God Save the Queen Chapter 1: I spy with my little eye, a robin hood bbc fanfic

Robin Hood BBC 2006: God Save the Queen

(Set after season 2 finale)

Chapter 1: I Spy with My Little Eye

-- Nottingham castle--

The sheriff looked out the window of the great hall and cringed. There were happy little people putting up yellow and green banners in the castle in anticipation of summer solstice. Some banners even stretched from the keep to the battlements-- "to make it more festive" they said. Sure there were still the grim and sad begging in town. But it was the happy little people that kept getting his attention. Together with the blue sky, sunshine and the flitting of birds, everything seemed far too picturesque for his liking. It was enough for him to almost miss the monotoned colours of the Holy Land. He spotted the hanging post with no one hanging from it and frowned. Something needed to be done.

"Gisbourne!" He shouted out. Almost automatically, the door to the great hall opened and a man clothed in black leather marched in grimly. The man was paler that usual from lack of sleep which contrasted with the dark circles under his eyes. But the fact that he was still there closing the door behind him almost made Vassey smile. Sir Guy of Gisbourne was his right hand man and his loyalty to their cause was without blemish.

"Yes, my lord sheriff." He greeted without much enthusiasm.

The sheriff went to circle his right hand man as if he was inspecting his uniform. "Gizzy, Gizzy, Gizzy." He shook his head in disapproval once he stopped right in front of his lieutenant. He leaned forward taking a sniff at Sir Guy of Gisbourne. "Still not rid of the leper stench hm?" But instead of looking disappointed, the sheriff looked quite pleased. Sir Guy's forehead furrowed in confusion. "This is good. This is very good." He said.

"Good, sir? It's good to see my misery pleases you." Gisbourne answered sarcastically.

"You don't see it? No?" The sheriff inquired. He clapped his hands before heading for his seat. "You see dear boy, if you're have not gotten over this nonsense. Then I'm betting that neither has he. I mean you-- what you had was unrequited. But he," the sheriff lifted a finger to emphasize his point, "he had her. The fact that he's been shooting off target the last time he was here to free that man from hanging just proves it." He sat down with much pomp ignoring the fact that Gisbourne was growing increasingly uncomfortable. "Did you see it Gisbourne? The other day? Two arrows just to cut the rope. No fancy speech either. His gang just left." Vassey shook his head again. "It's a real shame really. He's not taking us seriously anymore. Here I thought we were having fun." He mused. Then his eyes landed on Gisbourne's stoic expression. "Gisbourne, are you listening to me?" He asked.

"Yes, Lord Sheriff. Of course I'm listening." He answered dryly. "But what do you intend to do?"

The sheriff grinned. "Gisbourne, you're going to like this. We should show the Knights what we have after all. Gather the guards 'round, Gizzy. Let's go hunting for a little bird. A little Robin bird."

--Sherwood forest--

Much sighed with frustration as he tried to keep his dagger strokes even on the thin piece of wood. He missed Will. The carpenter made it look so easy in the past. Will would just whittle wood into arrows quietly and with such swift efficiency that it looked like anybody could make them-- even Much. But he was mistaken. Much 's jaw tightened in ire when his dagger slipped again causing the wood to crack. He looked up to they sky praying for some sort of an inspiration. The arrow was gone now that the wood was splintered. He tossed what he was making to a growing pile of arrows that had gone wrong. With stubborn determination, he took another long twig from a pile to started another attempt.

After a quarter of an hour, he held up his handiwork with a grin. There it was. Another well- made Much arrow, ready for the fletchings to be tied on before joining the handful of successful arrows he had made that afternoon. He smiled proudly admiring his new arrow. It was then that he heard a ball rolling. He gently placed his new arrow down to take a look around the camp. There was nothing out of the ordinary. In a few short weeks it would be the official start of summer, though it was quite obvious that the weather had already turned. Robin was sulking quietly against a tree. The forest looked greener as the months of spring rolled by. There was no sign of Little John but why would there be? Little John had left an hour earlier to drop off what the meager amount they have for the desperate. But the rolling sound continued getting louder.

"What is that?" Much asked loudly to no particular person.

"What's what, Much?" Replied a sleepy Allan- A- Dale on lying on his bunk.

Much got his shield lying on the floor behind him just in case there was trouble. "That! Don't you hear it?" He said.

Allan rolled over to listen and catch what Much was talking about. He shook his head. "Not being funny, but I don't hear anything." He replied returning to his original position. "Maybe you're imagining things."

"I am not imagining things. It's there. I hear it. There is a rolling sound. And I am going to find it!" Much answered with absolute certainty. But just as he stood up, a small lead ball fell on his left foot from one of the plants. Much howled in pain. He fell back down to the ground cursing incoherently. "For the love of..." He trailed on.

Allan hopped out of his bunk immediately to look after his friend. "What happened?" He asked when he reached the smaller man. He saw Robin slowly walk over to them to investigate as well.

"An animal! A tiny vicious animal attacked... attacked my foot!" Much exclaimed still rubbing his foot.

"Maybe the squirrels are finally planning their revenge." Allan smirked looking around the ground for Much's vicious animal.

They both saw Robin roll his eyes and picked something from the ground. "Vicious animal?" He asked dryly without so much of a ghost of a smile characteristic to Robin of Locksley. He showed his former servant the lead ball before tossing it to Allan and heading for his bunk.

"Your concern is appreciated!" Much replied sarcastically at his depressed friend. He shot the laughing Allan- A- Dale a dirty look as the pain subsided. "One day, something will happen to your foot. And you. You will not see me laughing. Instead, you will see me actually trying to help. Because that's what friends do. Help." He ranted while putting his boot back on.

Allan grinned checking the ball on his hand. "You know what, this looks familiar." Allan gave Much a curious look. "Not being funny, but isn't this the ball Will placed to ring the alarm?" He saw Much pale significantly. Allan felt his grin getting wider by the second. "Much, you were the one who set the thing yesterday. Did you forget to put the plate back on?" When the sitting man refused to meet his gaze and stayed silent, Allan knew he had him. "You did! You forgot to put the plate back on. Seriously, Much." He teased.

"Sorry!" Much exclaimed standing up. "At least I took the initiative to actually do something. I reset the alarms, stock the pantry, cook... What have you done lately besides the roof? By the way, it's still lopsided." He adjusted his cap. "In any case, we seem to have a visitor. I should go see who it is. You should stay here." He said tilting his head in the direction of Robin's bunk. Someone needed to stay with Robin. "Then maybe after, I'll go to town to see if anything new is going on." He smiled wistfully.

Allan's smile faded. "What? That doesn't seem fair now does it? You have an injured foot." He argued but Much was quick to block his way. Allan knew by the way the smaller man smiled that this was meant to punish him for laughing. "Come on Much! You must be joking." He started again just to get an expectant look from the former man servant. Allan sighed defeatedly. "Fine. But if he kills me while you're away remember that this was your idea." Then he added in a softer tone "Honestly, this," he motioned to Robin with his gaze, "this is starting to get ridiculous." He said.

"I know." He mumbled in agreement once he was out of earshot.
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Much climbed stealthily up the hill to where he had laid the trap on one of the paths. He heard laughter before he even reached the place. He immediately hid behind some bushes making sure that he still had a clear view of the events on the path. Much paled at the sight and started to walk backwards. There were 5 soldiers and horses. One of them had been caught and was lifted to the air. One was trying to cut the man free while the others laughed at the sight.

"Bloody hell," one of them said, "do you reckon the other teams are having this much trouble?"

"Teams?!" Much eyes widened.

One of them couldn't stop laughing. "And we thought Robin Hood's gang was oppose to hangings." He said in between chuckles. "Look at Carl, does he look like he's floating to you? A clue: no." He mimicked the sheriff lines. The rest of the guards fell into hysterical laughter again.

