NOHNTHN Part 3
Title: Neither One Hand Nor The Hangman’s Noose - Part Three
Author: Weaselett
Movie Adapted: Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama
Characters/Pairings: Teal’c, Daniel, Cameron, Sam, Jack - plus numerous others
Both slash and het pairings featured.
Rating: 15
Word Count: 5, 419
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Author’s Notes: Written for reel_sg1
This is written in a slightly different style than I normally use so….go easy on me. It’s very close to the movie in places, very different in others.
Beta’d by charlies_dragon
Many thanks go to my RE lessons (if anything’s wrong, blame my memory) and my Da who kindly spent two hours discussing the travel routes taken by the people involved in the Crusades.
Previous Parts:
Part One, Part Two
Part Three
“Have we lost them?”
Teal’c reins his horse in as they reach the brow of the hill, turning to look back at the approaching horsemen, while Daniel snapped the arrow that had taken his mount in right rump. “No and I fear we can not outrun them. Your horse is lame and mine carries two.”
Daniel sighs, throwing the arrow fragment away, shaking his head as he watches the horsemen approach.
“Leave me Master Daniel. I only slow your escape.” Walter pleads from his position behind Teal’c.
“No.” Daniel answers firmly even as Teal’c tightens his grip on Walter’s arm, not risking the man taking matters into his own hands. Daniel searches the surrounding landscape for somewhere to hide, his horse shifting warily, sensing its riders emotions, “We can lose them in the forest.” Daniel points to their right, glancing askance at Teal’c who inclines his head in agreement. It is the only choice.
“Sherwood Forest is haunted Master.” Walter argues, shaking faintly, obviously scared by the thought of going into the woods. Teal’c pats his arm reassuringly, spurring his horse around as Daniel leads the way across the open ground toward the dense forest.
“I’m sorry Walter, but we either take our chances with the ghosts or become ghosts ourselves.”
They ride swiftly into the forest, only stopping when they find an especially dense patch of trees that will hide them from view, listening for the sound of pursuit.
After a moment they hear voices from the edge of the forest, followed by a very familiar angry growl.
“Daniel of the Hood! Son of a devil worshipper!! Your father died a coward, cursing your name and squealing like a stuck pig!”
Teal’c places a warning hand on Daniel’s arm, shaking his head as the other man shifts his weight, eyes clouded by fury. “You’ll bring no justice to your father dying today Christian.”
Daniel grits his teeth before nodding, his gaze remaining fixed on the shadows moving at the edge of the woods until Teal’c tightens his grip, dark eyes intense.
“We should continue on our way Christian, lest they change their minds and follow us.”
Daniel hesitates for a moment before he nods with a sigh, spurring his horse forward, following Teal’c horse further into the greenery.
--
Walter stiffens against Teal’c’s back as soft whistling echoes in the forest. “Master Daniel?” He pleads fearfully as Teal’c squeezes his arm gently, drawing his sword with his other hand.
Daniel frowns, searching the trees around them before he smiles, pointing up at one of the nearby trees with a collection of weighted strings hanging from one of its branches. “There are your ghosts Walter: wind chimes. A child’s toy put to good use.” Daniel throws Teal’c a fond look as he continues to watch trees, sword raised, prepared for an attack that is not forthcoming. “You scare easily my Moorish friend.”
Teal’c frowns at him for a moment before sheaving his sword once more, “This forest has eyes; I swear it.” He casts a last glare at the trees before he coaxes his horse into following Daniel’s as he leads them on, towards the sound of running water.
--
Daniel leads his horse easily out of the tree cover onto the bank of the river, eyeing it warily as Teal’c follows him into the sun.
“In my dreams alone I have imagined such a place.” Teal’c stares, enchanted by the wide river in front of them, taking in the numerous waterfalls and the shear expanse of water. It is like nothing in his homeland. Nor did he see anything that could even begin to compare to it during their travels.
Daniel frowns at him before swinging himself neatly down from his saddle and walking his horse over to a nearby tree. “Perhaps you can imagine a way to cross it.”
