Robin finally talked down John and Will. Both were ready to hunt Prince John and kill him.

If it were that easy we would have killed him a long time ago. But leaving England without a ruler would put us in a worse situation than we are in right now if possible. Civil war could get complicated.

Our hopes now lay on Wilfred. Robin knew he had to get information from him and it would be best to do it alone.

"Everyone else head back to camp. And I mean everyone."

John and Will completely ignored him and headed in the opposite direction. Robin sighed and said "let them go, they wont find anything, except they may find themselves imprisoned too. There is nothing we can do to stop them."

So Robin headed off to see Wilfred who off course, pretended that he didn't want to see him.

"Robin, its always nice for a friendly visit" he said sarcastically. "You know no one ever just comes and visits anymore, they always want something."

"Wilfred, you're looking old and it's not working for you."

"Such a nice boy. I thought I trained you better than that."

"You trained me in swordplay and archery, you forgot manners. And I'm afraid this isn't a social visit."

He sighed. "Of course, all you young people only come see me if you want something."

"Who else asks you for things?"

"No one, I was just exaggerating." It was clear that Wilfred was changing the subject but Robin didn't have time to pursue this.

"So can I safely assume you're here about Amelia and Lilly? I'm afraid I don't know anything. Prince John is being very secretive about that."

Robin sighed, "Not the answer I was looking for. What are we going to do Wilfred? By any chance do you know anything about some anonymous man who easily bested three of my men?"

"So many questions today, no one just stops to say hello, you're all so rude."

He was getting uncomfortable and avoiding the topic. He knew something.

"Wilfred old friend, I feel if one of us knew a secret, we should be able to tell the other."

"Focus on the problem at hand Robin, now get out of here, I can't be seen talking to you or there will be three hangings tomorrow." And with that he walked off. He was right, that was a problem for another day. For now Robin had to find two prisoners that could be anywhere in a giant castle and stop his men getting themselves killed, all in day.

Robin found he was walking extra slow back to camp. He was dreading the encounter when he would be forced to tell them he had found nothing.

He was stopped by the feeling of being watched.

After a pause, all was still silent.

But the feeling remained.

All at once something hit him in the back of the head with great force.

Disorientated, but not enough to fall, he quickly grabbed his sword.

The man was an excellent fighter and Robin was rather enjoying it. After a year of knights fainting at his feet it was good to have a decent opponent again.

Maybe too good, Robin was beginning to lose.

But of course this was unacceptable. Robin Hood could never lose; he didn't know the meaning of the word.

Both of them were getting tired fast with all the effort they were putting in.

A temporary moment of exhaustion cost the opponent dearly. Robin wounded him on his arm which weakened him a little but not enough to give Robin a decent lead.

They were interrupted by a group of Guards who recognised Robin and saw it as the time to arrest him. And apparently his opponent too.

They split and ran in opposite directions.

Robin didn't have time to turn and see what happened to his opponent. He found it strange how he hoped the other man got away. A little competition would never go amiss in Sherwood.

The guards split as well though more ran after Robin.

It was easy to get away.

Still Levon paced while Annie grew tired of listening to him complain.

"Again, this was too close. He nearly won and the wound on the arm is going to take some explaining. We'll work through it as we always do but its getting to be hard. All this over pride. We're kidding myself if I really think this will be over after we save Amelia and Lilly."

"I don't think its pride" she said. "Its probably more about revenge."

"Well all I know is I can't keep doing this. Prince John has shown that he is all too happy to throw nooses around. I don't want to be hung for this."

"Well start saying no," she suggested "learn to stand up for yourself." She looked his up and down "no you're right, you're in this forever, you'll never get a back bone."

Levon sighed, as he knew she was right.

Back at camp John and Will were brainstorming ideas that everyone knew would fail.

Still, no one dared correct them. Eventually they decided on "we get the sheriff at knife point and demand their whereabouts. Than we knock him out and go save them and run off into the night."

No one seemed convinced. Matthew was the one who stepped forward but didn't give the answer they wanted. "Robin told us to say here" he began but John didn't want to here his nonsense.

"I don't care what Robin said. What if Wilfred doesn't know anything? Where does that leave us? Now I'm going to get the sheriff, anyone who wants to is welcome to come."

Will stood up, "I'm right behind you but I can't guarantee I wont kill him."

"Try and restrain yourself," John told him, obviously not really caring. "Anyone else?"

Luke and Thomas joined them but Much, Benny Matthew opted to stay behind.

"What about you Allen?" Will asked, "Are you going to be your usual cowardly self and do whatever your precious master says?"

"I'm not a coward," I said.

"Then why are you always doing whatever he says, even when you know it's wrong? Sure, we may not find anything, but there is a possibility. How much possibility do you think there will be if we just sit here, hoping for a miracle?"

"If he asks, you made me come" I eventually said as I followed them out.

"If he asks, you finally grew a back bone and disobeyed him" Will corrected.

To my surprise Matthew came running after us. "If anything happens to them and I did nothing…"

"Thanks mate" John told him and we set off.

Unfortunately the sheriff was nowhere to be found. Will and John were getting frantic. We had to settle for defeating some guards who informed us that the sheriff was doing a special job that meant he wouldn't get back until just before the hanging.

"Well what a night. Or a waste of one" Thomas said, making them madder.

"You think I planned this?" Will asked him.

"Well if you did you planned it pretty bad"

"Shush" Luke said, suddenly alert.

We found a door slightly ajar; the door that leads to the treasury. We also heard footsteps slowly growing more distant.

Well we had nothing else to do so we followed.

"The man in black" I commented as we saw him. In response to our confused looks he told us "the man who fought us last night."

"Right, the one who 'came out of no where' so you had no chance to fight" Will whispered, trying to look smug.

"Well now we have the upper hand," Matthew said, silently pulling his sword of its sheave.

He wasn't silent enough. The man heard in time to dodge Matthews attack and pull his own sword.

He was clearly skilled but there was five of us to one of him.

I chose to stand close to the exit and let the others do the fighting. I figured that this man was good and he would probably break through the men and try and run. That was where I come in.

He did knock out three of the gang members and appeared to be doing it again.

Matthew was down again and so was Luke. It amazes me how one man could do that. Time to damask him and see what we're up against.

My plan worked as he broke through Will and Thomas and headed for the door.

I calmly waited for the right moment and punched him hard in the side, knocking the wind right of him. I've seen this kind of thing too many times. When people panic they always focus on the way out and never check out their surroundings making it all to easy to sneak up on them.

I punched him again, harder this time. He doubled over in pain and I easily yanked his hood off.

We all stared.

It was a woman.

"Marian" I said in astonishment as I looked upon my cousin.

She clearly wasn't in the mood for pleasantries and kicked me in the shin with all her might.

It was my turn to double over in pain. She knew the precise spot that could make your whole leg go numb.

She ran past me and was gone.

There was silence.

"Still smug?" I asked Will.

He groaned and rolled over, half due to pain and half out of the embarrassment of being beaten by a girl.