Chapter 5

Heaven on Earth

After her conversation with Much, Marian went to sleep on Robin's bunk, not intending to leave her husband alone even for a minute. She lay still, very still, thinking of her conversation with Much, a multitude of emotions coursing through her. She shifted slightly on the hard bunk, her gaze falling on Robin as the faint moonlight streamed in and illuminated his features.

Marian stared at her husband, her eyes taking in his handsome features and her hands stroking his roguishly cut hair, something almost like pain moved in her chest. She prayed that he would recover and they would be together. She loved him and he loved her, and she was happy in the sensation of that blissful delight; she was charmed, disarmed, and inspired by Much's confession.

Marian had no way of knowing how long she slept, but some strange sound snapped her into a sudden wakefulness. She lay still, all her senses straining to fix the point of the noise that had awakened her. A brief glance at the sky showed that she awoke at dawn. The sound came again, and she realized that someone was slowly approaching them; then she saw a female shadow standing near the bunk. She pretended to be asleep and waited for an intruder to reveal himself.

When Kate came into view, Marian decided to continue pretending asleep and observed Kate from the corner of her eye, anger simmering in her blood. Kate stood not far from their bunk and watched Robin, her expression revealing anguish and pain; as Kate's gaze fell on Marian, she grimaced in the moonlight and muttered something to herself.

Then another shadow, a tall and wide shadow of a male figure, emerged from behind the tree, and Marian realized that it was Guy. She heard Guy tell Kate something and saw him lead her away. She was grateful to Guy that he had saved her from Kate's annoying stare.

In spite of her protests, Guy led Kate to the nearby clearing, intending to talk to her seriously.

Guy watched Kate during the past days. He felt a kind of a kindred spirit in her as they both were in the same position: Guy still loved Marian, Kate believed in her love for Robin, whereas Marian and Robin fiercely loved each other. Having already understood that Robin had masked his regrets and pain with his cheeky grins and his seemingly devil-may-care attitude, Guy had no doubt that Robin had loved Marian. Guy and Kate appeared to be out of reach for the people they liked and wanted to be with, and it put them in a similar position.

Guy smirked. "Are you feeling a little better after watching Robin and Marian sleeping together?"

"It is not your deal, Guy of Gisborne," Kate hissed through gritted teeth, the palm of her hand itching to wipe that mocking expression off his face.

"You are depressed, aren't you?" he asked, his eyes taking into the tightened lines of her face.

She gave him a sidelong glance. "Is it so obvious?"

"Aren't you happy that Robin is alive?"

Kate turned away and continued walking. "Of course, I'm."

He studied her angry expression. "Are you angry with Marian?"

Kate scowled. "She came back from the dead and turned everything upside down."

Guy reached out for her shoulder, making her stop. "Stop talking and look at me."

"What do you want?" she snapped.

"Robin is sick; he needs a proper care. When he awakes, he will still need much time to recover."

"And what, Gisborne?"

"We must have a healthy environment in the camp," Guy said insistently. "Marian's presence shouldn't bother you. Her miraculous return is helping Robin recover much more than all of Djaq's medicines."

"Gisborne, I think we are putting an awful lot of hope on the return of Lady Marian that may or may not help Robin recover." Her tone was insulting.

"With all due respect, Kate, I must say that you are wrong. I'm sure that Robin feels Marian's presence and it helps him feel better," Guy responded, his voice devoid of emotions, his gaze hard. "People always feel better when they are with those who love them."

"Robin loves me!" she cried out indignantly, her chin down to her chest.

His gaze softened as Kate bowed her head. "No, he doesn't. Robin loves Marian, not you. He may have some feelings for you, but they are different from what he feels for Marian," he assured her. "Marian is his wife. They married with her dying breath in Acre. Respect their marriage vows."

She looked hurt and agitated. Robin was married, and marriage vows were unbreakable, even and especially on the deathbed. Still, her heart refused to accept defeat so easily. "Robin liked and valued my company. He was attentive to me. He protected me."

Guy smiled. "Kate, you are an innocent and young girl. You don't know men and what they feel for women. You don't know life at all." He leaned closer to her. "I have known Robin for years. He has always been a true charmer and a flirt. His outspoken personality, his handsome looks, and the reputation of the hero undoubtedly attract women's attention to him. Robin flirts and charms women, but it doesn't mean that it is something serious and that he wants something improper."