Teal’c smiles faintly shrugging, “I have very little knowledge of such things Christian, so I fear I can not help you.”
Daniel sighs, glaring at him for a moment before making his way down to the water’s edge, carefully examining the many rocks apparent in the water course.
“Be careful Master Daniel.” Walter cautions from his position behind Teal’c, blind face turned in Daniel’s direction.
“Don’t worry Walter, I will be.” Daniel answers before stepping warily out onto the first of the big rocks, using his sword to feel the way in front of him carefully and he smiles faintly as the rock stays steady. After a moment’s hesitation, he takes the next few stones in quick secession, only to slip on the last and land in the water. He gasps, floundering for a moment before he finds his footing and stands, the water barely reaching his knees. He looks up at Teal’c smiling. “There is hope!”
Teal’c remains silent as a moment later a rope emerges from the water, tripping Daniel up and making him drop his sword into the water.
“There was a rich man from Nottingham, who tried to cross the river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope! Now look at him shiver!” A man’s voice sings out mockingly from the other bank as Daniel pulls himself to his feet, fingering the rope casually with one hand.
Teal’c dismounts quickly, guiding Walter gently to the ground before moving to help his friend, only to find the way blocked and himself surrounded. Teal’c scowls at the large man in front of him for a moment before he turns and walks back to Walter, placing a supportive hand on the man’s elbow.
“Beg for mercy rich boy!” The voice demands as Daniel turns, taking in Teal’c and Walter’s captures with a frown before turning to face the direction the voice seems to be coming from.
“I beg of no man.” Daniel replies coolly, shoulders stiff.
“Well this here is our river, and any man that wishes to cross it must pay a tax.” The voice answers, the owner’s delight clear.
“I’ll pay no tax.” Daniel answers before spreading his empty hands meaningfully, “And as you can see, I have nothing. Not even my sword.” He adds ruefully.
Teal’c watches silently as a tall, lean man steps out of the trees on the other bank, twirling a staff idly, sharp gaze flicking to Teal’c and Walter for a moment before focusing on Daniel. “Any man who travels with two servants and claims he has no bloody money, is either a fool or a liar.”
Daniel frowns, “Who are you?” He tries to look casual as he straightens, giving up any thoughts he may have had about recovering his lost blade.
The man smiles, “Jack Little, best man of the woods!” He announces, to the approval of the men gathering around them.
“Well best man, you lead this rabble?” Daniel questions, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes I do mate.” Jack Little smiles coolly at Daniel, eyes dancing, “And if you tosspots want to travel through Sherwood Forest, it’ll cost you that gold medallion.” He points easily at the cross hanging around Daniel’s neck, leaning on his staff idly.
Daniel automatically fingers his father’s cross, “This is sacred to me.”
Jack laughs, “It’s bloody scared to us too mate. That there medallion will feed us for a bloody month!”
Daniel stiffens, his lips thinning slightly, but he manages to keep his head, a fact that Teal’c is very thankful for. “You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Jack grins, throwing Daniel the staff before catching the second staff that’s tossed his way by one of the other men. “Love to mate.”
The boy Daniel had saved from Gisburn’s men runs out to Jack, taking the man’s heavy outer jacket. “Be careful father, he bested twelve of the sheriff’s men.”
Jack raises an eyebrow, “Is that so?” The boy nods earnestly, “Then I reckon I’m going to enjoy this.” He smirks, twirling his staff, as he steps forward.
“That’s your father?” Daniel’s disbelieving question carries to Teal’c’s ears across the expanse of water as the boy grins, nodding.
A moment later Teal’c finds himself being pushing along, further down the bank as Jack and Daniel move into position. Daniel turns his back on Jack for a moment, seeking out Teal’c’s gaze, eyes wide, asking him for advice, something to make this fight easier for him. Teal’c smiles, shrugging idly before waving a hand towards the woodsman. The Christian had, after all, challenged the man.
Teal’c watches silently as the pair fight, Daniel failing to gain the upper hand and is thrown down one of the water falls, landing heavily in the water. Teal’c sighs. For all his bluster, the Christian often fails to fight as well as he can because he rarely wishes to injure his opponents.