"Oh no. This is bad." Much mumbled to himself. "I have to warn the others." He said turning around just to find that two guards were there watching him. Much stood frozen in a mixture of shock and fear. The soldiers started to walk towards him as he took an equal amount of steps back until he felt the branches of the bush press against his back."Can't we just talk about this?" He pleaded weakly.

The guards brandished their swords at the ready. "I can't believe this one is from Robin's gang. He's a bit short isn't he?" Asked the one on the left.

"Short?!" Much exclaimed readying his own weapon. "I am not short. I am of average height." He defended himself.

His companion smirked. "Yes, that must be him. The short and whiny one."

"That is a revolting description. I am not whiny. I am merely concerned." He replied. "As should you both be about yourselves." Much sneered before attacking one of the guards.

The guard parried the blow as both swords crossed. The other one took Much from behind and pushed him to the ground. Much was quick to be back on his feet but the first guard shook his head. "Are you sure about this?" He said motioning to the other guards that had caught up in the fray. Seven soldiers now held their weapons on the ready against one outlaw. Much's sword dropped to the ground. A guard behind him leaned forward to pick it up. "I think you will find that you have to be concerned about yourself right now." The soldier drew his fist back.

"Oh no." Much closed his eyes bracing for the oncoming blow. He felt himself falling to the forest floor before the nothingness enveloped him.
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-- Nottingham town--

Little John pulled on his hood even when it was already on. He leaned against the tavern's wall trying to be casual when a platoon of soldiers came past him. It was almost impossible to navigate the streets of town now without having to hide from soldiers. There were more guards on patrol in town for the past few days. He's asked around but people reckon it was for the summer solstice celebrations in a few weeks. The towns people themselves didn't mind the guards. They simply thought they were there so that nothing terribly unsightly would happen and dampen their spirits. Little John wished this was true. But try as he might, he couldn't erase the feeling that something bigger than the solstice was coming every time he walked freely past guards.

He continued on his way to the next family that needed coin in the adjacent street when drum beats filled the air. The people in town suddenly grew quiet and looked to each other in confusion. Little John sighed as he was forced to join the current of people moving towards the main courtyard. If he were to push against the crowd, he would stand out to the soldiers that were on their rounds. He took a look back when he past the portcullis feeling terribly uncomfortable about passing the gate when the sun was already setting.

He joined the people stop near the hanging platform that seemed like a permanent fixture of the bailey. Little John pulled on his hood again when the doors of the castle's keep opened. The sheriff walked out ahead of everyone looking triumphantly at the people. Sir Guy of Gisbourne followed right behind the Sheriff. And right behind him were a contingent of guards lead by the hangman surrounding a person Little John, even with his great height, couldn't see. The Sheriff rubbed his hands together in anticipation.

Sir Guy of Gisbourne stepped forward. "People of Nottingham!" He called out. "Today, you will see that siding with outlaws does not pay. Crime does not pay." The sheriff handed him a bag which he opened. The soldiers behind him stepped forward shoving the doomed hooded man that had been in between them violently to his knees on hanging platform. The hangman then took over readying the noose. Sir Guy tossed the seven soldiers seven smaller coin purses from inside the bag the sheriff had given him. "Robin Hood and his men may give you some money. But as you can see, catching them pays a little bit more." The seven soldiers grinned visibly before returning to their positions in a line behind Sir Guy.

Little John felt a tingle go down his spine when Gisbourne took a step back and the Sheriff stepped forward to stand beside the caught outlaw. It was then the Sheriff did something peculiar. He turned around facing the keep's doors and bowed before turning again to face the people. John suddenly saw the source of his anxiety. Pressed against the walls of the inner landing were people hooded in black. They were completely covered by the shadow that he wouldn't have noticed them if he weren't looking. The people around him didn't seem to be bothered by Vassey's actions. But they were there. John frowned. The Black Knights were in Nottingham.

"Vigilance!" The Sheriff said. "Vigilance dear people, is the key. If we keep an eye out for these outlaws then we will have a lawful society. You will be rewarded." Vassey grinned. "Do you know who we caught preying on the forest paths? Do you think we're lying when we said we've caught one of Robin Hood's men? A clue: no! We here at the castle value honesty. Honestly, people." He said. He leaned towards the prisoner. "I think you've spent too much time with a hood on your head." He continued on. "Let's hang you without it." Vassey grabbed the tied hood on the prisoner revealing him to the world.

There were a few gasps of shock in the audience. Little John's blood grew cold. He gripped his staff tighter for support. "Much." He said shell shocked more than anything else. Much continued to struggle away with his hands bound behind him but was held back by two guards. He received a few more blows to his body before falling to his knees. Little John looked around desperately to see if by some luck Allan or Robin were around. Finding none of the two amongst the crowd, he tried to think of a way to rescue his friend. But again in vain. There were too many complications for one man with a staff to handle alone. There were too many people in between him and the platform. There were too many soldiers. And then there were the Black Knights. If he even attempted a rescue, there would be two outlaws dead instead of one. What would happen to the resistance then? They were already short of people as it is. Little John gritted his teeth in frustration. One emotion he did not like was helplessness.

"That's right! Robin Hood's right hand man. From Hood's man to Hanged man. Oh! I like that. Don't you like that Gisbourne hm?" The sheriff announced as Much was fitted with a noose while two soldiers still guarded his every move. "Where's your Robin Hood now? Can't even rescue his most loyal comrade?" The Sheriff said taking a step back so that he would not be in the way of the hanging. "Any last words outlaw?" The sheriff asked once he was beside his own right hand man.

Little John saw his smaller comrade take a deep breath like he was preparing himself for death. He cursed himself under his breath for not being able to do anything. "I... I fight for King Richard and Robin Hood!" Much yelled loudly. "We are Robin Hood!" He shouted louder this time. Little John wished he could say it with him but he couldn't find his own voice.

"Lah di dah di dah. Boring." The sheriff rolled his eyes. "Hangman, do your thing." The sheriff ordered.

He wanted to tear his eyes away from this brutal scene. Much was still shouting out that he fought for King Richard and Robin Hood when the hangman placed his hands on the lever that would take the floor out underneath his friend. But as the sun set, he found that closing his eyes like Much had done now, was increasingly difficult. He watched the hangman throw the lever with the floor giving way almost in slow motion. Little John thought his heart stopped when his friend dropped with the crowd in complete silence.

But then they heard something cut through the air, cutting the rope just in time so that Much fell to the ground below instead of hanging in mid air by the rope. The thing embedded itself on the post before it stopped. Little John's systems flooded with relief as the crowd started a renewed buzz of activity. Much was surrounded immediately by the seven guards Gisbourne had ceremoniously paid just a few minutes ago. Much's hanging failed but so did his escape. It didn't matter to Little John. For now, his friend was alive and bowed his head to say a short prayer to God.

"Look! It's not an arrow!" The person beside him exclaimed to his friend beside him. "Do you reckon Robin Hood's changed weapons?" At that statement, Little John's head quickly eyed the object embedded on post. It was indeed not an arrow which meant it was not Robin who rescued Much. Instead, it was a typical soldiers' dagger that was thrown. Like everyone else, the large man started to look around trying to find who could have done this good deed but found that nobody stuck out in the crowd that could have been the culprit.

The sheriff though, did not share the sentiment. In fact, the sheriff was furiously yelling out a challenge. "Come out! You coward!" When it was obvious no one would give themselves up, he smoothened his clothes. "Very well, no matter. We still have him. I can have him hanged whenever I want. If he survives torture, that is." He said to the crowd. The soldiers dragged Much back to the castle. "Gisbourne! Take him to the dungeon." He ordered. Gisbourne gave him a small bow before disappearing inside himself.
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The tavern was filled with noise about the happenings of the day. Most of the people drank to the failed hanging saying that it was fate that someone was there to save Robin Hood's man. Some of them thought that Robin Hood's right hand man should have hanged. The sheriff's temper was brutal. Now, the doomed man would have to face torture. And sometimes, the thought was enough to choose a quick hanging instead. Some workers from the castle reported that the torture process had indeed begun. They told their stories that the man was keeping everything secret only saying the following words to every question that may lead the sheriff to Robin Hood. "I fight for King Richard and Robin Hood." or "You sir, are revolting." But he received more lashings for his bravery. Some men laughed at the man's virtue believing it was stupid. "Everyone breaks under torture. It's torture." They pointed out. While some applauded the man's virtue and loyalty by toasting a few drinks in his name.

