."

"Then what are you going to do?" Much asked, confused, "You can hardly live out here alone; I mean you are welcome at Bonchurch at any time, you know that, but…"

"I don't know, Much" Robin sighed, "I don't know."

Much watched sadly as Robin looked around, standing to gather his various belongings. "Where are you going?" he asked after a while, confused as Robin proceeded to load himself with his kit. "The Holy Land" Robin replied.

"What?" Much followed his friend in confusion, "The Holy land, why?" He stopped as the answer dawned on him, "To see Marian."

"To say goodbye"

Robin looked up as Much loyally took his place at his side, himself laden with gear. "If you are going to the Holy Land, then so am I"