Teal’c follows without a word as the group of woodsmen around himself and Walter moves again, following the progress of the fight. He reaches out to guide Walter over a damp spot before looking up at Daniel once more, as the same voice that jeered at them earlier rings out from the far bank.
“He’s drowning!”
Teal’c frowns as the big woodsman dangles his prize in front of Daniel’s face as he floats in the water and Daniel lunges for it, much to the amusement of the men watching. Jack pulls it away before leaning over and making some comment that Teal’c can’t hear.
Daniel lies back on the stones and watches silently as the man walks off and Teal’c can’t help but sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. This will not do.
“Looks like the little rich boy is lost for words!” The jeering man yells, finally emerging from the trees.
Daniel turns, meeting Teal’c’s gaze once more. “Any great ideas?”
Teal’c nods grimly, “Get up and move faster.” He orders, motioning at the retreating woodsman, who has the stolen cross around his neck.
Daniel groans, glaring at Teal’c for a moment before he pulls himself to his feet, muttering something under his breath before he grabs the staff that’s still floating in the water beside him and takes off at a run towards Jack.
Teal’c smiles, nodding sharply in approval before hurrying on down the bank, leading Walter by the elbow.
“The young master isn’t doing very well is he Teal’c?” Walter’s voice is soft.
Teal’c smiles, “No, he is not.”
One of the woodsman yells out a warning, just as Daniel strikes out at Jack, knocking him down with a feral grin. “We’re not finished yet.”
“Alright then matey.” Jack recovers, grinning, “you want another good whacking, you can have one.”
Daniel lands more blows this time, managing to knock Jack down once more and step past him, grinning triumphantly down at him, “Looks like I made it past the gate, Jack Little.” Daniel glances up, meeting Teal’c’s gaze smirking even as Teal’c looks on impassively, he knows exactly where this fight is going. Daniel looks away and kicks Jack as he attempts to rise, voice taking on a mocking tone, “Or should I call you Little Jack?”
The woodsman growls as his men urge him on, his young son bouncing excitedly, “Wallop him one father!”
Jack pulls himself upright before turning and returning Daniel’s attacks with a furiously that the smaller man has little chance of beating, finally landing a blow that knocks Daniel off his feet. Daniel staggers unsteadily back to his feet, touching his fingers to the blood from his nose before launching a fresh attack on the woodsman.
Teal’c sighs, finally giving in to the urge to roll his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest once more.
“Swimming time again, old chump.” Jack snarls before neatly taking Daniel’s feet out from under him and allowing the current to carry Daniel over the next waterfall. The woodsmen cheer as their leader jumps down onto a rock, searching the water for Daniel.
Teal’c stiffens, dark eyes scanning the water for a moment before he smiles faintly, relaxing. Perhaps, the Christian’s new plan will be more effective.
“Where is he? Do you see him?” The boy’s voice rings out from the other bank as his father frowns at the empty water around him before turning, shaking his head.
“It’s a blooming shame. He was a brave lad.” He shrugs, before he lowers his head, examining his winnings or so Teal’c thinks, not that it matters.
Teal’c smiles as a staff emerges from the water, slamming up between the woodsman’s legs and levering him backwards, into the water. Daniel’s head appears a moment later as he grabs Jack’s shirt, just as the man starts screaming for help.
“Do you yield?” Daniel demands, before ducking the man’s head under for a moment and then dragging him back up roughly. “Do you yield?”
“I can’t bloody swim!” The man panics and Daniel pushing his head under again.
“Do you yield?”
“Yes!” The terrified man folds, and Daniel smiles, loosening his hold on the man’s clothes.
“Good, now put your feet down.”
Teal’c smiles, watching as the man stands, laughing when he realises just how shallow the water is before slapping the grinning Daniel on the shoulder. “Tell me your name.”
“Daniel of Loxsley. My medallion?”
The man laughs again, nodding before drawing the chain over his own head and putting it back in its rightful position, around Daniel’s neck. “You’ve got balls of solid rock Daniel of Loxsley, I’ll give you that.”
