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✣ BROTHERS IN ARMS
THE SOUND OF SILVER COINS rattled through the air as her father picked up a handful and let them drop back down into the chest. "Well done, Gisborne. Hood wanted the silver, instead, he got this."
With his words, he walked over to another chest, opening the lid to expose the rocks that were hidden in there. Oh, it had certainly been a clever trick - hardly a believable one.
The Sheriff, let his money go unguarded through the forest. Surely Robin couldn't have been foolish enough to think that to be true. His hand pulled the arrow from the wood, now waving it around as he spoke. "So ... who did you tell?"
"My sergeant."
"Anyone else?"
"No," Guy replied, having not remembered that the two women had been standing in the room at the time. It had been Marian who told Robin, and Krystyna knew that.
"You're sure?"
"Only my sergeant, it must be him."
"Make him suffer."
"Oh, I will."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The next morning, something happened that the maiden hadn't expected. She woke early, commotion echoing through the stone walls of the castle. After getting dressed, Krystyna began to run towards the sound.
Men, begging for their lives, claiming they're Robin Hood's men. Yet, she didn't recognise them. Her father walked up behind her, coughing to announce his presence. "Do you recognise them? Because I don't..."
"No, father. I do not." The blonde shook her head, a brow raised at the men claiming they were outlaws.
"Hm. Interesting." He said no more, pushing past her so that he could go and break them the bad news. "They're to hang."
An instinct, she turned on her heels and broke into a run through the corridors. If these really were Hood's men - he'd want to know. She ran to the stables, mounted her white horse, and rode towards Sherwood Forest.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
It had taken a while to find any of them, the forest was rather big after all and she rarely set foot in it. Fingers grabbing at the wrist of Will Scarlett, she got his attention. "Will."
"Krystyna -- What are you doing here?"
"Three men... I did not recognise them. This morning, they tried to threaten Lucky George; but he had his guards increased. They're to hang." The words were rushed out, in a hurry to get everything off of her chest.
His eyes seemed to grow wide, his hand dropped to take the maiden's and drag her to where the rest of the gang of outlaws were standing. It seemed as if they were all waiting for news back on the state of the men.
