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Thanks, LadyArcherfan! I have some more stuff in mind that ties into Much's time in the Holy Land in the chapter after this one. It might get a little angsty, but I couldn't help myself. :-P I am glad you are still reading.

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Alright, here is Chapter five. A little short, but more to come soon.

"Feverish," Djaq diagnosed, pressing her small wrist to Much's brow. "This is what I was afraid of."

Much closed his eyes and rolled his head away from her touch. He coughed into his blanket.

"There are herbs I can give him that will help soothe the irritation in his lungs."

"I didn't think he'd run off," Alan murmured, standing sleepy and confused. "I tol' him to shut up, but I didn't mean leave, for Pete's sake."

"Alan, bring water," Djaq commanded, "and a cloth."

Allan rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. Without another word, the outlaw did as he was told.

They had laid Much out beside the fire, and the orange light caught in the sheen of moisture on his skin. His coughing echoed around the camp-site and Djaq pulled back the wool blanket and un-buttoned his shirt to lay her head against his chest, listening to his breath.

"Robin," she ordered, "get my bag. John, I will need some stones of small size," she made an approximate circle with her hands, "Find them and put them near the fire to warm."

She took the bowl of water that Alan brought her and sat it down beside her knee. Much shivered.

"I'm cold, master," he said, and he tried to pull his shirt closed. Djaq stilled his hands.

"Much," she said.

"Much," Robin echoed behind her, "Let Djaq help you."

Torn between his own discomfort and his master's orders, Much's lower lip trembled but he lowered his hand. Robin placed Djaq's bag by her side, and then went and snatched the blankets from Much's bunk. He was about to put them around his friend, but Djaq stopped him.

"I need his chest free," she said without apology.

"He said he was cold," Robin challenged and Djaq grabbed one of his hands. She forced him to touch Much's brow and Robin immediately felt the heat beneath. He drew back.

"Do whatever you have to," he said, quietly.

Little John returned with several rocks and he set them close to the blaze. "The snow is starting to stick," he grunted, "but I found these. Will they work, Djaq?"

"Those will be fine." She sighed and looked at the chorus of worried male faces. She gave them a smile, weak but reassuring. "It is no use that all of us stay awake all night. I will tend him and wake Robin next to watch over him. We will take turns."

Reluctantly, the others moved off towards their bunks. Much's coughing grew deeper and he gasped to catch his breath.

"Djaq...I...I can't..." he tried, but Djaq shook her head at him.

"I will help you," she said, "try to relax."

She rummaged through her pack for a container of yellow powder and a clean rag. "This is a herb from my home-land," she explained, as Much watched her un-fold the cloth and spread the bright substance in the center. "It will help free up your breathing."

She folded the cloth over twice and dipped it in the water. She placed it on Much's chest and he shivered in response. Next, Djaq reached for one of the stones by the fire and finding it sufficiently warm, she gently placed it over the tumeric filled cloth.

"It smells," he complained, and turned his face away.

Djaq laughed, "See? You are already feeling better."

He glanced around, blue eyes searching. "Where's...where's Robin?"

"He will sit with you in a little while," Djaq ran her hand over his hair in an effort to comfort him, "Close your eyes, now. Sleep."

Slowly, his eyelids bobbed, then settled shut.

Djaq sat back on her heels and regarded the out-law laying before her. While Much could often be annoying or rude, she now found herself saying a prayer for him in her head. For despite his short-comings, it was clear that this man would give his life for any of the others. And on the daily, he provided for their meals, and cleaned and mended their things. Quick to quip and smile. A good man, she thought.