--
Teal’c stared into the firelight, enjoying the warmth and the open friendliness of their new friends. He had not expected to be included quite so much, not in this strange land in which he is seen as an infidel and a servant.
“That there’s Much, the Miller’s son, David Dixon and Louis of Doncaster, through the men all call him Bull.” Jack continues his introductions from his position, perched on one of the lower broths of a nearby tree.
Daniel smiles, raising an eyebrow at the man introduced as Louis of Doncaster, “Because you’re so short?”
The man grins, standing, “No, it’s because I’m so long!” He makes a suggestive motion with his hands and Teal’c lowers his gaze silently, guessing what is to come next. He sees Daniel wince out of the corner of his eyes, raising a hand over his eyes.
“No Bull, save it, save it for the ladies.”
The men all laugh, a few of them patting the one called Bull on the shoulder, grinning.
Teal’c looks up exchanging a wry grin with Daniel who quickly ducks his head once more, poking at the fire with a stick idly.
“Give the man some mead!” Jack commands, grinning down at them as Daniel takes the offered bottle from Walter and takes a long drink, wincing slightly as he lowers it and passes it to the man next to him. “I made that myself.” Jack adds proudly, his grin widening slightly as he leans back against the tree trunk.
“It’s good.” Daniel offers, smiling up at their host, who nods contentedly in return. Daniel watches, frowning as the mead bypasses Teal’c. “Has English hospitality changed so much in six years that a friend of mine is not welcome at this table?”
Most of the men shift awkwardly, exchanging anxious glances. “But sire, he’s a savage!”
Daniel smiles, nodding, poking the fire again, drawing out the moment, “That he is, but no more than you or I.” He stops for a moment pursing his lips. “And don’t call me sire.” He adds.
Teal’c watches Daniel carefully for a moment, before shaking his head, giving the man next to him a sympathetic look. “With regret I must decline.” He looks up to their host, “Allah forbids it.” It explains, nodding to the woodsman respectfully.
Jack shrugs easily, smiling at him, “Your bloody loss mate.”
“I am curious, why is it there are so many of you in hiding?” Daniel asks after a moment and it is the very same question that Teal’c himself would have asked, were he not such an outsider.
“We’re all outlaws, all with prices on our heads, even my young lad.” Jack nods at the boy, Charlie who has found himself a seat in another of the nearby trees. “It’s the blasted sheriff; he says we owe him taxes.” The men all laugh, their opinion of the sheriff and his taxes clear.
Daniel nods his understanding, throwing a few scraps of wood into the fire. “Well, your ghosts will only keep the sheriff’s men at bay for so long.” He points out amicably.
“They’ve worked so far.” The man who mocked Daniel earlier speaks up from behind them and they all turn automatically, “Do you have a better idea?” He demands, blue eyes cold as he glares at Daniel.
“You can always fight back.” Daniel offers quietly, fixing his gaze on the fire, knowing how these men will react, just as well as Teal’c. They are nothing but simple men, forced from their homes by evil.
“I reckon I must have cracked that noble head of yours.” Jack comments dryly from his position in the trees. “These here are all good lads, they’ve got hearts and hope, but they’re farmers. It’d be like lambs to the slaughter.”
Daniel nods reluctantly as one of the men speaks up, “They say the sheriff was raised by a witch.”
Teal’c raises an eyebrow, “A witch?”
“She knows everyone’s thoughts, you can see right through her and she flies.” Charlie provides, obviously delighted by the idea.
“That’s a load of cod’s wallop Charlie.” Jack interrupts, throwing a warning glare at his son, who pouts but remains silent. Teal’c watches sympathetically, reminded of his own son, so far beyond his reach.
“What does a rich son of a devil worshipper care about a bunch of outlaw peasants?” The man takes advantage of the silence to challenge Daniel again, expression stormy.
“My lord was a kind and generous man! Who amongst you dares believe…” Walter surges to his feet, turning his face towards the man, only to be halted by Daniel, a gentle hand on his elbow, guiding him back to the ground.