Amdist the buzz though was a silent table where two people were waiting. The younger girl clothed in black and white tapped her gloved fingers on the wooden table nervously while the other hand supported her head. The older blonde woman beside her, wearing a faded shade of crimson and black with a little gold embroidered on the edges of her clothes, simply drank her ale patiently. "Mademoiselle." She said gently putting a hand over the girl's nervous hand.

The girl gave the woman a cheeky guilty grin and ran her hand through her straight black hair. She sat a little straighter. "Pardon Camille." She apologized but took to playing with her cross pendant instead. Her companion just nodded understanding her predicament. The girl took some of her ale. When she placed her mug down she saw the last in their party take a seat. She breathed a little easier.

"Mesdames." The man greeted taking a seat. The man wore faded dark blue, green and black clothes greatly contrasting his companions. He gave the younger girl a grim smile while taking his black hood off revealing his sandy brown hair. "I am certain and now I am sorry that I am. He is indeed a man of Robin Hood's." He said conversing in French.

"Then we must not let him die. She will not be pleased if she learns that we have let someone, who had served her when she was in need, die an unnatural death. She will be furious." The lady named Camille said calmly. "I must admit though, I am relieved. A man who would proclaim his loyalty even in the brink of death is a merit to their cause." She smiled at the younger girl. "Mademoiselle, you have been waiting to do this since you saw him being dragged in like an animal." She handed her a bag of money under the table which the girl swiftly placed inside her bag. "Remember to give that off."

The girl got ready to stand up in delight but he placed his hand on hers getting her attention again. She took her seat again to face the gentleman. "You have to be careful. I know you have done this before. But I believe the Black Knights were not gathering the last time you were here and we might not able to get to you if anything goes wrong. Strike only after they convene if possible. Am I clear?" The man explained with much concern in his blue eyes.

He released her hand and she got ready to leave with a nod. Halfway out the tavern, she returned back to her table to embrace the two older people she was with. "Merci, Raoul." She smiled hugging the man. Then she went to the older lady. "Merci Camille."

"Be careful." Camille released the girl and fixed her hair fondly. "Bon courage ma petite." She said before the girl turned to leave the tavern. She watched as the girl pulled on her hood, tightened her scarf and opened the door. A second later, she was gone to the twilight outside. Camille met her companions gaze. "So." She smiled slyly.

"So?" Raoul answered with a smile of his own.

"How do we enter ourselves?" She asked curiously. There was a familiar glint on her companions eyes that betrayed that the plan was dangerous. But only if they got caught.
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-- Outlaw's Camp--

Allan took a deep breath before placing the ladle on his lips to take a sip of whatever he made. When the sun had set and night had definitely fallen, he had decided to stop waiting for Much and Little John to come back. He was hungry and thirsty from carrying a one- sided conversation with Robin since Much left. Listening to himself was better than Robin's silence. Although he couldn't understand how the man could have kept a straight face when he said "Much told me about the honey subject with Will and Djaq. Do you think that's what happened to Much and Little John seeing as they were the left out pair at that time?"

So Allan had taken to the cooking. There were some onions, carrots, and some leaves Much liked using in everything to chop and place on the pot filled with clean water. He placed a chicken in as well. When it didn't turn into a nasty colour after nearly half an hour of mixing, Allan started sporting a cheeky grin. He must have been doing something right. The food he was cooking didn't smell burnt. He took a sip of the mixture and his grin widened.

"I think it needs a little salt. What you think eh, Robin? Not being funny but I think I'm getting excited." He said but Robin stayed silent. "What's that? Oh! You're asking me why I'm excited?" He continued on stirring. "Well, not being funny but when was the last time you had something in the forest other than Much or Djaq's cooking? No offense to them both that is. I mean, I love Much and Djaq and all. But I think those small woodland creatures would be happy that we're not eating their kind tonight. You think one day, they'll sport the bow and arrow and we'll be their sheriff of... Sherwood? Know what I mean? And Djaq, well, God... Allah or whatever, bless her soul but sometimes I find there's too much spice on her cooking. Sometimes I wonder if Will has adjusted to the food there yet. I mean you have to admit. That bread thing at Bassam's had a lot of spices us English don't have. Suprised I didn't get indigestion. I reckon he'd survive though. I mean, with Djaq there. Lucky bugger. She can probably--" But Allan was cut off by a sight of Little John rushing into camp. "Hello there, John." Allan greeted looking at the larger man trying to catch his breath with confusion. "You look like a mess." He admitted with a guilty smile. "Did something happen?"

Little John took Robin's bow and handed it to him. When Robin simply stared at the bow, John dropped it on his body lying down in front of the fire. "We go to Nottingham now." He said urgently.

Robin sat up and place his bow beside him. He looked up at the towering man. "Why?" He asked simply.

Little John stamped his staff on the ground slightly agitated at the lack of concern Robin was showing. "There are black knights in the castle. They have Much. He was almost hanged. Saved by a dagger from the crowd, he was." He informed the leader of the gang.

"What? I thought he just went to town to see the decor like he said he would." Allan stowed the ladle and reached for his sword belt hanging on his bunk. He was headed towards where the other two were fastening his cape. He placed his hands on his hips switching his gaze from Robin, who was still sitting on the ground, and John who was still staring at Robin. He waited a few seconds more before he gave up. "Not being funny lads, but if we're going to get Much out of there, we better get a move on." He suggested.

But Robin shook his head. "Not tonight." He answered staring at the fire. "Tomorrow. At first light." He decided.

"No." John shook his head in disagreement. "Tonight. Much is being tortured."

Allan grimaced remembering how he himself was tortured in the dungeons. And that was only by Guy. "Robin, I think John is right in this one. I mean, I was tortured in there by Guy and that wasn't very pleasant. Think about it. The Black Knights might be the ones taking turns in the torture chamber. Much probably doesn't have the night." He argued. John faced him and nodded in agreement.

"Do you have a plan to get in there Allan?" Robin chastised much to Allan's surprise. "Because you'd need a plan wouldn't you? To get in and get out in a castle swimming with Black Knights and their little armies? Especially since you showed them most of our ways in and out. Or have you forgotten that?" He continued.

Allan threw his hand up in air. "Oh, here we go. I'm not doing this again." He shook his head.

"Robin." Little John said in a sort of warning tone. "The fight is there." He pointed a frustrated finger in the direction of the castle.

"Agreed." A voice said from behind them suddenly cutting through their conversation. The three quickly turned to that direction with weapons at the ready. They saw a figure drop to the ground from a low branches of a large tree. The hooded person headed towards them with much determination.

Allan took his sword out of his sheath but couldn't help the feeling that he knew this one. "Stop where you are if you don't want to get hurt." He commanded.

Their visitor chuckled. "Right. That is really going to happen." Came the sarcastic reply.

John relaxed slightly upon hearing how the figure had faintly a different accent. It was familiar to him. They have met before. Upon reaching where the light started to shine, the figure pulled her hood and loosened her scarf. John couldn't help but give the girl a small smile. "The dagger that ended the hanging. That was you." He realized.

She returned his smile with a small bow. "Little John." She greeted.

