Sand, Sword, and Shield

[darkentwisted]

Title: "Sand, Sword, and Shield"
Copyright Notice: All characters owned by the BBC, BBC America and Tiger Aspect Media.
Plot spoilers: Lost scene at the end of,  Season 2 Episode 13 "We are Robin Hood!"
Pairings: Much, Implied: Robin/Carter, Robin/Marian.
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG

Summary: Weird little plotbunny for lost scene. POV from Much. Not my best writing...:P  I might improve and repost later.
 

Sand, Sword and Shield
by 
DarkenTwisted


Three people died that day from what he saw.  Three headstones should be baking in the desert heat, not the two he stared at.

One was for a man he hated at first and grew to admire.   He was all fierce heart, gentle soul and hair so like King Richard’s.  His death was an honorable one, for he died for King and country and what better way to die was there?  But death came too soon, for one so young and so fair and not at all deserved,  so unlike like the  traitor's who brought it.  His would not come soon enough or be more welcome.

Hers was unexpected to see, an end to a chain of events that culminated in tragedy.  She should have been a wife and mother of a future heir of Loxley not in a grave, in hot sand, so far from England.  It was all the same, a noble death, again for King and country.   It was the most needless of all and the traitorous coward who brought it, he hoped, would pay the worst.

The third person’s death was the hardest to bear.  His sacrifice for King and country, was the greatest loss. So slow and agonizing, it broke his servant’s heart and made his blood run cold to see it.

What hurt the most was that his grave would have no marker.  There would be no mourners for him yet, nor his loss lamented in eulogy.  For his friend, there seemed no justice in that.

Much looked down at the swirling sand at his feet and hoped it would blow away and reveal the green grass of home.  The place smelled of death and rot and he wished it away.  Oh how he wished it away.

Yes, three people died that day, according to Much.  The strange thing was, one of them was still living. 
It was his same Robin.  He knew that.  His leader looked and sounded the same, maybe a little sadder perhaps, but it was the change in his eyes that bothered Much.

His eyes were cold and dead as he said to the others, “Lets go home.”  

Much knew that look.  He didn’t like it.  He picked up his sword and shield from the sand and stared off to the distance,  Far away, was England, and although there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, he could see the approaching storm.  The fighting wouldn’t end today.  The corpse he followed behind would make sure of it.  

He followed the dead man home, hoping to bring his beloved Robin to life again, when the fighting was finally over.  If he himself, survived.

FIN