“My father was no devil worshipper, And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise.” Daniel addresses all of the men, eyes shadowed, “But he's right. I was a rich man's son. When I killed the sheriffs men, I became an outlaw like you.”
“You are nothing like us!” The man fumes before storming off into the woods, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.
“That’s Cam Scarlet.” Jack explains softly, watching the man’s disappearing back for a moment before looking down and meeting Daniel’s gaze, “Take no notice of him, he’s full of piss and wind.” He smiles after a moment, “Come now lads, drink up. Don’t talk about so much bloody rubbish. This here is the best that we simple men can expect. Here we are safe. Here we are kings!”
The men cheer, laughing along with their leader as Teal’c throws Daniel a warning look. He knows the young Christian too well. This will not be the end of it.
--
Teal’c watches silently as Daniel leads Walter away from the fire, supporting the drunken man gently as he guides him towards one of the empty shelters Jack had pointed out to them earlier. He considers following, for a moment, before he decides against it, turning instead to walk into the woods, needing to get out of the tense atmosphere of the camp. He is still too strange, too different for them to understand, to accept. Daniel has had longer than they have, and he has a reason to trust Teal’c that none of them do.
He walks slowly through the woods, back to the river that they found earlier, wanting to see that beautiful sight once more. Every time he discovers a downside to this country he finds something else so beautiful, so enchanting that he can’t help but understand Daniel’s love for his homeland. Perhaps, after all of this is done, when he is no longer held in this place by an oath, he will stay.
He strips himself of his robes when he reaches the river, before lowering himself into one of the shallower pools, cleaning himself carefully before climbing out once more and pulling his robes back on before laying out his prayer mat carefully. He kneels carefully, facing East just as he was taught, so many years ago and begins his prayers.
He hears Daniel approaching just as he reaches the end of his prayers, but he doesn’t react to him. Daniel knows not to interrupt; he will wait until Teal’c is done.
Teal’c stands gracefully, rolling up his prayer mat carefully before replacing it in its carrier, which he places carefully on the ground alongside his sword. He turns slowly to face Daniel, who crosses the short distance left between them, watching Teal’c’s expression carefully.
“Where do you intend to sleep tonight my friend?”
“I have not yet decided.”
Daniel sighs, ducking his head for a moment, “You will not sleep in the camp.”
Teal’c smiles gently, reaching up to touch the Christian’s arm gently, “You know as well as I do that they fear me and I can not sleep in such an environment.”
Daniel nods, meeting Teal’c gaze, “Will you let me stay with you? For a time.”
Teal’c laughs softly, raising his hand to touch Daniel’s face gently, “I would welcome your presence sadiq, if even for a short time.”
“Good.” Daniel smiles, moving forward and claming Teal’c lips gently.
--
Teal’c walks back into the camp long after the sun has risen, knowing from his experiences during his travels what the drink that the Christians enjoy so much can do to a men, should he drink too much. He has observed his first two prayer times of the day and yet many of the men are only just waking, staggering groaning from their shelters into the light.
He neatly sidesteps several puddles of questionable nature before he reaches the shelter he knows Daniel shared with Walter the night before, frowning when he finds it occupied solely by a barely aware Walter. He kneels by the man’s side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It is I Teal’c, have no fear.”
Walter turns his head towards Teal’c’s voice, smiling softly, “Teal’c, you are well?”
Teal’c smiles inclining his head, “I am my friend, now let us move you into the sun.”
Walter nods, holding out a hand to Teal’c and allowing himself to be guided out of the shelter and across the clearing to a tree, which Teal’c settles him beneath gently. “Tell me, where is Master Daniel?”
Walter shakes his head slowly, “I am sorry my Moorish friend, he did not tell me where he was going. All I know is that he left the camp, some time ago now.”
Teal’c growls softly, mentally cursing the head strong young Christian, what was the man planning, if he had anything planned at all. “I thank you for your honestly my friend.”
Walter smiles, patting Teal’c gently on the arm. “He will be back soon.”
“Indeed.” Teal’c agrees, hiding his doubts as he stands, looking around the camp, admiring the resilience of these simple men.
