Chapter 1
He had felt like he was the luckiest man alive to have found such love not once but twice in his life. A small smile played on his lips as he remembered how she had cooked a stew for them all. It had burnt, the smell was awful but her face her plaintive face. She was so funny. Will smiled though tears ran tiny tracks down his grime streaked face.
Anna was so clever. She had a quick wit and a contagious sense of fun. No one could be dull in her company. She not only showed him an abundance of love she fitted in so well with the rest of the group. They laughed at her jokes and enjoyed her company almost as much as he did. He was so very proud of her. She fitted in just as much as Marion did and offered some much needed company to the wife of their leader.
She was he felt so much wiser than anyone he had ever known and yet she had the face of a child. She only had to speak quietly in his ear and all anger and outrage was gone. She made him want to be a better man.
He heard again the cruel thump as the arrow pierced her heart. That sound came to him most nights just as he lay down to sleep. His eyes would finally close in the early hours of the morning and blessed sleep would finally come to shield him from the worst of his grief, then that dreadful sound. He would jump to wakefulness and then it would all play out again. He couldn't get to her. He remembered slipping around in the mud as he tried to fight off the soldiers barring his way. How did they even find them, their camp was well hidden within the darkest part of the forest. There was so many of them. They were suddenly everywhere.
He yelled out to Much...He told him. "Get her away, head for the trees. Bring Anna."
He had yelled it and Much had understood. He had turned his head and he had looked straight at Will...but he didn't do it.
He fought on with his staff, like the idiot he is. He can't even fight, what was he doing? What's wrong with him? Will shook his head bitterly in the darkness.
He really is a halfwit.