Kate shook her head. She looked defeated, wondering whether she was just an entertainment for Robin Hood. "Robin truly liked me. He kissed me after I kissed him."

"Kate, Robin will be very happy when he learns that Marian is alive."

"And what?"

"I ask you not to meddle into Marian and Robin's relations," Guy said insistently, stringently. "Don't show your feelings for Robin so openly. Don't make everyone feel uncomfortable."

"Why is it so important?"

"Don't create tension. We don't need it now."

She sneered. "You are so concerned about Robin when you hated him not a long ago."

He sighed. "Robin is not my enemy anymore. I do care for him."

"Nice to hear that from you," she said sarcastically, but with a hint of appreciation. "I will stay away from them." She shut her eyes for a moment. "It is too painful to watch his wife near Robin."

Guy raised her chin and glanced at her. "I watched you, and I see that you don't love Robin. You love the idea of being Robin Hood's sweetheart." His eyes were kind. "Think about what I said."

"I myself know what to do," Kate snapped, ignoring his heartfelt advice. Then she swung around and walked away, back to the main outlaws' camp and to her lonely bunk.

Kate stumbled into Archer who was preparing to leave the camp for target practice, which he usually had at dawn. Kate repressed a gasp as she looked into his handsome face; he looked so attractive that she felt goose bumps rippled all over her under his intensive and curious gaze.

Archer grinned. "Kate, is jealousy such a bad thing that you cannot sleep?" he asked teasingly.

"Let me go," Kate said sharply.

"I'm not holding you," Archer retorted with a laugh; his hand was playing with a string of his bow.

"You are a rude and impudent man," she snapped.

The teasing light vanished as Archer placed his hands on her shoulders. "And you are a shrill and pretty young thing, Kate." A strange smile curved his mouth. "But you are also very foolish."

Kate took his hands from her shoulders and took a step backwards. "You have no right to call my foolish," she blurted out angrily, her fingertips grazing her wrists. "You don't know me."

Archer sighed. "I'm sorry if my words hurt you, but I meant to say something for your sake."

"What do you want?'

"Robin is not yours," he said directly. "Don't waste time on someone who cannot be yours, Kate."

"You… you…" Kate raised her hand to strike him, then lowered her hand.

Archer made a step toward her, but Kate held him off at arm's length. He shook his head, then said, "You are only tormenting yourself, Kate. Forget about your romance with Robin Hood."

Kate wished to hit Archer for the truth he had just told her. But instead of lashing out physically at him, she swung around and walked to her bunk. As she seated herself on the edge of her bed, she heard his retreating footsteps as Archer walked into the forest. Kate put her hand onto the pillow and quietly wept, forcing herself to accept the fact that Robin was no longer available for her.

In the bleak rays of the autumn morning sunlight, Robin shifted his body on the bunk. Feeling as if lethal fog surrounded him from all sides, he wasn't able to identify his surroundings at first, and only with a great effort of will, he managed to open his heavy eyelids. The first thing he became aware of was that he was not alone as he discovered Marian sleeping in inches from him. She looked so beautiful and so peaceful that his heart pounded harder at the sight of her lovely face and her full, rosy lips he was craving to kiss for so many months.

Robin looked at Marian for a long time, contemplating her features and luxuriating in the feeling of her physical closeness to him. He believed that he was in Heaven if Marian was near him. Robin smiled to himself at the thought that he had found her after his death and their most interesting adventure was still ahead. Unable to hold back the grin that had been threatening to break on his face since he had opened his eyes and seen her, Robin let it spread across his features, and then moved to his wife on the bunk. He reached out for her and pulled her closer to himself.

His eyes drowsy with desire, Robin felt an explosive mixture of love and tenderness slamming through his being. He couldn't wait any longer – he wanted to kiss and taste her. His mouth found hers and he crushed his lips on hers. He kissed her urgently, and she kissed him back, his hunger for her almost wild. He kissed her again and again, each kiss deeper and more possessive, more intimate than before. Her body was molded against his, her arms around his neck, and her lips were warm and generous under his, her tongue meeting and tangling with his.

"My Marian," Robin whispered against her lips, and a hint of a smile appeared on his face, letting Marian know that Robin's voice wasn't a hallucination of her drowsy and sleepy mind.

Suddenly, Marian drew back from him, her eyes wide in amazement. "Robin," she whispered, glancing into his blue eyes darkened with passion, her hands slipping down to his chest.