“You did not overnight with us.” Jack comments as he approaches them, carrying his staff easily.
“I did not.” Teal’c agrees.
Jack nods, watching his men for a moment before meeting Teal’c gaze, “I have little issue with you, Daniel trusts you and you have shown no sign of being our enemy, but I can understand why you would choose to stay apart from us. For what it’s worth, I can promise you that none of them will ever try to hurt you.”
Teal’c inclines his head, smiling faintly, “I thank you for that.”
Jack nods, watching Teal’c for a moment longer, “Aye, well I’ve got things to be doing.”
Teal’c watches him as he walks away before crouching down next to Walter. “Is there anything I can get you my friend?”
Walter shakes his head, “No, I fear I drank more Mead last night then I should have.”
Teal’c smiles, patting him gently on the shoulder, “Indeed.”
“A rider approaches!” A man calls out from the edge of the clearing and Teal’c is on his feet, automatically drawing his sword, ordering Walter to remain where he is. He runs across the clearing, catching sight of a white horse, but failing to get a good look at its rider.
He frowns when he finally identifies the rider, moving to catch the reins as the man draws the horse to a halt. “Water!” Teal’c calls, glaring at the man as he dismounts.
“Thank you.” Daniel smiles at him, ignoring his dark expression.
“For the horse.” Teal’c corrects coldly, watching as Daniel empties the contents of a sack onto the ground, picking up one of the loaves of bread before moving off, further into the camp. “How can I protect you when I know not where you go?” He demands, receiving a glare from Daniel.
“You hardly lift a finger when you do know!” The Christian replies coolly.
“I prefer to have the choice.” Teal’c growls in reply.
“Great!” Cam appears from the trees, gesturing angrily at the horse as he steps in front of Daniel, “You’ve stolen the sheriff’s horse.”
Daniel neatly sidesteps him, ignoring the comment.
“You’re stirred up a bloody hornets’ nest now you have.” Jack comments, rounding a tree as Daniel climbs over the trunk of the huge fallen tree that almost divides the camp in half.
“Are you scared Jack?” Daniel asks, carrying on his way, seeming to expect the others to follow.
“Yeah a little.” Jack allows, frowning at Daniel’s back.
“Well, so is the sheriff, I gave him a string today that he won’t soon forget.” Daniel replies.
“You fool! You’ve started a war!” Cam yells, eyes accusing.
“We’re already in a war.” Daniel answers blithely, leaning over to hand Walter the loaf of bread he’s carrying, “Here Walter, bread.” He straightens quickly, turning to face the men who have gathered, hearing the argument, “I say we strike back at the very man who takes our homes and hunts our children.”
“We? You planning on joining us then, mate?” Jack asks, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised.
“No.” Daniel replies, expression serious, “I plan on leading you.” He turns quickly walking away from the stunned woodsmen, towards Teal’c and the horses.
“Christian these are simple people, not warriors. Be careful that you do not do this for your own purposes!” Teal’c warns, not making any effort to lower his voice. None of the woodsmen will blame him for his honesty.
“You forget yourself Teal’c. I do not ask for your company or your council.” Daniel answers, patting Teal’c on the chest to take the edge off his words before continuing on his way, out of the camp.
Teal’c watches him go silently, frowning. The Christian thinks he knows what he is doing, what he has done. Teal’c is not so sure.
--
Teal’c climbs up onto the fallen tree silently, settling himself next to Daniel without a word.
“Are you mad at me my friend?” Daniel questions softly, watching a squirrel climb one of the trees in front of them.
“I am, disappointed sadiq.” Teal’c replies, following the other man’s gaze.
Daniel nods slowly, “I understand, but you will see my friend, it will all work out for the best.”
Teal’c sighs. “Perhaps.”
Teal’c frowns, catching sight of a large group moving through the forest. “Sadiq, look.” He nods at the trees and Daniel looks up, his expression turning grim as he spots the same thing as Teal’c.