Allan sheathed his sword in shock. He did remember this one. But then she was a boy with his hair tied in an unruly fashion the last time they met. But now, that boy was a girl whose dark hair she was just starting to pin back as she reached John.. "Hold on." Allan threw her a confused look. "Aren't you that thief from last fall? Leigh Thornton?" He asked.

The girl just grinned at him after giving John a friendly hug. "I do not go by his name anymore. I have finished that deed. I am simply Evangeline Stone now." She said. "Aren't you that unlikely black knight from last fall? Allan-A-Dale?" Evangeline replied mimicking Allan's words. "What happened? Did they kick you out of the leather club?" She teased before going down on one knee to face Robin before he could answer. "I heard about... her... from town." She said deciding not to use her name. "I'm so sorry Monsieur Locksley." She said sincerely. The two friends exchanged a longer embrace than what she gave John.

Allan nudged John's elbow. "How come I don't get a hug?" John just shook his head in disbelief.

"What are you doing here, Eva? I thought you would have peacefully returned to your estate in Anjou by now." Robin inquired.

"Long story that ends with me being a courtier in Aquitaine. I'm in England for Solstice trinkets." She smiled shuffling through what John thought was a familiar looking bag. She took the bag filled with coins and handed it to John when she stood up. "From the her majesty the Queen Mother with her gratitude for saving her son King Richard's life in the Holy Land last winter. To prove to you that it is from her and so that you will accept it, she tells me to say a special message for John." She grinned turning to face Little John. "She says "Hello, Big Bear."" She said trying to stifle her laughter when John gave her a mortified expression.

Allan chuckled. "Big bear? Why big bear? Are you lads not telling me something." He commented. Then caught a glimpse of Evangeline laughing and was immediately confused again. "Hold on. You said the Queen Mother. Are we talking about Eleanor of Aquitaine? How did she-"

"Do not believe for one second that events in England and the Crusades do not reach her." She answered before Allan could ask the question. "Robin. I have been informed that they are torturing Monsieur Much. He has held out so far but--"

Now it was her turn to be cut off. "Eva, you heard me. Even if you have a plan-- not until morning when we can see what we are exactly dealing with." He ordered.

Evangeline crossed her arms. "With all due respect Robin, I know this is your gang. But when the night expires so does your friend. I know exactly what we are dealing with. I have been observing that castle for days now. The Knights have brought with them a relatively small army each for their protection. Ellingham and his mercinaries have been withdrawn from Locksley to the castle as well under Gisbourne's directives. But no matter how well fortified that castle may be, it is not perfect." She argued.

"Wait a second." Allan interrupted. "You've been in and out of the castle? Undetected? Doing what exactly? Stealing from the sheriff? I thought you were here for trinkets." He asked but was unanswered. The girl ignored him holding her sight steady at their leader.

"Neither are we. We are not perfect. " Robin argued staring at the fire so that he could avoid the young girl's gaze. "If Much is holding on as well as you say, he will last till morning when we can properly prepare. We can't take that risk at night."

"What are you talking about?" She asked utterly confused. "Of course we can take that risk to rescue a dear friend. You and your gang have taken that risk for less than a life in the past." She shook her head. "What has happened to you Monsieur? Have you lost your nerve? I have seen you with the bow this last few days in rare occurrence you did appear in town and this is the only time I have seen you miss your target. This from a man who forced me to learn proper archery for half a week while waiting for a box to be made. This from a man who told me that every arrow that misses the target is a waste." Evangeline said resting her hands on her hips.

Allan exchanged the same shocked expression with Little John. "Can she talk to him like that?" He asked his larger companion.

"No she can't." Robin answered for him standing up to face the girl for the face time. "Did you know that the King made me his representative in England? Were you informed of that?" He said hoping that would keep her quiet. But he was wrong.

"Fine choice of representative." She answered without missing a beat. "An absent leader of The Cause representing an absent king. Parfait."

Robin yelled out in frustration. "That's easy for you to say. You haven't seen the horrors we've seen in the Holy Land. You haven't seen anything beyond England and your estate in Anjou. Nobody's ever died because they believed in you. Do you understand that, Eva? Worse of all, she died because of me. Marian died because I was not there for her. Marian died because of my stupid cause. And now she's gone forever." He exclaimed with so much guilt that they all paused for a moment after his outburst.

"Peace and justice are not stupid causes, Monsieur. We do what we do because we believe in something bigger than ourselves. That includes Madame Marian who you will have forever with in Heaven. Do you understand that? But that is not the point tonight. Monsieur Much believes in you. The only question tonight is whether you let your friend die because you are afraid? I, for one, will not. He will die if we do not do something. At the very least, all I needed were a few well placed arrows. But if you are not coming, I will have to do without them." She replied in a more subdued tone. She started untying something behind her neck and pulled it out a leather tag. She pressed it against Robin's hand returning the tag back from the person who gave it to her. "I will not remember you this way, Monsieur. Tonight, you are not Robin of Locksley or Robin Hood. You are just a lost man." She took a step back and bowed slightly before disappearing into the forest.

Allan placed a hand on his leader's shoulder. "Well, that still beats people who meet the sheriff. They end up hanging." He gave the man an unsure smile. "Not being funny Robin, but I'm going with her to get Much. Alright?" He said giving his leader a friendly pat.

"I too." John said. When Robin didn't say a word of reply, the two men shrugged and slowly moved out of camp trailing after the girl. Robin was left alone at camp for the first time in a long time. He just stood there in front of the fire thumbing the embossed insignia Will had elegantly marked on the leather tag for their gang. Questions abound in his head again. She had made him promise hadn't she? He had given his word to her hadn't he? He was trying his best to keep people alive wasn't he?
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-- Nottingham Castle--

Camille looked at the thick wooden beams crossing above the fiery circular table with the scale model of England with a mixture of uncertainty and disbelief. There was a piece of rope dangling right in front her but she was still looking up at the man she once thought was a absolute genius. He was only part genius now. They had broken in the castle undetected. Distracting the guards from the door of this room was simple enough. They just needed to throw a small piece of stone down the hall away from them. Misdirection always seemed to work best when there was too much pressure to keep the castle tightly guarded. The soldiers had left their post to investigate the noise and they slipped in. They worked so hard not be noticed this past few days that hiding right above the Black Knights was just ridiculous.

"Madame! I assure you that there is enough cover for us to remain unseen even if the do look up. There is hardly enough light to illuminate the whole room." Raoul said peering down.

She crossed her arms in annoyance. "When you said we would have a bird's eye view of the event, I was not expecting to take it literally. Is there not another way?" She asked.

"Do you see any other place we can stay in this circular room? Besides, the simplest way is often the best way. That is your saying, yes?" Raoul answered from above. He watched her sigh in defeat with delight. She was half way up the rope when footsteps and voices started to echo from the hall. "Hurry, Camille." He called out in a low tone. He offered her his arm to help pull her up into their hidden sanctuary.

To her surprise, the beams were wide enough that she could walk normally though not wide enough that it could erase her fear of falling in the middle of the conference. Camille scurried into the shadows of the beams leaning on the stone wall behind her. She watched Raoul keep the rope in his bag and headed for the wall at the opposite end of the beam. He turned to her grinning which annoyed her even more. "This is a ridiculous idea." She said.

The man simply grinned. "But you see, it works." He replied smugly. "And that, madame, is why you married me." He added getting comfortable in his position.

But before his wife could answer back, the door to the room opened. Sir Guy of Gisbourne circled the room once looking at every spot that a person could hide in. When he was convinced that the room was empty, he proceeded to man his post by the door checking the people for their rings. Once inside, the Black Knights took their respective seats and took off their hoods revealing themselves to each other and only to each other. No doubt it was another safety precaution just in case a stranger had infiltrated the inner sanctum like Robin Hood once did. Raoul spotted a striking man sit down without a word to any other Knight. He met his wife's gaze of concern and curiosity. She had spotted him too. "What is he doing here?" He mouthed to his wife. The girl merely shrugged.