With dazed, slumberous eyes, Robin stared at her, hunger for her flowing through him. "I have finally found you. I knew that I would find you in Heaven," he murmured. He groaned, and his lips again sought hers hungrily as he positioned himself above her, supporting his weight on his arms.

Startled, Marian glanced up at him as he leaned over her. "Robin, you are awake!"

"Marian!" Robin repeated her name like a mantra. "I have found you! I have been waiting for the moment to reunite with you for so long! And God granted my wish! Now you are mine!"

A look of bewilderment crossed Marian's features as her mind registered his words and she tried to understand their meaning. Then she became aware of what was happening to Robin and what he was thinking, and she laughed at him, easily and lightly. At that moment, she was delighted and happy that they had carried Robin's bunk to the small camp located quite far from the large camp where the other outlaws lived, so nobody could see them.

Robin wasn't going to wait any longer. His eyes fixed on hers, he stripped the shirt from his body and then removed his pants; then he removed her nightshirt and even her undergarments with the speed of an expert. Still in a daze from his unexpected awakening and more from hasty actions, Marian didn't protest, and gasped at the realization that they were already naked under the blanket. She trembled all over at the touch of his calloused fingers slid up to her neck and stripped her top off her shoulders while his hands explored her naked body with tenderness.

"Robin," Marian whispered. She flexed her fingers against the warm flesh, and he groaned against her lips. Robin gave her a cheeky smile, and his mouth captured hers.

Robin broke the kiss and looked into her sapphire eyes. "It wasn't the way I planned it, my love, but I cannot stop myself," he muttered, and then he dropped a kiss on her mouth. "I have found you, and I'm happy for the first time since… your death."

Marian smiled at him. "I'm happier than you, my love."

"Marian, my Marian," he whispered, enjoying the sound of her name. "I'm the happiest man in Heaven! Now we are going to have our best adventure!" Gently, his lips found hers and he kissed her, and he could feel desire stirring in his veins. "You make me lose my head. I can think of nothing but being with you now when we are again together."

She grinned. "Robin, you have always loved adventures, right? It seems you will never change."

"Why should I change? I know you like me for being a cheeky rogue." Robin flashed a charming smile. "This will be our greatest adventure, my love. I promise." There was a wicked and mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "What do you think about a delicious and pleasant reunion in Heaven?"

Not giving Marian time to answer, Robin thrust into her with one powerful movement, and she gasped, welcoming his invasion, feeling the pressure begin to build almost instantly, the need to taste again the joy he could give her urgent and demanding body. His mouth crushed down on hers, and he kissed her with tenderness they had never shared before. His lips and teeth grazed the skin of her neck, and she let out a small cry of sheer arousal and pleasure.

"I need you so much," Robin whispered against her lips.

Kissing her neck, Robin began moving inside her, at first in gentle thrusts, then deeper and faster. Her arms tightened around his back, and she threw back her head, enjoying the glory of their reunion, the world exploding in crimson and gold behind her lids. Soon they reached a powerful release, happy that they were again together, marveling in the closeness to one another.

It was a long time before either one of them could move. And then Robin's body gradually slipped from hers with slow, languid movements, and he wrapped his arms around her warm body. She snuggled into his embrace, and they lay side by side on the bunk, their arms entwined, their lips slightly touching, their hands and fingers lightly caressing their flesh. They didn't speak for a long, long moment, and instead their eyes, hands, and mouths did that for them, as they continued kissing and caressing each other. They felt magically complete when they were so close.

Robin grinned. "It is marvelous to be in Heaven," he whispered, his lips brushing hers.

Marian smiled lazily. "Oh, Robin, you are such a fool."

He slid a finger down her nose. "Isn't that good to be together again?"

"If I told you that we are not in heaven, would you believe me?" she asked with a smile. "Or would you be even more arrogant than you already are and say that I'm deceiving you?"

"But Heaven is like Sherwood! Isn't that good?" Robin's eyes were happy and warm. He turned his gaze to look into the woods around, while his fingers caressed her bare legs.

She burst into laughter. "We are not in Heaven, Robin."

His expression changed into astonishment. "In hell? You cannot be in hell."

She smiled at him slyly. "Oh, Robin, Robin."

He glanced at her, a smile now on his face. "I'm ready to be in hell, but only with you."

"That's the problem that we cannot be there," she said, pointing her finger at his nose tip. "We are neither in Heaven, nor in hell. We are in Sherwood."

