Snippet #936480

Robin snapped his head around as soon as he heard the voice. There was no mistaking that melodious tune for anything else. Marian. His eyes widened slightly as he drank her in. Leading her dark horse, she had the hood of her tunic pulled up to conceil her chocolately brown hair. Her large green eyes were watery like she'd been riding hard. Without so much as glancing back at Kate, he rushed to meet her.

"Marian!" he exclaimed in a harsh whisper. "What are you doing here? You should not have come. If the Sherrif were to have any scouts patroling the woods, they would surely recognize you. Or at least your horse. Then it would only be a matter of time before they tracked him back to you and then-"

"What Robin means to say," Kate interupted. "Is that he is happy to see you." Giving Marian a small wink she took the reins from her. "I will tend your horse and see to getting those supplies to the young ones." Robin watched Kate leave before turning back to Marian.

He scratched at his thin beard. He realized then what a mess he probably looked. Spending two nights in the woods hunting, he hadn't bathed or shaven since he left.

"Since you're here," he said returning to his normal, friendly, tone of voice. "You'll at least stay for dinner. I was about to walk to the creek and wash up. Care to join me?"