still dont own it... oh well...
Part Six- Allan
Allan didn't know how to think when they saw the sheriff was removing the tongues of villagers- it was sick. Bad enough when people who earned their loss of tongue, but these people were guilty of no crime. Though, the moment it became all too real came when John's wife, Alice, was seized for tongue-removal- Allan feared for the lives of everyone in the surrounding area, himself included- but that was before Robin. Robin was amazing- stepped out into the heavily guarded area like it was nothing. He'd learned that Robin and Much had just returned from the Holy Land, fighting to protect Richard the Lionheart himself! It was no wonder, if Robin had courage to do what he had just done without batting an eye. Of course, the moment Robin handed himself over, Much demanded they go to the castle to rescue him. He was inclined to agree, but the others… They didn't seem all that bothered- the men who'd captured them to begin with seemed glad to be rid of an annoyance to them, and Will… it was hard to tell what that guy was thinking- maybe he was thinking the same as Allan- maybe he wanted to go rescue Robin too, but didn't want to talk out of line- he certainly didn't. Allan made no mistake- he knew how small and weak he was, particularly when compared with the hardened outlaws of Sherwood. However, moments after Much stormed away from the group, Allan picked himself up and ran after him. He would grow up to be as brave as the Lionheart's personal guard! If he stayed with them, he was sure to be protected, perhaps even well trained! He caught up with Much as they reached the end of the forest- when the soldier turned his face seemed to fall when he saw it was only Allan, but Allan tried not to be dissuaded- he would just have to prove he could be a help.
"Alright, Much? You got a plan then?"
"Not… as of yet. But I will. I need to go see the old sheriff- he is a good man, he's sure to help us rescue Master Robin."
"We're going to see an old bloke then? What's he gonna do? You said he used to be sheriff… but what does he do now?"
"Must you ask so many questions?" Allan shrugged, it just seemed strange to see a man who had no power over the Sheriff was all…
The two of them arrived at Knighton Hall, and Allan had to stare as he followed Much towards the old sheriff, Edward, his name was, and he stood as quiet as he could manage behind the soldier as he addressed the old sheriff and his daughter. They couldn't help, they said, or was it wouldn't? Much wasn't happy, and shouted at the pair of them. Allan just stayed at the back, as quiet as he could- he'd learned from a young age, that if the adults were fighting, it was best to keep yourself as invisible as possible. He hoped nothing would happen to cause anyone harm, but you never could tell. He was grateful when a kindly servant took him by the shoulder and steered him out of the room.
"You okay, boy?" he nodded. He'd been present for far worse. "Reckon you should wait out here until Master Robin's man departs."