Robin and Will sat in the bushes, waiting for action and planning their next move. For two days, they only caught glimpses of John and his men as they moved around the building, undoubtedly awaiting their arrival.

A branch cracked in the woods behind them. The pair spun quickly, drawing their swords. Michael Delaney, on of Robin's many allies in the Irish countryside, stepped out of the shadows.

Hello Robin hood," he whispered in Gaelic. "We though that you could use some help capturing the man that you seek."

Rob nodded as he spoke, not missing a beat as he translated the foreign language. "We?"

"We," Michael stated. A dozen farmers and woodsmen stepped out of the underbrush, each carrying a weapon.

An hour later, Rob and Will rode slowly up to the front gate. As they were admitted into the building, Rob nodded to Michael who sat with the others, crouched in the bushes.

"Robin of Locksley," John called from a doorway on the far side of the courtyard. "So nice of you to join us."

Robin smiled as the guard bound his hands and took his sword. "Have you missed me John?"

Before John could reply, a cry from the gates caught his attention. Without missing a beat, Robin punched the guard with his bound hands. He quickly grabbed a knife from his boot, releasing both himself and Will.

"Robin!" Michael threw him a sword which he brought to John's throat.

"It's nice to see you as well, John." Rob looked around to see all of John's men held by Michael's army.

"Come with us, gentlemen," Will said, binding the sheriff's hands to the saddle of a horse. "I imagine that the King would like to have a word with you."

The same steps were taken with John and Cardigan, and the three were led out of the castle by Rob and Will.

Michael met them at the gate. "God's speed, Robin Hood."

"Thank you for your help, Michael. I owe you one." Rob shook the Irishmen's hand before taking off into the night with Will and their prisoners not far behind.

Gwen paced endlessly around the room, as she had for three days. Phillip sat not far off, following her with his eyes as she walked from wall to wall. "Gwen you must calm down."

"He should have been back by now," she mused, taking a seat beside him. "Something has to be wrong. I have to help them."

With that, she was on her feet again. Before Phillip could reply, a servant entered the room.

"Rider's approaching my Lord."

Gwen and Phillip rushed to the window, staring at the five horses coming up the road.

"Father!" Gwen yelled, giving Phillip a quick hug and kiss on the cheek before running out the door.

Phillip breathed a sigh of relief, staring out the window. "And John?"

He made his way quickly to the front gates, arriving just in time to see Gwen embrace her father. When they released each other, Phillip approached Rob and shook his hand. "Nice to see you again."

"Ah, the great king of England! I'm shaking in my boots," John spoke up from his seat on the horse.

"Hello Uncle."

Robin smiled. "He's been talking my ear off since we left Belfast."

Froedrick stepped out from inside the castle. "So what do we do with them now, your majesty?"

"I still have a few friends in France," Phillip replied. "There are accommodations awaiting them in the Bastille."

Rob tightened the ropes around John's wrists, earning himself a snarl. "We'll take them, my Lord."

Phillip smiled. "I was hoping that you would say that. Stop by the tower on your way to pick up another passenger."

"Winston?" Will asked with a grin. Phillip simply nodded.

Robin turned to Gwen. "Shall we wait for you?"

Gwen looked between her father and Phillip. "I'm staying."

"Very well," Rob said with a knowing wink. "We will return in a week or two."

He pulled her into a quick hug and then took off, pulling John's horse behind him.