part three
Allan stumbled towards the camp, trying to catch his breath. He dreaded to think how Alistair would take this news. Push it from your mind, allan. He told himself. Just get back to camp and tell them. When he finally got back to camp he found them sitting around having a laugh. He cried hoarsely from the entrance.
"Locksley... gisborne... Quent... ee... ee took im... an'..." He wasn't fully aware of the fact that he was now sitting down. "I.. I couldn't think what to do an.."
"You left him?!" Allan's stomach dropped. He wouldn't, not in front of everybody.
"al- it werent... I didnt.. it werent like that." For the second time that day Allan a Dale felt himself being sent into the air and Alistair picked him up by the shirt. Blinking off his dizziness he tried to explain.
"How did he know you were coming?" came the reasonable voice of robin. "put him down, Al."
"Dunno." Allan supplied, eyeing Alistair warily. "Been wonderin' that since it 'appened."
"The last time... how much was it that bought your loyalty?" what? "Has the price gone up this time? Amazing isn't it- just as you start losing sleep, becoming more fidgety, things start to get harder."
"What, robin- no."
"Is it just chance that the very village you go to, Gisborne is waiting, and you miraculously go free?"
"But Robin- I didn't even-"
"I'll ask you again. How much did you get paid for your loyalty?" Allan became increasingly frightened by this point that he had no chance of convincing them of the truth.
"I swear to you- I didn't!" Desperate, Allan cried out, "Do you think I'd be stupid enough to d that again?" it was all he could do to stop himself from showing his hurt, masking it with anger. But this was short lived, as the front of his shirt was once again gasped and he was flung away from the camp. With one last glance at the gang, he fled.