Silence

Allan: "Anyone hungry?"

Robin: "Allan, Christ said – 'let the sleeping lie'. I intend to obey the lord and sleep."

Allan: "Christ also said - 'feed the hungry'."

Robin: "That he did. Good night, traitor."

(John snores)

Allan: "Not bein' funny but I'm starving, riding all the way from the castle to save your backsides..."

Will: "Robin, make him shut up."

Robin: "Allan. D'you see this?"

Allan: "What? An axe?"

Robin: "That axe will meet your face if you don't be quiet."

Allan: "I'd happily take that axe and go huntin' if it wasn't so dark."

Djaq: "Check the kitchen, I think we have some left over bread."

Allan: "Cheers, Djaq."

silence

Will: "That's out breakfast."

Djaq: "Do you want him to stop complaining or not?"

silence

Allan: "Mmh. Not bad..."

Robin: (sighs) "And Judas finishes our food."

Allan: "Judas likes your bread. Got any more?"

Robin and Djaq: "No."

silence

Allan: "This is my body..."

Djaq: "What is he doing?"

Robin: "He's quoting the Last Supper."

Djaq: "Oh, I always forget about your Christian traditions."

Allan: "This tradition, Djaq, is before Jesus died..."

Djaq: "Ah, yes. The bread symbolizes his body, yes?"

Allan: "Yeah...'ere, this is Christ's blood..."

Robin: "No, that's our wine. Don't touch it."

Allan: "I'm thirsty!"

silence

Allan: "Ere, Djaq, I can't remember you drinking wine."

Djaq: "I do if I must."

Allan: "But Saracens don't drink, do they?"

Djaq: "I drink ale – which is weaker. Although, Muslims are forbidden to touch it. One has to, sometimes, as the ale is healthier than the water in the forest."

Allan: "Ah, yeah."

silence

Allan: "Ere, Djaq, feel like gettin' tipsy?"

Robin: "Allan! Dawn is only a few hours away. Get your hands off our wine and go back to your bunk."

Allan: "Alright, alright."

silence

Allan: "Who's that?"

silence

Robin: "Allan? Are you alright?"

Allan: "I'm fine."

Robin: "Who's groaning?"

Allan: "I can 'ear it too. Hang on, where are you off to?"

Djaq: "Shh. Calm down, I'm just getting out of my bunk."

Robin: "Djaq, what's wrong?"

Djaq: "Nothing. Both of you go back to sleep."

silence

Allan: (whispers) "Psst. Robin."

Robin: "Mmmh."

Allan: "What's goin' on?"

Robin: "Djaq's got it sorted."

Allan: "Got what sorted?"

Djaq: "Be quiet, both of you. He's just fallen into a peaceful sleep."

Allan: "Who?"

Robin: "Will."

silence

Allan: "Is Will...alright?"

Djaq: "Yes."

Allan: "What was wrong?"

Djaq: "He was having a nightmare."

Allan: "Oh."

silence

Allan: "Does he get 'em a lot?"

Djaq: "He always did. But the rest of you men were always very deep sleepers, only I ever hear him."

Allan: "Ah."

silence

Allan: "That was nice of you."

Djaq: "Pardon?"

Allan: "That was nice of you – to help him."

silence

Djaq: "Allan."

Allan: "Yeah?"

Djaq: "You're lonely. You're so obviously lonely. I find it rather amusing, too, considering you are the reason behind your loneliness."

Allan: "I'm not lonely. I'm just, well, confused. I was confused. Maybe I still am -"

Djaq: (laughs) "Shut up."

silence

Allan: "I wouldn't mind someone calmin' me down when I get bad dreams."

silence

Allan: "The castle's a lonely place. Some of the guards are alright to chat to, y'know. But -"

Djaq: "You miss the camp."

Allan: "Obviously. I miss the gang."

Djaq: "You miss us."

Allan: "Yeah. I miss Much's fussing and your disgusting tonic things."

silence

Allan: "I miss you."

Djaq: "I miss you, too. Now, I think we should salvage the small amount of sleep we have left before the troups arrive at dawn."

Allan: "Yeah. Night."

Djaq: "Good night."

Allan: "See you in the mornin'."