The last to enter was the Sheriff of Nottingham. The buzz in the room quickly died down. He marched to his place grinning while Gisbourne closed the door. Vassey spread his arms wide. "Black Knights, we will soon rule supreme." He said.

"Were you able to kill that King of ours, Vassey?" A man two seats to his right asked as he lounged comfortably on his chair.

"Would we be here if he was dead already?" The sheriff answered quickly. "As I was saying, our dear King Richard is nearly done attaining peace in the Holy Land. That does not benefit us. No. That does not benefit us at all, does it Gisbourne?" He asked his right hand man.

"No, Lord Sheriff." He replied in the same grim fashion he had earlier that day.

A man three seats to the sheriff's left crossed his arms. "What are you going to do about it this time? Our existence has now been exposed. A pact you have yet to retrieve. The King knows about us thanks to that outlaw Robin Hood. Your shire's outlaw, Sheriff. Even the old Lord of Winchester has lost our documents to a mere thief. I even have word from my trusted spy within the court of Aquitaine that the Queen Mother is now keeping notes on Prince John's plans. On us. She's spying on us. Gentlemen, as we stand today, we are spread too thin." The man stood up much to Vassey's dismay. "What we should do, my fellow Black Knights, is to consolidate our resources to make us more formidable if and when the King returns. How many times do we have to plan to assassinate the king and fail before we learn our lesson? All the while, we can just get England wholly in our hands. Let us see if he can wrestle it away from us when he comes with whatever he has left from the crusades."

The men in the room started to talk to consider this suggestion when the man sat down. Vassey pounded on the model of England to catch all their attention. "Lah di dah di dah." The sheriff said unimpressed. "That, my dear Lords, is the coward's way out." He announced walking over to the sitting dissenter. "Did you think that when the King returns with only a handful of crusaders to fight for England, Queen Eleanor would let her favorite son be outnumbered? A clue: No. We might as well be handing England to him in a silver platter." He yelled angrily to the man's face. Then he turned around calmly. "Assassinating the King in the Holy Lands-- been there, done that. It's old news. What we should do dear Knights, is hurt the king where it hurts most."

"And how do we do that, Vassey?" The man right across the table from him now asked. "Go to the king and kick him?" The Black Knights started laughing at the comment.

"A clue: no." The sheriff grinned slyly. "We pay a few noble nobles a visit. Leave it to me."

"Leave it to you?!" The unimpressed man exclaimed.

"Vassey," the man Raoul and Camille have been eying in the circle stood up. Everybody in the room recoiled slightly. The Sheriff himself nervously looked to his direction. "Don't think for a second I have forgotten our losses. Spencer is correct. We are not as strong as we used to be. But the time of my brother's return is fast approaching. And desperate times call for desperate measures." The man gave the sheriff a steely gaze. "Because you've come closer than any here to kill the king, I leave this to you. But mark my words Vassey, this is your last chance."

The sheriff gave the man a low bow. "Yes my Prince. Thank you." He said in tone so reverend that it almost sounded like a prayer.

Right above them, Raoul and Camille exchanged worried glances from across the beam.
--

Evangeline stood hooded behind a discarded market cart near one of the castle's turrets on outer walls. She drew the English long bow aiming for one of the small windows. She saw the shadow of the guard inside climbing up the stairs inside. It wouldn't be long now until he passed the window. She took a deep breath ready to release the arrow.

"You know, you really shouldn't talk to Robin like that. You could've been a bit nicer. I mean, the man just lost the love of his life in the Holy Land." The man sitting on the ground looking out at the mess of a marketplace suddenly said. Her concentration broke at the sound of the man talking. She relaxed her form with a sigh and lowered her bow. "And you're a girl. You think you'd give him some sympathy." Allan said finally looking up at what the girl was up to. The girl just looked down on him annoyed. "What?" Allan asked after a few seconds.

"I lost my shot because you started talking." Evangeline answered curtly.

Allan shrugged. "There are two other windows right? Pick one of them."

"That was the easiest." She replied with tinge of annoyance in her voice. "Now, we have to wait again. Little John, if Monsieur Much is dead by the time we get there. He is the one at fault." She said pointing to Allan. "I think I know why the Saracen Djaq chose Will over you-- she probably noticed your nose gets longer the more you talk. Right John?" John rolled his eyes at the two acting like little children.

"Ouch. That actually hurts." Allan said. "All that just because you lost a shot? Not being funny but I thought you were good at this type of thing."

"She's not. She's good with daggers and swords." A familiar voice said from a cart behind theirs. Robin sprinted quickly to their position. He saw Eva slumping to the ground with relief. "Not much for the bow and arrow" He continued. She tossed the longbow on the cart. "Now, didn't I tell you that archery was important?" Robin grinned smugly. "Nice choice, Eva. This is the only one that's mostly covered in shadow."

Evangeline laughed. "The goal is to obviously get in undetected. It took you long enough to get here Locksley. I must admit I'm slightly relieved. I thought I had to take this one to help carry Much away from the dungeon." She said tilting her head at Allan. "We would have been caught for sure."

"Apologies." He replied tossing her a tag from his pocket. "I got lost. Now, this plan of yours?"

The girl pointed at the second window before handing him some rope. "Those guards up there manning the battlements are not guards. Those are Ellingham's men. Shoot that particular one, sil vous plait. He is about John's size."
--

Much tried shifting into a more comfortable position slumped against the corner of his jail cell. He found none. Every inch of his body hurt. He hardly had enough energy to open his eyes to look out just in case Gisbourne or the Sheriff or the jailer came back for more sadistic torture. Those men were simply revolting. He was proud of himself in some ways. He has been whipped, whacked, burned and lashed but he hasn't given one single secret away. He loved the gang. He'd really rather suffer some more than bring them any danger. Although, he suddenly felt really bad and it wasn't because of the pain from his injuries. He suddenly remembered an old comrade, Roy, who was also beaten to death in this very dungeon. He also finally understood why Allan had chosen to make a deal with Gisbourne. He hoped for anything to end this suffering. Even death seemed easier now.

A tear rolled down his face when he realized that it was probably really late already. If there was a rescue operation at work, it should've been done by now. But then he remembered Robin's odd new rule-- wait for daylight. He was too tired to wipe the tear away. It didn't matter because more tears were flowing now. The gang, he thought, was probably at camp eating who knows what because he wasn't there to cook. Have they even realized that he hasn't returned? How he wished that he was there at this moment instead of being in a cold empty dungeon alone with no one. How he wished he was there with them all like happier days that had gone by-- with Robin and Marian, with Will and Djaq, and with Little John, Roy, and yes, even Allan. Did his life just pass by in a blink of an eye?

He heard the dungeon doors creak open and close followed by scuffles and footsteps. There was a loud thud then a jingle of keys. And Much found himself bracing for another round of torture.

"Merde!" A faint curse echoed softly through the dungeons. "Monsieur!" A girl chastised.

"What?" Came a reply that feigned innocence. Much's heart skipped a beat. He could recognize that voice anywhere. But he didn't have the energy to shout out for help. It didn't matter. He was confident now that he would not die inside the evil dungeon. He felt better now that he knew for sure that torture was over.

Robin watched as Evangeline remained at the foot of the stairs watching the door just in case someone came in. He proceeded to check cell by cell for his friend. When he found Much, his heart fell. There was his most loyal comrade hiding in a corner like a scared child. He was blackened and bruised all over. There was blood on his clothes. In fact, he could smell the burnt cloth from where he was standing trying to get the gate to open. But he could still see him breathing. That was a good sign. The others were right. Much wouldn't have lasted more of this.

The gate gave way finally. He rushed to his friend's side. "Oh, Much. I'm so sorry." He said gingerly lifting one of Much's arms over his shoulder so he could help support him when they stood.

"You're late, master." Much barely replied. Robin saw the edges of his lips curve upward slightly telling him that it was a joke.

