-1Ribin had gone for a bit of privacy, thinking Marion was sleeping. When he returned she was dancing around the fire, singing off key. Her hair bounched as she swung around, still light on her feet, as she tried to get the men to dance with her. She grabbed Will and he just stood there like a piece of wood. She puffed out her lips and grabbed Allan, who whispered something in her ear, and she nodded. He handed her another skin and she turned it up and drank.

"Really lady Marion, you shouldn't be dancing. You should be lying down resting. Robin will not be happy when he returns."

"You're no fun at all, Mushhhh. I wanna danceee…Robin is nooo fnnnnn." She noticed that Allan stood there, and Marion had quit moving as she glared at Much.

"Marion, darling, come over and lie down with me." Robin held his hand out.

"No, don't wanna." She began to sing and dance, as she danced around the men. Allan sat down and watched Robin move over to her and pick her up. Marion kicked her feet.

"No, you likkkeee Mushhh. No fun!"

Robin took her over to her pallet and laid her down. "Shush…just rest, I'll lie down here with you." He pulled her close.

"Ohhh," she smiled wickedly…"Robinnn wans to play…okay!" she began kissing him, and he gently tried to push her away.

"Marion, please. I don't feel well. Can we just lie here quietly?"

"Okay…" She reached under his shirt, and found his belly button and stuck her finger in it. She poked it hard..and then began to tickle him. He began to laugh.

"Marion! Men, help me."

"She's your wife, Robin."

"That's right, I'm in charge. Take off your clothes.." She began tugging at his clothes. Robin grabbed her wrist. He tried to push her gently to the side, when he noticed her complexion. But wasn't fast enough to avoid the liquid spewing his clothes. "

"EW! Marion."

Marion, rolled over. "I don't feel so good. Not now, Robin. I don't feel good." SHe rolled over on her side and closed her eyes. Robin sat up, shaking his head at his friends, as they began to laugh. HE got up knowing he would have to go clean up. The old lady smiled at him, and mixed up another drink for later.

"When she wakes up give her this and only one glass of wine. IF no pain, make her rest a few days before getting up. No work, long walks, or any of that young man." Robin blushed and walked away. "Now if someone could take me home, I have things to do there."

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Next morning Marion woke to the sounds of someone snoring. She sat up and her head felt like it was being crushed, her mouth was like cotton and she was thirsty. Little John lay a few feet away snoring, and Much lay talking softly in his sleep. She glanced at Robin and saw him open one eye.

"How you feeling?"

"Kill me, my head is coming off, and I think I ate Much's jumper…I taste cotton."

Robin sat up and reached for a skin of water. "Here drink some of this. Any pains?"

"No, I think I will go back to sleep." She lay back down and pulled the blanket over her head. Robin got up to start his day, as he saw the other's sit up and do what they did each morning. Much opened his eyes and glanced over at Robin.

"Master, I will fix some gruel for our morning meal."

"I hate that, why not some eggs, bread and cheese?"

"I hate the last of the bread last night. I woke up hungry."

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Gisborne sat in a hard high backed chair in the Sheriff's office. Valsey was busy painting his nails. Disgusting thought Gisborne. That was not something a real man did, and he wished he was sheriff. Maybe one day soon, never knew what might happen to Valsey.

Robin had stolen Marion away from him again. He didn't see why Robin didn't go back to the holy land if he wanted to fight so badly. Valsey looked over at the tall man in black. "Well? What have you to tell me?"

"Nothing, I have not yet found Marion."

Valsey put his feet up on his desk as he sat back in his chair. He wiggled his toes waiting for his nails to dry. "Marion, Marion, Marion. Is that all you think of? You know women are evil, vile things. Under their pretty faces is what can destroy a man. Who needs them? A word, no-one."

"But…"

"But nothing Gisborne. Get me the head of Robin Hood. Bring me his men to hang. Be useful or I might decide you aren't worthy of Loxeley. Go, get it done. That's a good boy." Said the sheriff as he watched Gisborne leave.