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Chapter 1
Allan's P.o.V.
"What is this stuff?" I asked, trying to get the taste of that weird plant-thing out of my mouth, "Tastes weird." 'You'll be fine," Robin assured me, "As long as you don't-" Grimacing, I swallowed it. "-Swallow it!" Robin finished, looking alarmed, "I said don't swallow it!" He grabbed the back of my neck, and then took a deep breath, "You'll be fine." I didn't agree with him. Why would he tell me not to swallow it, and then tell me that I would be fine when I did? I was now slightly troubled, but pushed the thought from my mind. If Robin said that I would be fine, then I probably would. Besides, I had other things to worry about soon enough.
A brief summary of my worries:
John fell down a mine, but was rescued by that Saracen ex-slave boy, Jack.
Robin still acted like something bad was going to happen to me. See, this is the way it went (this is right before John fell down the mine):
Robin: I think we deserve an outing to Nottingham, for such as smooth and successful mission. Aside from Allan's ingestion of a certain plant root-
Me: Which is going to do what to me, exactly?
Cue John falling down the mine.
The sheriff's men showed up and tried to stop us from burning the mine, after John was rescued- they had no luck.
Robin finds out that that stupid boy, Rowan, was going to try to kill Marian to get revenge on Gisborne and had to run off to the archery competition to save her.
By that time, I was feeling a little queasy, so I volunteered to go back to the camp with John, who was fine, by the way.
We discovered that that Saracen slave boy, Jack was really a girl, named-something starting with an 'S,' but she preferred that we call her Djaq. (Pronounced like 'Jack' but much cooler looking.)
Accepted Djaq into our band.
By this time, I was feeling too sick to do much more than moan pitifully. I wanted desperately to believe what Robin said, that I would be fine, but I felt too awful to believe it. Everyone seemed to have taken Robin at his word, and that I would be fine, but, at that point, all evidence pointed to the contrary. Djaq seemed to have noticed my pathetic state. She frowned at me, then asked, in her peculiar accent, "How long has he been like that?" Robin shrugged, "Maybe a few hours." She looked concerned as she walked toward me. She stared at me intently until, I, even in my sorry state, felt self-conscious and tried to move away. She stopped me, seizing my arm, then let go abruptly. Her hand went up to feel my forehead. She jerked her hand away, the whirled to ask Robin, "That plant that you gave him, do you have any more?" Robin looked puzzled but said, "Yes. Why do you ask?" "Let me see it," Djaq insisted. Robin handed over a few more of those stupid plant-things. I glared at them as best I could, feeling that dying might be a nice reprieve. She took it from Robin, then sniffed it, just like I had. She bit off a tiny corner of it, then spat it out. She spit a couple more times to rid herself of the taste, then asked Robin, "Did you know that it was going to make him sick?" Robin, looking indignant, said, "No! Of course not! I wouldn't have given it to him, if I had known it would make him sick. I told him not to swallow it! Besides, he'll feel bad for about a day, then he'll be fine." "Would this plant cause him to run a high fever?" Djaq demanded. "What?" Robin said. I felt dizzy all of a sudden. The world swam before my eyes, then turned black. The last things I saw were Djaq and Robin starting toward me, looking very alarmed.