Chapter Eight----------------------------------
"I thought we agreed that you would come at dawn?" Guy sneered at Anna.
"I overslept," she glanced out the window. To her horror, the outlaws were stepping out of the forest's edge.
"What?" Gisbourne turned to see where she was looking. "Oh. Your friends are coming. Guards!"
"Sir Guy, please! They will find out I'm here."
"No they won't! Be silent and stay!" He closed the window and ran to the door, closing it behind him as well.
Anna sat down on the bed. There was no easy way out of this, and she knew it.
Joel woke up in the dungeons. His arms were tied behind his back, the rope digging painfully into his wrists. Slowly, he sat up and leaned against the bars of his cell. Joel was just in time to see the sheriff's latest prisoner stagger down the hallway. "Allan-A-Dale?"
The man turned, "Joel?" Allan face softened. "So you're why she betrayed us."
Footsteps were coming closer to the two. It was Gisbourne. "Next time Hood comes to Locksley, we will catch all of his men." He had keys in his hand. "Both of you can leave. But remember our deal, A-Dale." Guy opened the door to Joel's cell and untied him. He lifted Joel to his feet only for Joel to fall back to the floor in agony.
Sensing Gisbourne's anger, Allan suggested, "Why don't I just take him back to the forest."
"Please do," Guy answered and stormed off.
Allan and Joel made their way to Sherwood unharmed. Allan looked at Joel, "Wait 'ere. I'll get Anna."
Joel positioned himself against a tree and waited for Allan to return with his wife. Robin got there first, "I remember you," he said angrily, "You're the deserter."