Robin laughed. "Are you trying to trick me, my dear wife?" He pulled her up into his arms and kissed her with explicit thoroughness.

Suddenly, the loud voices came from behind the trees and bushes, and then four figures appeared. Much, Guy, Archer, and Little John gasped for air at the sight of Robin tightly holding Marian in his embrace, the blanket covering only half of his body and Marian's body up to her shoulders.

"Well, well, well," Archer began, grinning impudently. "We disturbed lovebirds in their nest."

"This I like and don't like," Little John said as he studied the picture before his eyes.

"Euphemism," Much said more to himself than to the others. He blushed, but a warm smile manifested on his tired face because Robin had awakened and had obviously had a good time with his wife.

Blushing right up to the top of his head, Guy tossed his head. "Definitely, euphemism! We should leave," he managed to say. Then he strode away as fast as his legs carried him.

They all hurried to leave in a dazed silence to avoid awkwardness of the situation.

Marian thought that her entire body had turned crimson in embarrassment under the blanket, and she was ready to kill Robin with her bare hands at that moment. Robin was quiet for a long time, thinking and trying to realize what was happening around him. And then he laughed heartily, and as his laugh faded away, a large smile curved his sensual lips. Marian trembled in his arms, and his smiling face, his brilliant azure eyes laughing at her and the situation, wafted hazily through her brain, but, in spite of her embarrassment, she felt her lips form a tiny smile.

Robin gave her a searching, serious look. "How is that possible? We both must be dead." He hugged her, his lips almost touching her temple.

Marian leaned back on her elbow and smiled at him. "We are not dead, but it is a long story."

Robin bent his head and kissed Marian, his mouth melding urgently with hers, his hands travelling down her body. He kissed her with an increasing desperation and intensity, his tongue filling and exploring her mouth, his desire enflaming both of them as his hands reluctantly left her shoulders and slid to her breasts. Gently, he stroked and fondled her body until his finger didn't reach her stomach where he could feel a roughened flesh in the place where she had been stabbed.

Robin took the blanket away and looked at the long, ugly scar in the lower part of her abdomen. It was the scar from Guy's blade, and he felt his heart skip a beat. His fingers gently traced the scar, and Marian allowed him to do that, perhaps to let him understand that she was not a ghost.

The scar reminded Robin of the great tragedy on the day when he had married Marian and had become a widower in less than two minutes. The memory brought only bring grief and pain to him, and he shuddered in horror, then shut his eyes tightly. "Oh, God," he murmured.

"Robin, are you alright?" she asked wit concern. She covered them with a blanket.

"I'm fine." Robin opened his eyes and looked at her for a few long moments, as if he were unable to believe that she was real. "How could it happen, Marian? Why didn't I know that you survived?"

When Marian finished the long tale about her survival, she could see raw the pain and emotional scars etched into his face. It was a window to his soul, revealing what Robin had been through when he had believed she had been dead. He had rarely shown her his real emotions! Marian knew that he would grieve for her death and that he would try to move on in the end, but only now she began to realize how much Robin had been through in the past year.

Marian felt Robin stiffen beside her, and then she heard him sigh. He was very distressed to learn that she had been alive all this time and had spent so much time in the Saracen captivity.

Robin's expression became every serious. "It is a miracle that you are alive, Marian."

"Yes." She also found it difficult to believe that she had survived.

"Are… you really fine now, my love?" His voice was so low that it vibrated in his chest.

"Yes," she assured him.

"I should have been there with you and for you," he whispered.

She glanced at him, her eyes revealing the same pain she could see in his eyes. "I'm here now, handsome. It is already over." She cupped his face with her hands. "I'm here."

"My love, I will never let you leave me again," Robin breathed into her mouth. "I cannot live without you, and it is so good that we are alone here now. Everything and everyone else can wait."

He bent down and kissed her in her lips, passionately and hungrily. Her eyes closed and with an audible sigh of pleasure, her slim arms closed around his strong neck, her body lying fully on his. She returned his kiss fervently and passionately. A slow sweet fire ignited within their bodies.

Marian almost cried out aloud in disappointment when his lips left hers. "What?" she asked.

Robin smiled as his eyes took in her face that was flushed with desire, her mouth soft and red from his kisses. "You are the love of my life, Marian. I'm going to have Heaven on Earth with you here, right now." He gave a throaty laugh. "I think that we shall never leave this bunk, but stay here forever, locked in each other's arms. I know that they will not disturb us anytime soon."

