will_scarlett: (waiting in pain)
It had been a strange night in Sherwood with the King's knights amongst them and Robin and the King talking. Throughout dinner, either Will or John had been at Robin's elbow in case he had need of them and so they could tell the others what was missed as Allan sang songs of King Arthur. Now the caves had been given over to the King and his men though Robin and the King still spoke as John and Will passed between them a wooden mug of Tuck's strongest mead.

"This is true, aye? The Good Folk 'avena taken us up an tricked us," Will asked to the darkness and John grunted before touching the blade of his dagger to Will's arm. At the touch of steel, Will and John said a prayer together and the world remained the same, King Richard illuminated by the fire's glow and Robin beside him.

"Tis true, Will though I've na idea what it means. Are we to become guards, stewards, proper men o'the land? I think I've forgotten the way o'it," John rumbled and Will grinned though it never reached his eyes.

"We'll serve Robin an the King an England isna free yet. There'll be blood an the proper king shall sit upon the throne. But we're na Arthur's men, just Robin's," Will said as he took another swig.

"Aye, we're Robin's an King Richard's an Sherwood's an alive."

"Oh aye, I'll drink to that an bein' alive to seein' Richard where 'e should be," Will lifted the mug and took a gulp before passing it to John. Then they watched the fire burn low as King Richard plotted with Robin of Locksley how a dark time would be ended.
will_scarlett: (Wyeth Robin)
The fog sat heavily on Sherwood keeping most travelers in as they didn't wish to lose the path, but a group of Crusader Knights chose to walk the fog. They kept their hands on loosely on their swords as they walked as Sherwood stirred with her own strange sounds. The lead knight paused to stare at a great stag that appeared for a moment in the fog and seemed to meet his eyes before moving on. He turned to his men and said quietly, "Sherwood has grown stranger since I was last here."

"And when was that, Crusader?" A calm voice asked from the fog as every knight unsheathed their blade but their leader said, "Too long ago, England is much changed. Now show yourself. I'll not talk to a spirit or a coward that won't show his face."

From the trees there was a laugh with a thread of tiredness in it as a lithe figure dressed in the green of the forest landed on the path in front of the knight and bowed, "You ask and I appear. Now tell me why you're going through Sherwood on a day when the weather pushes all others away."

"Because I wished to meet you, Robin of Locksley with no chance of anyone disturbing us."

In the silence of those words, the silken sound of bows being drawn could be heard as Robin met the Knight's gaze as still and calm as the stag had been, "You have met me and I and my men listen."

The Knight motioned his men to put down their weapons as he spoke, "I've been away from England too long and have heard and seen the good you do and wish your help in restoring my England to what she should be. Will you stand by your king, Robin of Locksley?"

Robin looked into the trees, knowing where all of his men were and then back to this knight, to King Richard. From the fog, eight men in green with longbows descended, all held taut as they waited, unsure if truly some sort of end of their fight might stand before them.

"This isn't the place for us to speak. Will you trust me enough to walk into Sherwood under my protection," Robin asked before Richard nodded and soon the Crusaders and outlaws had disappeared into the fog to discuss if hope had returned to England.
will_scarlett: (Newstead Abbey)
The knight had traveled the course of England, listening or what was said and what wasn't. He heard of taxes raised beyond bearing and men had forgotten that might does not make right. At every tale he would nod and notice those who would not speak more to him, for he was a knight and all nobles did share some blood. North he went until a storm trapped in Lincoln where there were whispers of those who provided Lincoln Green for the outlaws of Sherwood.

It was always shushed around him but finally a boy not even twelve told him in a rush, "You see, sir, Robin saved me Papa. When the men came for him with whips and chains, Robin came with his men and his arrows. He said, no, this isn't right. He has done no more than you asked him and you shall ask him no more. The men did scatter like birds, angry and full of curses but have not returned. Since then he's given them good cloth, not fine, but he's never asked for that, just cloth to last them through their trials. But their trials and our shall end, milord, Richard shall return."

The knight nodded as the boy's father chased him away with an apology of how his head was full of dangerous stories.

As the winter laid its cloak upon England, the knight lay not in state but in the guest room of a fine inn where all of Lincoln and travelers upon the road spoke of the cold and what was missing. In his sight, they were quieter as they knew not who he might have been but he listened as did his men. England had changed much since he was last here but then he was not the man who had left.
will_scarlett: (Sherwood)
Power and loyalty are complicated things, when you have men with strong wills living and fighting together, a balance has to be found. Yet sometimes that balance shifts and starts to tremble.

The Fair passed with no great excitement, though Little John spoke often to hunters to see what the Sheriff was asking for them. He brought a cloud with him to Sherwood as he muttered about how he could do better.

Sparring matches between him and Will grew more violent as they began to argue about how Robin led the men. John would grumble and finally agree that perhaps Robin knew what he was doing, but it never felt like quite enough.

Will was tired, he hadn't seen many doors to Milliways and time kept playing tricks on his Kate, he missed her and worried for her. Soon it will be tax time as John's unhappiness frays at all the men.


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Will Scarlett

April 2014



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