Will blinked back bitter tears as his feet pounded down the path to Scarborough.
Part of him though that maybe he should have waited for Djaq and at least talked to her, asked her if what Alan had said was true.
But then again, other than this masss betrayal thing, he'd never known Alan to lie to him. They were best mates. They had always been honest with each other.
But then again, so had he and Djaq, and now it felt like both of them were lying to him.
A single tear escaped and slid down his face.
Angrily he wiped it away.
"You're a man! And men don't cry!"
Even when you lost the woman you were sure was the love of your life.
It was getting dark, and Will knew he still had some miles to go.
Scanning around, he saw a clearing through some trees, and decided to make camp for the night.
He spread out his cloak and the blanket he had brought with him, before building up a fire.
After spending so many nights with the gang, this was going to be the loneliest night ever.
He was so used to sitting around chatting for hours, and falling asleep to Much's snores. And watching Djaq through half closed eyes.
His dinner was meager, just some scraps Much had pressed on him as he left, after pleading with him to stay.
After eatring, he huddled under his cloak, on the blanket, and went to sleep.
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Now that it was getting dark, Djaq wished she had not refused Little John's offer on her quest to find Will.
She had neevr spent a single night alone since she had joined the gang, and was not accustomed the English nights without protection nearby.
Besides the Sherriff's men, she wasn't sure what other beasts might be lying in wait for her.
But even death in a beasts jaws would be better than not finding Will and setting things right.
She had been walking for sometime, and soon she could barely see a few feet in front of her, but still she pressed on.
She stumbled over rocks and fallen branches, and swore. By the time she found Will she'd be in no kind of shape to be seen.
As she walked, she began to see the hint of a glow of camp fire through the trees.
It couldn't hurt to see what it was. If there was danger, she would be silent and assess her chances before making herself known.
If it was too dangerous, she would vanish into the night before they knew they had been seen.
As she approched the fire, she didn't hear voices or see horses. It seemed like there was only one person, huddled close to the fire, apparently asleep.
Cautiously, she moved into the clearing.
"Will." She said softly. She knew it was him. The shape didn't move.
She stepped closer to the sleeping form.
"Will!" She said, loudly.
Suddenly, before she could react the sleeping form jumped up, knocking her to the ground.
She moved to roll away, then realized there was a sword at her throat, and lay still, praying for a miracle.
Read and review please? Will Djaq get her miracle???