Marian hit him on his chest and shot him a look of annoyance, but he captured her hand and planted a thread of tender kisses on her palm. Laughing at her annoyed expression, he jerked her head up and his mouth finding hers in an increasingly urgent kiss, his hand caressing her flesh and sliding down her flanks and stomach. Then they joined together again, and it was Heaven for them.

Three weeks more passed since Robin's awakening and the embarrassing incident when the outlaws had seen Marian and Robin together in their bed. Since then, nobody disturbed them in the second small camp, not wishing to be in the same uncomfortable situation again.

Although Robin was not as physically strong as he had been before poisoning, he insisted that they would share a bed every night, not wishing to be separated from his beloved. Every night Robin and Marian were making love, and she taunted him that he was not England's man through and through but a ladies man. Even though Robin was still recovering, he found strength to be together with Marian because his most cherished dream come true – she was alive and with him.

After their lovemaking, Robin and Marian often lay in each other's arms, quiet and contemplating, enjoying the precious moments of privacy under the cover of the night. Though they had become lovers before Marian's death in the Holy Land, they hadn't spent even a single night together before. The experience was new for them, and they found that they had never been as happy as they were not. They had lost each other too many times, but now they were finally together.

Robin had taken Marian's innocence in Sherwood Forest after the siege of Nottingham by Prince John's troops when Vaisey had gone on his sleepwalking tour to find the outlaws' camp and the Pact of Nottingham. She had found him in the woods in their rendezvous place after the Sheriff's return to Nottingham, and they had stood looking at each other in a shocked silence for what had seemed to be eternity, thinking that they had almost lost each other on that day. Then Marian had taken the initiative and had approached him, having made up her mind what she had wanted.

Marian had kissed him as desperately as she had never kissed him before, and Robin had responded hungrily, his lips devouring hers. He had asked her whether she had been aware of what she had been doing to him, and she had nodded in agreement. Marian hadn't wished to wait for more just in case one of them had died before the King's return. She had allowed Robin to take her maidenhead in the woods; she had never regretted her decision. Later they had been intimate every time when she had come to Robin to the forest to inform him about the Sheriff's plans.

Robin had told her that he had been careful and that she shouldn't have conceived a child; but he had been mistaken in spite of his huge experience with women when he had always been careful not to sire a bastard on the women whom he had bedded in his former life of a bachelor. Marian suspected that Robin's control had slipped away the throes of passion and nature had prevailed over his caution. But Robin had never known that Marian had been pregnant.

She wasn't intending to inform Robin about the death of their unborn child; she had told Guy the same weeks ago. They had achieved a fragile peace, and she didn't want to ruin it.

Marian was still mourning the loss of Robin's child; she also suffered that she would probably never become a mother again. The Saracen doctors had told her that she would probably never bear children because her womb could have been seriously damaged; but they had also said that they hadn't known for sure. She had also asked Djaq about the matter, and the answer had been the same. But Marian felt and hoped against any hope that she hadn't become barren, dreaming that perhaps she was already carrying Robin's child after sharing his bed for nearly three weeks.

Robin liked when his head lay on Marian's chest because he could hear her heartbeat, the sound that was more precious than anything else in the world because it meant that she was alive. When she had removed the sword from her body, and he had believed she had died, he had been ready to sell his soul to the devil if it had meant that she would survive. Now he could hear her steady heartbeat, and he needed to hear it again and again to reassure himself that she was alive.

But when Robin fell asleep, Marian could often witness how her husband suffered from nightmares, haunted by the war horrors he had seen and had done with his own hand in the Holy Land. Marian had known before that Robin had been changed by the war in the Holy Land and that he had been struggling with his demons alone, not allowing anyone to see the part of his heart which had been affected by the war. Yet, she had never known the magnitude of that damage.

She knew that she had to talk to Robin because there was many things they needed to discuss after their reunion. But she didn't pressure him to talk about his nightmares and the dark sides of his life, hoping that he would open his heart to her by himself, which, however, didn't happen. Marian only sighed as Robin refused to talk about the war and his nightmares over and over again.

Marian and Robin didn't discuss painful themes for quite some time, enjoying the break between the battles. They were together, and only their reunion was reality. Nothing else mattered.