"Well, my friend. This is a rescue and i think you will find that we are undetected." He informed his friend using his own words from years before. There was twitch on Much's lips and Robin knew he remembered that particular incident. "I know it will hurt. But I need you to stand and walk if we are to get away." Robin saw the man bob his head in agreement. "Ready, steady... go." He counted down slowly raising them both from the ground. There was a muffled grunt that came from Much but once they were steady on their feet. They slowly made their way out of the dungeon with Evangeline leading.

Robin saw her pull on her hood and tug at her scarf. Two daggers from her side found her hand. He saw her close her eyes. She paused crouched right beside the door as if she was trying to hear what was on the other side. "Guards right behind the door." She said. She pulled away and immediately, one hand started twirling the dagger it held absently. Robin didn't have to ask what was happening. He knew that she found danger on the other side. "You alright, Eva?" He asked in a low tone.

The girl looked back with unsure hazel green eyes. "When you went to the Holy Land, did you see Carter?" She asked simply.

Robin paused at the odd question. Maybe it wasn't the danger behind the door that she was uncertain about. He saw the twirling dagger go faster. He looked up at his friend in confusion. "The sheriff stabbed in with a dagger in a village when we were trying to protect the king. We owe him our lives." He saw a flash of sadness in her eyes before she looked back to the door. "Eva, how do you know Carter?" He asked curiously.

"Another long story. I guess there is always heaven." She replied softly. "Are you ready, Messieurs?" She asked. "At the count of three then. One. Two. Three!" She shoved the door open hitting both guards at the other side off balance. Once she was outside, she kicked the door closed once more.

Robin didn't like waiting in the sidelines but he didn't have a choice. He had to be the one beside Much. Eva wouldn't be able to handle the weight of his friend. There were sounds of swords crossing. There were muffled shouts for reinforcements. There was bang on the door and then there was silence. The door opened again. Robin held his breath.

Then he let it go once he saw that it was just Allan and Evangeline. "Need some help there Robin?" Allan grinned going down to take Much's other side. Evangeline held the door for them until they got through.

"Fastest way up Allan." Robin ordered.

"Right." Allan said. "Eva, is it?" He looked at the 'former' thief stealing the a sword and daggers from the unconscious guards. When she didn't reply with a comment a second later, Allan thought it was a bit odd seeing as she was quick to reply just moments before. "Anyway, down the hall there's a row of stair cases. We get to the top floor, turn right, down the hall again and that's the room we're looking for."

"Good." She replied leading the way again.
--

After the Black Knights left, the Sheriff had decided to stay a little while to plan his new scheme. The Black Knights were counting on this one to work. He tapped his finger on his chin while staring at the model of England. He loved looking at the model while he was thinking. It gives him a visual of what is at stake. The sound of soldiers' hurried footsteps and various orders and shouting of different location echoed through the circular room. Vassey pounded on the table in frustration. "I can't think with this blasted noise!" He yelled out.

The Sheriff marched over to the door and threw it open. A platoon of soldiers rushed past the door giving him no notice. Then he found what he was looking for. A tall pale man dressed in black following the soldiers with determination. "Gisbourne!" He called out heading straight for him. "What is happening?" He demanded grabbing the man by the collar.

"The whole castle is going to lock down. Robin Hood and his men are attempting a rescue. My men have them trapped on the top floor. I'm heading there now." Gisbourne quickly summarized.

"What?! Now?! The Black Knights have just left. I don't want them hearing about this." The Sheriff ordered. But he found that his right hand man was not even looking at him talk. He was looking further away to the door he had left open. "Gisbourne! Are you listening to me?"

"All of the Knights have left? But if you were alone," Gisbourne said suspiciously, "then, who just left the room with you?" He asked.

The sheriff gave his lieutenant a confused look. "What are you talking about, dear boy? Are you seeing leper ghosts?" He replied before turning around to see what the taller man was pointing at. Then he saw them. Two black hooded people disappearing down the stairs. The guards ignored them thinking they were indeed Black Knights. But then the Sheriff saw a glimpse of a faded red badge with a single yellow lion revealed when the person's cape twisted as he turned to go down. "Aquitaine." He silently growled angrily.

"What was that my Lord?" Sir Guy asked.

The Sheriff snapped his head back to the lieutenant. "What are you still doing here Gisbourne! Get Hood. Get Hood now!" His lieutenant broke into a run instantly leaving the sheriff with his thoughts. "That leper will pay dearly." He vowed heading back inside the room and slamming it shut.
--

Allan half dragged, half supported Much on his own towards the room they wanted. He watched as Robin and Evangeline were both keeping the soldiers away from them almost miraculously. It was like they divided the wide corridor in two manning their sides. Sometimes they would switch parts and defended again. But what Allan noticed the most is the similarities on how the two fought. It was true they fought very differently. Robin yelled as he fought while the girl remained amazingly silent. But they both were reluctant to kill unless they had to. They were aiming to put people out of their consciousness or at least a non fatal injury. It was interesting how hey were both trying very hard to avoid using the sword's blade without previously having to talk about not killing anyone.

In fact, he was quite happy that Robin looked like he was back to his old form. This plan of theirs felt brilliant again-- just like Robin's old schemes against the sheriff. Evangeline had thought of securing a side of the battlement and leaving John and Allan there under the guise of guards. They would enter the castle with black hoods so they could pose as black knights who were, by her calculations, ready to leave Nottingham. But getting out of the castle would be the hard fought battle just to get inside a certain room on the top floor of the keep.

Robin was quick to point out a few holes that sounded much like wishful thinking. He insist on two people to get Much. One of them being Allan because he knew the ins and outs of this castle better than anyone present. He said that with two people and her, the whole plan will go on faster. Instead of just Evangeline fighting off guards as they come, another man could help out effectively blocking the corridor all together. It would be less likely that they would be run down.

He would've loved to just stare and watch the fight. He was brought back to reality by a grunting Much. They were suppose to rescue him after all. Every second he wasted watching the good fight, was a second that the two combatants keeping soldiers at bay were losing ground. It was another second that brought the possibility of getting caught. "You there yet Allan?" Robin called out without looking back.

Allan gave the ring on the door a good pull. The door opened for him. He entered with Much and relief flooded his system. "We're in!" He yelled out making his way to the window.

"Here that Eva?" Robin said stealing a side glance at his silent friend. He was used to it. She took very much like the crusaders who raised her after all. They were amiable people until they had to fight. Then they turned deathly silent. He saw her nod and grinned. Robin was getting tired of this fight. He crossed swords with a soldier in front of him then kicked him away so that his friend behind him could catch him. Seeing the distance he had created, he sprinted for the door. When he was in, he turned to see that the girl had just thrown a dagger back to the nearest soldier after her. The soldier fell. But the man behind him dove for her grabbing the girl in mid air. They fell to the floor with the girl underneath.

"Eva!" Robin called out in concern. The man had straddled the girl down ready to stab her. The girl raised both her arms up to block the sword. To the guard's surprise, the sword didn't meet flesh. Robin watched as the girl pushed the sword off her arms and quickly unsheathed a long dagger from her sleeve. The dagger danced in her hand quickly to set up her strike. She slashed the man's fighting arm making him double over on the floor grasping his arm. The weight on her lightened. She was able to pull herself out from under the man quickly getting to her feet. She dove for the door just in time for Robin to see Sir Guy of Gisbourne and another set of guards find the top of the staircase.

Allan looked out of the window uncertainly. There was a wide yellow cloth banner under the window that stretched until the turret they had infiltrated before. He could see John on the walkway waiting for them to slide down. He saw Robin slam the door shut and Evangeline push a small wooden table to keep it shut at least for a few minutes. He looked out the window again. It was very high. Too high for his liking. "Are we sure about this plan?" He asked.

