The sun was setting in the west as Robin explained to Archer the details of the adventure.

"I knew some of the guards were coming to, so I dropped the bit about Sherwood and taking only one wagon. When Kate, Much, and Tuck took the first wagon to Locksley, we knew the soldiers wouldn't be looking for it there.

"Will, Djaq, and I gave the others a generous head start, and then set the guards we locked up in the dungeon free. They led the rest of the soldiers off running on a wild goose chase while we took the rest of the food to Locksley. Quite simple."

Archer nodded and grinned, "Speaking of simplicity," he jerked his head towards Much, whose mouth was open in a loud snore, "Our last victim awaits."

The camp was deserted of all but Robin, Archer, Much, and Djaq. Much, in exhaustion, has promptly fallen asleep and Djaq had nodded off shortly after him.

Kate and Will had gone off for water and John and Tuck went hunting to erase all Djaq's fears of a questionable meat source.

"Did you get it all ready?" Robin questioned.

Archer's grin widened as he nodded and handed Robin a small bowl filled with brown, oozing mud. "You'll find no purer mud in all of England."

Robin took the bowl and carried it over to Much, whose arms lay limply at his sides.

Robin bit his lip to hold back a laugh as he knelt down next to his friend and scooped a portion of the mixture delicately into Much's upturned palm.

He then grabbed an arrow and turned it so the feathered end was tickling Much's nose.

Much contorted his face in an attempt to rid himself of the itch, his eyes still closed.

Robin wiggled the feather once more as Much's hand flew up, mud and all, to splat right on his nose.

He woke with a start. For a moment, he appeared dazed as he stared at his hand and felt his nose. Then he bolted upright with a loud exclamation. "Ugh! How revolting! Archer, what is this?"

Archer rolled his eyes. "Just a little good clean mud…not that I did it."

Much leaped to his feet and began wiping his face. "Why me? Why does this always happen to me?"

Robin, who had put the arrow back without detection, shrugged. "You must've just been next in line. Everyone's had their turn." With a grin, he winked at Archer and walked outside, admiring the golden sunset.

Djaq stood and hobbled over to Much. "It was Robin, you know."

"What?"

"Robin put the mud in your hand. I watched."

Much's anger immediately evaporated. "He did?" A smile slowly spread over his face.

"What is wrong with you? You are mad at Archer, who is innocent, but happy with Robin, who is guilty?"

"He just hasn't been the same since Marian, um, died."

"He seemed find to me."

"You haven't been with him. He was so..." Much choked and shook his head. "But with Marian alive, he is happy again."

Djaq gazed at Much fondly for a moment and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "You are a good man, Much. I am glad I have you as my friend."

Much's mouth opened wide in shock, his face still plastered with mud.

Djaq laughed, grabbed a wet cloth from a bucket of water, and threw it at his face.

"Better clean up. You look like something the cat dragged in."

"I hate sayings…"

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