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I try not to do two in one day but eh . . .

Chapter Four-------------------------------------

"Where have you been!" Vaysey screamed at his spy, "Hood got away with the taxes!"

"I'm so sorry, please believe me! Hood told me I would be in a position where I could inform you of what was happening. He replaced me."

"Sorry? Sorry? It won't work anymore, sweetie! Come with me!" He lead her out into the hall and into the dungeons.

The sight before her made her gasp. "Joel . . ."

"Freshly tortured, dearie!" Vaysey smiled. "Next time, you will get me the information before Hood succeeds. Agreed?"

Through tears she managed to say, "Agreed."

"Stop your sniffling! I have another job for you!" He threw a bundle of close at her.

Robin returned to Nottingham the day after he and his gang had escaped with the taxes. A figure sneaking out of the castle caught his attention. Instantly, he recognized the mask and the hood. Assuming it was Marian, who had come to visit, he followed the figure. He came up behind the Nightwatchman, "Boo!"

To his surprise, the imposter turned around and kicked him in the ribs, with more strength than Robin had expected. He howled in pain and fell back to the ground. The Nightwatchman quickly ran off, out of Robin's view, around the corner.

After painfully rising from the dusty road, he ran in the direction the figure had taken, to catch a glimpse of Marian's imposter round another corner. It took a few minutes, but Robin finally caught up with the Nightwatchman. He grabbed him, and turned him around so that they were face-to-face. "Why are you impersonating the Nightwatchman?" Robin asked as calmly as he could.

His response was a punch to the face which sent him reeling into a storefront. With a black eye and a few broken ribs, Robin decided it was best to return to camp.

"What happened to you?" Much asked as he saw Robin walking towards him.

"Someone is impersonating Marian, as the Nightwatchman."

Djaq spied him coming through the trees, "Robin, what on earth? Let me take a look at you!"

"No, Djaq, I'm fine."

"No you're not! Look at yourself! You wince every time you take a breath, and your eye is swollen!"

"Djaq," he whined, "can it wait? I have important things to discuss with all of you."

"What things?" Anna appeared, much to Robin's dismay. He hated being fussed over, as he was. Anna was flushed. It looked as if she had been running. And her dress was wrinkled, the laces tangled. She looked at Robin, "You don't look so good."

"Thank you," he replied, grinning.

A horse could be seen coming over a hill. Marian was on it. She agreed with Anna, "She is right. What happened?"

"Marian, my love, you have an imposter."

"What?" she stared at him.

"I got into a scuffle with the Nightwatchman," Robin said. He winced as Djaq lifted his shirt, brushing his side. "Can it wait?"

"No!"

"Why would anyone want to impersonate the Nightwatchman?"

"That's what I asked him. And that's how I got this," he pointed to his eye.

Marian looked down at her feet. "Do you think they know it's me?"

"No, don't worry. There is no way they could know."