This is my first Prince of Thieves fic. I read was is suppose the to be the original manuscript to the film, and when I read what the Friar said, I just had to write it down. Made me laugh so much^^

Okay: Don´t own anything – bad grammar/spelling. Tell me if you see bad mistake please^^

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"ROBIN, RIBIN COME OVER HERE." Robin looked up from the gold in the chest and saw Bull wave to him. He stood up.
"Take this back to camp." He said to one of the men. The dark-haired man nodded and lifted the chest. Robin began walking towards Bull. But something was wrong. He saw the friar kneel on the ground next to…

"Azeem?" he whispered and without thinking about it, he began to run. Someone called his name behind him, but he ignored it. He stopped and fell to the ground next to Azeem. The dark-skinned man was lying on his back, eyes closed. His breathing was uneasy and he was holding a hand on his chest. Robin saw the blood float from a small wound under the man's fingers. Beside him, on the ground, lay an arrow. Its shaft was painted to the middle in red. Robin looked at Azeem´s face in horror. Even though the Moor´s skin was dark, he looked disturbingly pale. Robin looked up at Bull who was standing next to them.

"What happened?"

"An arrow got him." said Bull angry "I pulled it out but the wound is pretty deep." Robin swallowed.

"Azeem?" he laid a hand on the dark man´s shoulder "Azeem, can you hear me?" but the Moor was silent. Brother Tuck yelled in rage and Robin almost jumped away in surprise.

The friar began to shake Azeem roughly. Robin tried to say to the monk that it would only increase the man's injures, but the monk was more busy shouting.

"You die on me, you son of Satan, and I swear I'll bury you as a Christian in St. Catherine's Cathedral with a thousand monks chanting prayers for your miserable soul. You hear me?"

Azeem´s eyes opened slowly and he smiled weakly "I have no strength, Brother Tuck." The friar yelled again and stood up. He kicked the Moor´s legs.

"A fine friend you are! By the grace of Allah and Jehovah we have won the day, and you want to give up the ghost. I'll pickle your remains in mead, lay you in your grave with a pig for a companion, and mark it with a cross as big as the King's castle."

"Please!" Azeem smiled and coughed "It hurts when I laugh." The Friar kneeled down again. He hit Azeem across the arm and looked at Robin. "See. There's life in the heathen dog yet."

Robin laughed.

"Here, Tuck. Look after him. I think you are the only one who can keep him alive right now." Robin said and stood up. "We have to get back to camp."

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"Azeem? Up again I see." Said Robin and smiled at the Moor. Azeem walked slowly towards him, but he still looking back over his shoulder several times.

"I needed to get away. The friar is like a mother hen." Robin laughed.

"Well, he kept you alive." Azeem snorted.

"You heard his threats. How could I not." Robin smiled and watched as the dark man carefully touched the sore spot on his chest.

"Still" said Robin and moved a little away from the Moor. "I think I will let him mother you until you have recovered." Azeem looked at him in horror.

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