Flashback in italics.

Part 3

They were amidst the fighting; it had seemed that in the past few hours it had spiralled out of control. Never in his wildest dreams had Robin realised how dangerous it would be. The thrill of the fight in this case was replaced by a new found terror that he hadn't believed existed. Perhaps it had been foolish to run off to the Holy Land to fight, fight for a King he believed in, a cause now he was struggling with as all men believed Jerusalem was their Holy Land too and for the first time he supposed it was.

There wasn't time to think as the battle raged on he was vaguely aware of Much fighting at his side, his one true comrade and not just in battle, but in life. Eventually the fight ceased and night fell. In their tent, in his lone bed he stopped to think, the horrors of the battles always tormented his dreams, filtering any hope he had of a peaceful nights sleep unless he was so exhausted that sleep just washed over him.

Tonight though, as he lay in the darkness he thought of her. Marian. They were betrothed to marry or had been, she had despised his decision to run off to battle, here, where he was right now and he was beginning to see that perhaps she was right. He missed her. It wasn't often he admitted that to himself but it had been over two years since he left England. He could still conjure up a picture of her in his mind, a clear concise image and if he dreamt of her she was always beckoning him home. Oh there were girls here, girls and kisses, stolen moments but none compared to her and perhaps would never compare to her, the love he had thrown away, discarded like a broken pot.

The thoughts, the dream shattered as he forced himself awake. It was dark he looked into nothingness and said, not that anyone would hear him. "Marian, love you forever,"