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The computer, sadly, misinterpreted the space as multiplication.

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Friar Tuck realised too late that he was being followed.

He stopped as if to adjust a shoe, and hid the bundle where he hoped his pursuers wouldn't find them- to no avail. No sooner had the Sheriff of Nottingham's men clapped friendly, ungentle hands on his arms than one of them (who'd clearly been watching more closely than Tuck hoped) went to the spot, pulled out the package, and brandished it with a sly, mocking grin. "You dropped this, brother! Wouldn't want to lose it, I'm sure."

His face fell, before he could think to conceal his distress.

All that time spent cajoling the few local priests he trusted to scribe a few lines from the Merry Men's families, in the hopes of reminding them they hadn't been forgotten and keeping their spirits up - wasted, or worse, incriminating.

"You'd better come with us, brother. There's bandits around, and the Sheriff would have our heads if we let a man of the cloth get hurt. Come and see the boss and he'll make sure you're well."

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The Sheriff of Nottingham was, if anything, worse than his ruffians. The air of civility he affected only served to inflame Tuck's temper - which, he suspected, was the point.

"Roderick here tells me you were very upset when he picked up this bundle. Being so moved by piety, I am of course, friar, at your service, and that of every churchman - is ought amiss?"

Tuck forced a smile onto his face. The Sheriff's long fingers were toying with the oilcloth wrap, slowly unfolding it, so honesty was called for. Just a crumb, to make the lie go down smoother.

"Letters, sir. A few keepsakes from my family to remember them by - the one indulgence my vows permit, and I thought the mud would ruin them."

"Of course, of course." The Sheriff shuffled through the stack, then pulled out a note and read. "I missed you last harvest, brother, for your strong back - and at the festival, with nobody there to drink me under the table."

Tuck smiled. "My vocation has taken me far away but I farmed, before."

"Is that so." The Sheriff nodded indulgently, put that note to the back, and continued, "Sweetheart, I miss you terribly and I long for the day we may be together again."

Features fixed in a faint, pious smile, Tuck replied, "Ah, young love! But a vow of chastity would be no devotion at all if it didn't cost anything. We never married, of course, but perhaps God will see fit that in the world to come..."

The Sheriff raised an eyebrow - Tuck swallowed the urge to talk back at the disdain on that face - and pulled another note out. "Father, for all that I have been working this farm for long enough that the village calls it mine, until the day you die it will be yours in my heart. I will take care of it for you until that day - god willing far away."

"Well- I-"

The Sheriff cut Tuck off, that eyebrow rising further and now accompanied by the most condescending smirk the old brigand had seen in his many decades on the Earth. "Save your excuses. Clearly you don't have an heir, friar."

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