There was pounding on the door. "Hood! There's no where for you to run!" Gisbourne's voice traveled through the door.

"Then why don't you sound so convinced, Gisbourne? Or maybe the truth is you just don't want to kill me." Robin had yelled back. He looked at Allan expectantly but walked over to Much. "We're sure Allan. Go with Much." He ordered as he lifted Much off the ground and to the window. They maneuvered Much so that he would be sitting on the window sill with Allan but looking out of the castle. The pounding continued as the soldiers tried to break open the door. Evangeline leaned casually on the table she had used as a barricade making sure that they couldn't enter.

Allan looked at the view down below beyond the big yellow banner and at his dangling feet. He looked back again wishing his eyes were swollen like Much so that he couldn't see. He glanced back to the room one more time to meet Robin's gaze. "Not being funny, but this is a really big drop if something happens. Are we sure about this?" He asked.

"Stop that! Get some pitch. Burn it down." They heard Gisbourne order. There was a few muffled sounds of shifting guards. Robin and Evangeline exchanged worried glances when they heard liquid splash on the door.

There was a smell of smoke in the air. "Take your time. It would take awhile for things to burn in pitch." Evangeline suddenly said sarcastically breaking her silence.

"Yes, Allan. We're sure." Robin said with a decisive nod. "Go. Now."

Allan took a deep breath, pushed Much forward while he jumped. He felt the burning sensation of cloth against cloth as they slid down far too fast for his liking. His heart was beating wildly. He had wanted to scream but he remembered the plan-- screaming alerts the guards at the quad. No, they had to be silent so that everybody thinks that they're still in that room. He changed his mind. This plan of theirs, if his stomach would survive it, is definitely not the most brilliant one.

The ride was over less than a minute later. Little John, dressed like a guard, had caught them and placed them to rest against the parapet. That was a good idea. Allan didn't feel very well after. When he opened his eyes he saw Robin resting beside him with a small smile on his face.

"That is the last time I trust that girl with an exit strategy." He said. Robin took a quick look around him. "Wait. Where is she? John, did Eva slide down?" He asked looking at the big man. John simply shook his head.

The smoke was getting thicker now as it filtered out of the window. There were glimpses of silver streaks going through the air cutting the smoke in some places. Allan saw a dark figure pass by the window. "I think she's still in there, Robin." He replied. "How do we get her out?" He asked.The yellow banner was suddenly cut in two parts-- one longer than the other. The longer banner fell gracefully down to the ground. A figure jumped out of the window. Allan's jaw dropped. "I can't believe this." He exclaimed. He couldn't see where the body had landed. The rest of the way down was now covered in shadow.

Robin could see his most hated enemy peer out of the window. "Find them! Find Hood." His orders echoed through the ensued in the quad below. Robin's hands itched for his bow. He could kill that man at this distance but he knew now is not the time. He had to find Evangeline. His eyes scanned every inch of the tower they had just come from for a sign that his friend was still alive. He was about to lose hope when a breeze flitted what was left of the banner away for a second just enough for him to see a small window closing slowly underneath it. "There." He pointed at the window closing. "She'll be fine. Eva can take care of herself." He said turning to face his gang.

"Then it's time to go." Little John prompted them knowing that the battlements would be filled with soldiers and mercenaries soon. He lifted Much with ease placing him over his shoulder. And with a decisive nod from Robin, the outlaws went out the way they came in covered in shadows.
--

--Outlaw's camp--

Robin stared as the sun filtered in the leafy canopy of the forest. He watched as the clouds sailed against the blue sky above him. She was there watching him. He could feel her in the warmth of the sun. He longed for her every minute of everyday. Marian was in his heart always and that , he realized, would make her live forever. She will never fade. Suddenly, he felt like he was awake for the first time in months. He smiled comfortably.

"Well then Monsieur," A face said jovially, blocking his view of the sky. "Monsieur Much is sleeping. My wife says your friend has not taken a fever. She has fixed him with those brilliant salves you had found yesterday. He should make a full recovery if you could keep the wounds clean to prevent infection."

Robin stood up automatically. "Thank you, Sir Raoul." He shook his hand in all sincerity for the taller man from Aquitaine. When they had reached the camp, they immediately went looking for leftovers of Djaq's salves and bandages. To their dismay, they could not make out Djaq's handwriting. So they had decided to deal with Much's deep wounds first. Robin had gotten the needle from Allan after much debate on whether they should call on Matilda. He was about to start sewing when Eva had appeared from the forest with two people behind her saying that the other lady was trained. The gang was unsure at first until the man with them confessed that they were part of the Queen's Knights. The rest of the night was spent following Lady Camille's orders for hot water, wine, and other things she said in French that had to be translated. In fact, John and Allan were still asleep in their bunks from exhaustion.

Robin took a curious glance at the girl sleeping under a tree then back at the knight. Raoul followed his gaze with a knowing smile. "If you don't mind me asking, how did she come to work for the Queen Mother? I thought she would have returned to Anjou after she finished her duty as Leigh Thornton." He asked.

"She was." Raoul grinned before crossing his arms. "But on her way back, she crossed paths with assassins trying to harm a few travelers on their way home. I was one of those travelers. So was Camille and Remy, who did not join us in England, and the Queen. We had reports that ungodly men were waiting for us in the ports of Aquitaine so we took a different route by land. Then took them out when we arrived." His smile grew wider at the memory. "I can recognize that girl from anywhere. Our families are old friends in Anjou after all. So I revealed myself and called on her. She came to help. The assassins were defeated. Long story short, the queen took a liking to her and by the time we reached Pointou, she was part of the Queen's private guards." He recounted.

"Really? Well, that's amazing." Robin exclaimed.

Raoul nodded. "It is a good thing too. I doubt Remy would be alive today if she had not thrown that dagger in the Holy Land." He mused with an unfailing smile.

"The Holy Land?" Robin asked in shock. "She has been to the Holy Land? When?" He suddenly recalled what he had said in his outburst just the day before and felt guilty.

"We were there for a month. In fact, we fought along side King Richard's knights when he lost Acre to the Saracens. The Queen ordered the four of us to bring medicine to the King. We were ambushed when we landed no doubt because we looked like English Crusaders. We left just before you came, I think." He faced Robin with concern suddenly showing in his face. "Speaking of the crusades, mademoiselle, was slightly distraught about Monsieur Carter last night. She said she asked you-"

"Carter?" Robin said throwing the taller man a look of confusion. "No offense to him or her, but I thought she'd be more concerned about the King." He chuckled.

Raoul shook his head in amusement. "Well, we know that the King is fine and alive, thanks to you. Eva has given you the Queen's gratitude has she not?" He watched Robin nod. "But with Monsieur Carter it is different. Carter, she-"

"Loves. Or at least, I hope she does." Someone said cutting him off from the forest behind him. The two turned just in time to see a familiar blonde walk into camp grinning. Raoul was the first to give the man a friendly hug. "A happy coincidence seeing you here Sir Raoul." He greeted.

"Carter!" Robin greeted in surprise when the man was released. "How did you survive the wound? They told me you were sure to die! What are you doing here?"

"The Sheriff's dagger missed all the good parts and the Saracen's medicines work miracles."He said looking around the camp. His eyes rested on the sleeping girl under the tree's shade. "That doesn't matter now. The King had asked me to accompany-" He started to add but was interrupted by someone shouting in pure shock.

"What's happened here?!" A bag fell to the ground with a loud thud. Will Scarlett stared at the camp with an incomprehensible look on his face. From where he was, he saw the roof askew, the ropes frayed, the wood was rotting... It looked like a nightmare. This was definitely not how he left it. He was sure he left it the camp he had made in better condition. Allan and Little John immediately woke up from the outburst. At the sight of their friend, they both got up to greet them.

A smaller lady shrugged beside him. "It's not that bad. I was expecting worse-- no camp." Djaq said staring at the same scene. "It's nothing you can't fix, my love." She said looking up to Will.

