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Chapter 7
Robin looked around. Guards were surrounding them on all sides.
"Robin, what do we do?" said Much trying not to panic.
In response Robin raised his bow, but instead of pointing it at the guards he aimed it at a tower to the right of him. He could have a clear shot of it. Good.
"Much, I need rope" The leader spoke fast.
"What?!"
"Just do it!"
Much fumbled with the satchel at his side feverishly pulling out at an old length of rope which he always kept there; hence it was rather frayed at the ends.
"I suppose it will have to do" said Robin looking down uncertainly at the rope. But then quickly attacked it an arrow.
"Come on you blithering oafs! Kill them! Kill them!" the sheriff shouted.
As the guards surged towards the two outlaws Robin raised his bow. "Much, protect me" the leader ordered as the soldiers began to attack.
Robin closed one eye to get a better view of his target. The tower he was aiming at was along way away but still an easy target. If he got the position just right the arrow should hold……
"Yes!"
The arrow had hit a bullseye. Robin tugged it, hard, the rope attacked stayed strong. He ran to the post of the gallows and tied the rope securely to it.
Robin grinned, there escape route was fixed, phase one complete.
"Much, Come on!"
Much turned around to see his master climbing onto the rope.
"Master, are you sure that this is a good idea, it's too risky" He said
"A bit of danger never hurt anyone!" Much could tell that Robin was in one of his "daring" moods, so shaking his head he climbed onto the rope.
Allan and John raced down an alley way, John carrying the little girl they had rescued. Both of the sprinted to the horses they had tethered there.
Allan was already clambering onto his horse when John stopped him.
"Wait! We can't just leave Robin and Much behind. It's my fault they are in that situation! I'm going back." John said turning around to leave.
"Ey, what! You can't just go!"
"Why not?!" The bigger man challenged
Allan gestured to the girl in john's arms.
"I go back to Nottingham" John said in such a tone that it left Allan speechless. Without another word he placed the child in Allan's arms and was gone.
Allan looked down at the girl in his arms who was beginning to cry. All of a sudden he felt rather awkward; he wasn't used to this comforting stuff. He looked around. Well he certainly could not follow John; he supposed he would just have to wait.
Much swung dangerously on the rope, back and forth, back and forth. He was beginning to fell quite sick.
Things had been made slightly easier by the arrival of John. If it wasn't for him there rope would have been cut many times over
Robin was now at the top of the battlements breathing heavily after his "adventure".
"I told you it would work" Robin grinned down at his friend, who did not answer. Who was obviously spending all his energy putting one hand in front of the other.
But Robin's triumphant smile did not last long. Looking down towards the courtyard floor he could see John fighting. But it was not him he was concerned about.
Guy of Gisborne was standing at the bottom of the rope they had used, so far effectively, as there escape route. But it looked as if there, or rather Much's luck had just run out. Robin's enemy raised his sword into the air to bring it down on the rope.
"MUCH!" Robin shouted, hearing his own panic in his voice. He prayed silently in his head. He would not know how he would go on if Much died too. Marian and Much. The two people he loved most in the world, gone. He could not let that happen, he would not let that happen.
Much heard his friend's terrified scream and looked down. His eyes dilated with terror. Gisborne sneered up at him, a glint of triumph in his eyes.
From up on the battlements Robin saw Gisborne's sword descend in slow motion, the end of Much's life was a stroke away, but it seemed to take a lifetime. Which it was, his friend's life time.
He heard rather than saw the cut of the rope and then Much's scream seemed to drown out all other sound
Robin fell to his knees. His mind seemed to be working in fast-forward. Images flashed across his mind, of him and Much, the times they had had together, and some that he had no idea he had ever had. Of the times they would never have together, thought Robin trying hard not to let the tears escape from his eyes.
Much could not die. Much had always been there for Robin even if he had not realised it at the time. He had taken Much for granted. His friend had always there to help him in everything he did, and what had he given back in return? Nothing. He still treated his loyal friend like a servant, not as an equal. How could he have done that? And now Much was gone. And now tears of loss and guilt welled up in his eyes. How Robin longed for just two more words to say too his friend before he died…
"I'm sorry" he whispered.
