Dear Djaq and Will,

Much

How are coping in the heat? We really do need you back here. Well, don't worry too much. We're kind of coping. We had no near-death experiences today. Thank God. Or Allah, for you, Djaq.

I don't think I've ever heard so much stamping and grunting from John in my life. He really does need to relax. I was in the middle of suggesting that he tried humming or a hobby such as, well, cooking – but then his staff "slipped". Oh my head. I wonder if I have permanent damage...Djaq I suggest you hurry! We have no physicians in this camp whatsoever.

Allan

Obviously, this isn't any of our handwriting. We got Matilda to do that job, seeing as we're all illiterate idiots and Robin's been in a right huff for weeks. How I'm coping with that manservant, I honestly do not know...Not being funny, but I almost missed him when I was with Giz. But now I'm back with the lads.

So, are you two married or what? I swear I thought I saw you, Will, in Nettlestone yesterday. I stopped when this skinny boy smacking his axe around his new chicken pens. I was thinking: since when does Will build shelters for farm animals? Made me laugh, it did. Especially when he started chasing the bloody chickens around.

Oh hang on - you'll be chasing 'em pigeons now, ey?

How's Bassam's palace treatin' you? Lucky gits. There's a leak in our camp roof. I suggest you come and fix it, William Scarlett.

Little John

Hello you two. We got your letter about returning to England. We're pleased.

I told the others that we can't write more than twenty words onto Lardener's ring. It's lucky Allan sniped a couple extra pigeons. This message is very very long.

Well. We're all fine. Hope you are too.

That will be all.

Robin

Matilda's been pestering me about this letter for days, so I might as well write something. I'm sorry, my friends, that we have interrupted the life you wished to have in the Holy Land. We're hardly managing without you both and we'd be forever grateful if you came back to your empty bunks. They're waiting for you.

I'd like one final request, before you both return. I would like you to lay fresh flowers on Marian's grave. I wish I could forever lay garlands on my love's grave, but her body was put to rest in a land so far away. Yet, I feel her spirit near.

God bless,

The Gang.