After the King's army had departed, the Monks rose from the ground and brushed the dirt from their cloth. They neatened themselves as best they could; their tears making trails on their grubby faces.
Robin had been there with them all of this time, lain amongst them, and was wearing the same robes, as he did, when in their company.
"There is a challenge of a man to pray for" he said sarcastically.
He turned to the Monk beside him who seemed stricken with melancholy. He was trying to pull the shortened cord back around his waist - it had been cut with the Sheriff’s knife to expose his nakedness, before being forced to the ground.
"What now Brother Tooke?" he asked gently.
Satisfied that the knot would hold, he then looked back up at Robin and answered stoically: "My guess be that it is time for us all to take our leave" his voice went quieter at the end of these words as the two looked out over the fields.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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