"Yes, I know but..." Will trailed on motioning to the camp speechless. But before he found the words to describe the camp, he was engulfed in hugs from the other outlaws which he returned in kind. He let the ravaged camp scene go. Djaq was right. He could always fix it later.

Robin blocked out Allan's rapid fire talking to look around the camp. Carter had woken Evangeline and was now laughing as he picked the leaves off the sleepy girl's hair. The gang was laughing behind him. Much was going to be ok. The heavy air that had been hanging around for months was gone. The camp was alive again. Robin took a deep breath and smiled. Marian would've liked it this way. And he-- he wouldn't want it any other way.

Evangeline felt a hand land on her shoulder pulling her out of staring at the small campfire. All of a sudden, she was passed what looked like a bowl of stew. She turned to face a smiling man she thought she'd never see again sitting beside her on the log. She couldn't help but bite her lower lip. "Merci, Monsieur le Chevalier." She said with a small smile.

Carter pressed his left hand gently on the side of her neck so that he could caress her cheek with his thumb. "Monsieur le Chevalier?" He repeated slightly confused. His smile faded replaced with concern. "Something the matter, Eva?" He asked.

Evangeline shook her head and chuckled. "If you must know, I am relieved. Yesterday, I asked Monsieur Locksley how you were doing and he made it sound like you died saving the king." She said feeding him a spoonful of stew which he took without a second thought. "And I have been upset for weeks now because I had been feeling like something dreadful was about. So when he said the sheriff stabbed you, I assumed the worst. I thought you had died." She explained.

"I was stabbed by the Sheriff. I was told I was half dead when I reached the camp." He replied taking another spoonful of stew from her spoon. "The blade missed the crucial parts, my heart, lungs, stomach... but I had lost a lot of blood which they had trouble stopping. It had taken weeks to recover properly. But I'm all patched up now as you can see. There's nothing to worry about. Besides, you're the one who always said that there will always heaven." Carter's hand left her shoulder when he saw another spoon of stew being fed to him. He stared wryly at the girl. "Evangeline, I gave you that bowl for you to eat. Not for you to feed me." He said.

The girl smirked. "I thought you might be hungry with all your recovering and traveling." She suggested. When Carter threw her an unconvinced expression, she tried again. "Maybe I'm just happy to see that you are well and want to keep it that way? You do not believe me?"

"I believe you and I'm glad to hear it." Carter smiled. "But that's not the reason you're feeding me."

Evangeline gave up. "Allan mentioned he cooked it." She admitted much to the man's amusement.

"You think you'll talk about the person when they're not there. I heard that you know." Allan commented as he passed by heading to Will and Djaq balancing three bowls for them all. The pair ended up laughing.

The two knights from Aquitaine headed where Robin was seated with his friends. Raoul saw Robin steal a glance of the other pair on the log laughing at whatever story the other was telling. "They have been that way since they met in Acre. They do not play games, these two. Very little public display of affection-- merely content to be in each other's company. If I did not know they were together, I would have thought they were just friends. Quite sad really. You are lucky, Monsieur Locksley." Raoul said thoughtfully.

"Lucky? How am I lucky? I wouldn't say I'm lucky. Not even close." Robin answered bitterly.

Raoul nodded in understanding. "Yes, what has happened is unfortunate. However, you had a lifetime together compared to them. When they leave each other, there is never an assurance that they will meet again. Little Eva likes to say that separation and death does not matter because there is always Heaven." They heard a fresh peal of laughter coming from Evangeline as Carter recounted a story. "But look, it seems quite natural for them does it not? Like they have known each other for ages instead of a fleeting month in the middle of a bloody war. Reminds me of better days with her." He smiled slyly tilting his head towards his wife.

Camille swatted him playfully on the arm. "What was that?" The gang started chuckling in amusement. "We have talked to Carter. He will accompany us until the port. Then he will leave for the Holy Land like the King had asked of him and we, to Aquitaine." Lady Camille frowned. "These are troublesome times we are in Monsieur. You must be careful not to let your Sheriff out of your sight. The Black Knights has left him in charge of scheming once more. Amongst them all, he has gotten closest in attaining their goal." She sighed with dismay. "There is a man in town named Robert Thatcher if you need to find us. Tell him that your world is spinning far to fast. He will claim he can slow it down."

"You're leaving then?" Robin asked, putting his bowl down on the ground and standing up. "I was hoping you could stay awhile. We need more friends here."

"We are sorry to leave but we must return to Aquitaine because we are courtiers. It would look odd if we were not to attend the Summer Solstice. It is the Summer Solstice." Raoul shrugged wistfully. Evangeline and Carter stopped to stand beside Raoul. The man gave the girl's shoulder a quick pat. "You should see this one in a dress." He commented.

"A dress?" Carter scanned her from head to toe trying to imagine a dress on the young knight. The act earned him a light hit on the back of his head from the girl.

Eva crossed her arms in annoyance. "Wishful thinking on your part, Raoul. Lord knows I hate court dresses. I'm sure they are heavier than chain mail. You can not drag me into this one."

"We will see about that when the time comes. But now, I am going to go get the horses." Raoul replied shaking Robin's hand before taking his leave and giving the rest of the gang a low bow. "Come on love." He called out to his wife. "Leave the little ones to their farewells." Camille rolled her eyes but followed her husband's suite.

Djaq gave the other girl a questionable gaze. "A party, Evangeline? You have to go back to attend a party?"

"Yeah. Doesn't seem right does it? We're here fighting the good fight while you go to your party with wine and food. Hardly seems fair. How does enjoying yourself in a party bring justice and what not?" Allan added.

"Yes Eva, why don't you stay here with us? We're going to need some of your thieving skills now to spy on the sheriff. I'm sure the Queen Mother wouldn't mind if we borrowed you for a while. We can work on your skills with the bow." Robin said.

"Yeah Eva. You should stay." Will agreed in between spoonfuls of stew.

"Stay." John echoed.

Carter crossed his arms and stood with the gang. "Looks like they want you to stay in England. I have to admit I agree with them. You will be a lot safer here than if you went back to the politics of the courts." He said.

Evangeline just placed her hands up to stop them all from talking. "I would love to but I need to go back." She said chuckling. "And to answer your question Allan, although the organization is known, the members of the Queen's Knights are secret. The only ones who are suppose to know who we are besides from the members themselves are the King of England and the Queen Mother who formed us. But now your gang, and you Carter, know that Raoul, Camille and I are part of this. To the rest of the world, we are merely courtiers in the court of of Aquitaine and Poitou. We are in England for solstice trinkets. We have to keep up this guise. And I trust you all to keep our secret."

"Then say you'll be absent from court to tend to the restoration of your village in Cornwall. You are a noble of England as well. It is a believable excuse." Robin suggested.

But the girl shook her head in disagreement. "Maybe one day. But I know where I am needed and it is not here." She argued. "The Black Knights know that the Queen has been tracking them since her return. Prince John no longer gets news of his brother through the traitor crusader, James I think was his name, since he has been discovered and is dead in the Holy Lands. It is uncertain what they want to discover or attain but yesterday Camille and Raoul discovered something troubling while listening to their little meeting." Eva frowned.

"And what's that?" Robin asked.

"Robin," the girl looked sadly at the outlaw, "the Black Knights have spies in the court of Aquitaine."

Note: So, I didn't bring Marian back. I would have wanted to but I didn't know how to without the risk of it sounding redundant with how she came back the first time around. I got Carter back though. That was a bit easier seeing as the grave beside Marian's could've been for that other guy James the Black Knight. Besides, I like Carter's character-- he's right up there with Queen Eleanor in my book. Also, I know this fic could stand alone -- at least I hope. But it would make a lot more sense if you read 'The Jewel Thief' and 'Still Waiting'. Other than that, hope you liked it.