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Author's note: Congrats to HighPriestessOfTheDreamWorld for correctly guessing that Nadira is based on Bassam's traitor servant girl (in S2 E13)! Thanks to all my amazing reviewers(you know who you are) :)
The Next Morning
Marian was about to finish off the Saracen she was fighting when someone called her name
"Marian!" It was another Saracen, a physician most likely, wearing a dark cloak. She wondered what the cloak was for. It was incredibly hot in the desert and cloaks were such a nuisance when fighting. While she was distracted, her opponent had recovered and he was swinging his sword at her head. She couldn't move; she was going to die.
But the Saracen stopped midswing, one of her daggers imbedded in his chest. The dark cloaked Saracen was suddenly next to her.
"Nice throw" the boy said in Arabic, rather louder than necessary. In English he continued
"I am a friend. I can help you rescue Will Scarlett, but you have to trust me. Pretend to capture me, I don't care how, and take me to your camp. I'll explain everything there." She considered this for a moment then made her decision. She swung a fist at the Saracen, who didn't even flinch, and knocked him out. As he collapsed the hood of the cloak fell back, revealing a young woman.
"John!" Marian yelled. The big man fought his way over to her.
"What is it Marian?"He asked. She gestured to the unconscious Saracen.
"Take her to my tent and tie her up. I need to go talk to Robin." Little John looked confused, but thankfully he didn't ask any questions. He simply gathered the slender woman in his arms and carried her in the direction of camp.
Marian headed towards the royal banner, where her husband was sure to be. He was always protecting his king. It still amazed her that she had been lucky enough to marry Robin Hood. Had it really been only three months ago? She could still remember the day he had proposed to her. Naturally he had done it in the middle of a battle while killing Saracens, but it had still been so romantic. And then the wedding; Robin had looked so handsome, and the king himself had given her away.
She saw Robin now, standing next to the king and a rush of warmth and love filled her as it always did when she looked at her husband. When he saw her coming his face broke into a wide smile. She ran the last few yards into his arms.
"Robin," she murmured "I met someone who might be able to help us rescue Will."
"Who? Where is he?"
"She's a young Saracen woman. I had John take her to my tent." she answered calmly. Robin looked at her in alarm.
"I don't think that was such a good idea. Are you sure that you can trust her?"
"Of course I don't trust her. She's a pretty Saracen girl disguised as a boy. I knocked her out and told John to tie her up."
"If she was planning on helping us, she probably won't now that you've treated her like a prisoner."
Marian sighed. Men could be impossible sometimes.
"She wanted me to treat her like a prisoner. She asked me to pretend to capture her. She saw what I was doing and didn't even try to stop me." Robin finally seemed to understand.
"Go talk to her Marian. See how she can help us. I love you."
"I love you too." She whispered. They kissed briefly, and then parted.
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Djaq slowly pulled herself out of the blackness and looked around. Marian sure knew how to throw a punch. Now, where was she? It was a crusader's tent, Lady Marian's judging by the decoration. Her hands were loosely bound behind her back. It was the work of a moment to untie the crude knots. Didn't anyone around here know how to tie a knot properly? There were some things she needed to do that required both hands untied.
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