1 | master of arms [gisborne]

Ten Part two

Linda and Tuck walked through the town of Nottingham, trying their best to blend in. Robin had already ran off, trying to find away around the castle to make his triumphant entrance. All part of the plan.

The plan... Linda liked it, though it was mainly because Tuck had planned it out, and knowing him, it would work. Her and Tuck were to enter the castle, rescuing the three outlaws. While Tuck would talk and the sun would disappear, Linda would blend in with dark and cut John, Allan, and Much free. Robin would make his grand entrance when the sun appeared, thus shocking Vaisey, the envoy... Guy... and the citizens. But they had to all of this without getting caught, not getting caught was the main obstacle because Linda was not supposed to be seen with Robin and the outlaws in the first place. Tuck had easily fixed that problem by giving Linda a cloak with a very large hood, concealing her completely.

Yes, it would work.

Tuck and Linda made it to the gate, where a big group of people were waiting. The gates opened, and everyone swarmed inside. Struggling to keep her balance, Linda clung into Tuck, who grabbed her from behind and pulled her through the crowd. Then she gasped and stopped moving.

"Tuck, hide me!" she squeaked.

Guy of Gisborne was scanning the crowd, obviously looking for her. He knew that Linda never ever missed Vaisey's fail of an execution, who wouldn't? But now, she didn't want his company, as painful as it was.

Tuck put her behind him, silently making his way through the crowd. Linda looked up at the sky, hoping that Robin would get on the roof on time. She then looked to the sun, the hood barely protecting her eyes. The moon would soon cover it... hopefully really, really soon.

Vaisey's words snapped her from her trance. "Fire!"

Linda watched as the guards loaded the harpoon, then let the arrow loose. It landed nearly inches from the gang, and they all scurried to the left. Turning around sharply so that she was facing Tuck, Linda started to breathe heavily.

"That was too close," she said quietly. "When are you supposed to intervene?"

"Soon," said Tuck with a light smile.

Linda frowned. Looking up, she also smiled. It was getting darker, but not too dark yet for Linda to go out from the crowd.

"Let's do it!" said Vaisey. "This time, let's make it flaming."

"Now. Tuck, go."

"Wait!" cried Tuck. Pushing past everyone, he stopped at the bottom of the steps where Guy, Vaisey, and the Prince's "special envoy" (so to speak, at least. Linda considered him to be a follower of Price John... like so many other people she knew) were, and took off his hood. "A last prayer, Sir Guy. We must bemerciful, no matter how great the crime."

"Who are you, preacher man?" asked Linda's father with a confused look.

"Brother Tuck," Linda heard Guy say flatly, crossing his arms across his chest. "We can trust him. He's the one who brought these outlaws to justice." Guy pointed to John, Much, and Allan, who were glancing at each other trying to figure out what was going on, while Linda tried her best to get closer to the group... all while trying to blend with the crowd, too.

"Sheriff, it is sinful to offer no chance of absolution," said Tuck, walking up the stairs slightly.

Linda watched and crossed her fingers as Vaisey and the envoy exchanged a look to each other, shrugging.

"Very well. Chop, chop," said Vaisey, tapping the top of his wrist. "These boys have got a hot date."

Tuck nodded, and turned around. Glancing up at the sky, Linda saw him smirk. It was getting darker now. Tuck then bowed his head, and started speaking Latin, Linda quietly making her way to the outlaws. When she was close enough, she snapped her fingers to get their attention.