The first streaks of dawn were in the sky when Marian opened her eyes of strikingly blue color. She smiled at the sight of Robin's peaceful face as her husband was sleeping next to her. Marian moved on the bunk and the covers slipped from her shoulder; she shivered with cold, snuggling closer to Robin. Autumn nights were already rather cold, and they had to use a very warm blanket to keep their bodies warm enough in the nighttime. Robin didn't stir as she moved closer to him.

Suddenly, a spasm seized Robin, and he started tossing his head on the pillow, muttering something under his breath about the Saracen attack and the necessity to get help into the King's tent. Marian took Robin's hand in hers and bent her head down, then whispered into his ear that he was not alone. Usually, her presence soothed Robin's nightmares, but now it was already too late because he was having the nightmare about the Saracen attack, his most special dream.

Robin awoke with a loud scream, his eyes wide-open and his breathing labored. He shook his head, trying to shake off the images of his fight with the masked Saracen – Guy of Gisborne – in the King's tent. When he had this dream, Robin always awoke at the moment when he sliced Guy's forearm, saw the black wolf's head tattoo, and then watched Guy escape before collapsing.

Marian released a sigh of frustration. In the past few weeks, she witnessed Robin's sufferings from recurrent, terrible nightmares, his mind wandering in the battlefields of Outremer, though physically he was in Sherwood Forest. "Robin, how are you?" she asked with concern.

Robin shook his head, as if he were trying to shake off the last vestiges of the bad dream. "I'm alright," he said in a trembling voice; he dragged a deep, excruciating breath. "You know that it always happens to me, my love. I beg my pardon that I disturbed you."

Marian sighed heavily; she knew that he wasn't fine at all. "Tell me about your dream, Robin."

He glanced away. "Please don't ask me about it."

After Robin's return from the Crusade, he always was like a closed book for Marian: she saw that he was no longer the same young man who had left her to fight for the King and achieve glory on the battlefield. She had often told Robin that he had needed to grow up, which had been a part of their flirtatious games they both had enjoyed a great deal. The truth was that she had known Robin had already grown up and become a man, but she'd had no idea what he had survived through until she herself had spent months in the Holy Land in the Saracen captivity. Robin had always refused to talk about the war horrors, but now Marian was determined to make him talk because she needed to know each and every part of Robin's heart and soul, even the darkest parts of Robin.

"Robin," she called him softly.

Robin turned his head and stared at her, his expression vulnerable, and she could see the raw pain in his blue eyes. "I don't want you to know what I did in the Holy Land, Marian."

Robin's pain and misery made Marian's heart ache. "You cannot always keep your true emotions to yourself," she said softly. "You need to talk, Robin."

"I cannot," he objected.

He shifted his body, trying to find a comfortable position on the bunk and re-arranging the blanket around them. As he wanted to move away from her, she enfolded him in a tight embrace, wrapping her hands around his back and looking into his eyes, but he didn't want to look at her and gazed away.

"Robin, we are married," she said in a caressing voice. "We are a husband and a wife until death do us part." She brushed away strands of his hair from his forehead. As he turned his gaze at her, she smiled at him. "I want to know everything about you, even the things you are ashamed to tell anyone. I want to understand you and help you, my love."

Robin's cheeks stung as if he had been struck because her words made him feel weak and ashamed. "Marian, I fear you may be disappointed in me if I give you a long tale about what I did in the Holy Land." His voice sounded too fragile, too vulnerable. "I did too many horrible things."

"Please tell me, Robin," she pleaded.

"I'm sorry, Marian. I cannot," Robin responded, his voice low and husky.

Robin had never talked about the war even to Much who had seen him in the worst moments of his darkness and knew what he was capable to do if he was seized by bloodlust. He had done taken too many lives, and he only wanted to forget about the years he had spent in the Holy Land. He was deadly with a bow and a sword, but he wasn't proud of his outstanding fighting skills because it was too easy to kill for him if he didn't control himself. He couldn't talk about the Holy Land. It was beyond his moral and physical strength to remember what he had done there.

I wanted to make Marian's reunion with Robin sweet and sensitive when Robin emerges from his slumber; I needed them to be lovers before her death. Marian and Robin became lovers on the day when Prince John's troops almost destroyed Nottingham and they almost lost each other. In 2x13 Marian tells Robin, "Make an honest woman out of me" on her deathbed, and, thus, Marian's statement may mean that they were lovers. Let's assume that they became lovers off screen.

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