I watched them until they reached the edge of the forest. By that time I had decided, I didn't trust him to look after himself. Not after his father's recent death. So I silently slipped back indoors to collect my weapons and thick, black cloak which I threw over my shoulders. I quickly wrapped a leather mask round my mouth and cut holes in a second which I wrapped round my eyes and nose. Silently, I made my way to the back door where I collected my tent and sacking on which I was to sleep. I took one last glance around my home, tears coming to my eyes as I thought of my father. But I remembered my mission and brushed them away. With that, I turned and strode out into the dark night with grim determination etched onto my face.
The next morning I awoke with the morning dew resting lightly on the side of my face. I wondered where I was and why I was not at home in my bed. Suddenly, as I began to sit up and feel the burn in my legs, it all came back to me. I remembered very vividly following Robin and Much into the depths of Sherwood, but being men, they had made the 'wise' decision to continue through into Barnesdale. Once they finally felt they had walked far enough (!) they set up camp on the outskirts of the forest, with me but a few feet into the trees behind them.
By the time they were ready to go, I was already becoming impatient.We travelled miles that day, and my legs were almost collapsing beneath me (as were Much's, not that he'd admit it). Just as the sun was beginning to set, I lost sight of them. Admittedly, I began to panic but kept calm and quietly followed the path they had just trodden into the undergrowth. All of a sudden, I broke out of the foilage and onto a path. Before me was the sea. Twinkling in the sun's dying rays and a deep, glittering blue, it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.