part 7 The
boys barely noticed that they had company. They were whispering to
Allan, Much holding onto Allan's leg, Will frantically rubbing his
arms. He was virtually drowning in clothing as the boys had taken off
the majority of theirs, presumably to keep him as warm as they could.
Robin pulled out the key that Allan had 'acquired' but one week ago
and proceeded to unlock the door- this movement caused the boys in
the cell to react as Much moved between the door and Allan, and Will
sprung to his feet, fists clenched. "Have to go through us
first this time." "Oh, Will..." The sight of Will and
Much brought both pride at their protectiveness and sorrow at the
thought of what had brought them to this point. "R...Robin?"
Hands were lowered. Djaq and John breezed past the two as Robin
pulled Will into a fierce embrace, allowing the trembling boy to
release his anguish. He watched the others as they knelt next to
Allan, Djaq looked at his foot and could not contain the sob that
overcame her. Little John turned to Robin and shook his head. Once
again he scooped up the boy like a babe and gave Robin a grim look as
they prepared to leave the cursed place as soon as possible. Much and
Will found themselves subconsciously pairing up with one another as
they made their way outside. Lucky, thought Robin, that only one was
injured. The cart had been seized and the alarm bells were ringing.
Come on lads. Lets go home.