As the crowd draws closer, Daniel pulls his bow from his back and starts to polish it, unwilling to move. Teal’c touches his shoulder for a moment before lowering his hand and watching silently as the woodsmen run out to meet the ragtag group of men, women and children, voices overlapping as their loved ones explain what has happened.
As they watch Cam speaks to one of the men for a moment before pointing at Daniel, expression cold, “There.”
The man meets Daniel gaze as he walks forward, stopping a few feet away and picking up a young boy, obviously his son. “Look at what they did.” He turns the boy’s bloody face from side to side, letting Daniel see the full extent of the boy’s injuries.
Daniel flinches slightly, his hand stopping its motion. Teal’c glances at him, watching him for a long moment before speaking. “If it is fame you seek Christian, I think you have it.” He comments wryly before jumping down and moving off to the edge of the group, out of the way.
“You brought this misery upon us Loxsley.” Cam accuses, stepping forward as the other men form a semi-circle behind him, all watching Daniel.
“This is Nottingham, trying to divide us.” Daniel corrects calmly.
“We are divided rich boy! I am not as blind as that blind man over there!” Cam points towards Walter’s shelter, eyes blazing, “You’re still trying to be the lord of the manor. I heard today that the Sheriff values your neck at five hundred gold pieces. I shall we take him in!” Cam turns to the men around him, seeking an answer.
“Cam, do you think the Sheriff will give everything back when I’m gone?” Daniel asks gently, still eerily calm.
“They’ll give us the reward and our pardons.” Cam answers with such certainty that Teal’c pities him. His anger has made him just as blind as Walter.
“Wrong. He’ll stretch your necks, one by one.” Daniel corrects expression grim. He finds the idea as repugnant as Teal’c, yet his actions have taken these men one step closer to that fate.
Cam sighs, clearly frustrated as he turns back to Daniel, “Well what would you have us do? Fight men on horseback with rocks and our bare hands?” He challenges.
“If need be.” Daniel answers without pause, jumping down to face the younger man, “But with one weapon that escapes you Cam. Courage.”
Daniel turns away, walking towards the horses and as his back turns Cam draws a knife, preparing to throw it.
“Watch out!” Charlie yells a warning and Daniel swiftly turns, drawing, notching and firing an arrow with barely a thought, taking Cam through the hand before he can release the knife, which falls uselessly to the forest floor. Cam grabs his hand, holding it protectively against his chest, glaring at Daniel for a long moment before turning and running away, out into the forest. Daniel watches him go, before walking back to the tree, ruffling Charlie’s hair fondly as he passes.
“Thank you Charlie.” Daniel climbs quickly back onto the tree trunk, standing in full sight of all those in the camp “You want to end this? You wish to go home? Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves! And face that the price worth may be dear, but I for one would rather die and spend my life with hiding. The Sheriff calls us outlaws, but I say we are free! And one free man defending his home is more powerful then ten hired soldiers. The Crusades taught me that.” He points at Teal’c as he speaks, meeting his gaze for a moment before turning back to his gathering audience. “I will make you no promises, save one; that if you truly believe in your hearts that you're free then I say we can win!” He finishes, eyes sparkling with a passion Teal’c knows can not be touched by any one. When the Christian truly believes in something, truly believes that he is right, there is nothing that will sway him.
“But they got armour!” Bull argues and Daniel smiles, he expected that question.
“They’ve got armour, so?” Daniel quirks an eyebrow, before pointing at Charlie, “Even this boy can be shown how to find the chinks in every suit of armour.”
“But we ain’t got anything to eat!” Another man argues.
“What do we need that the forest can not provide? We have food, wood for weapons and we’ll find shelter in the trees.” Daniel’s smile widens as he continues, already having thought of almost every question that they could ask.
“Yeah, but what about our kin? The sheriff has taken everything they’ve got too!” The man demands and Daniel’s smile turns feral, a look Teal’c knows all too well.
“Then by God, we’ll take it back!”
Author: Weaselett
Movie Adapted: Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves
Genre: Action/Adventure, Drama
Characters/Pairings: Teal’c, Daniel, Cameron, Sam, Jack - plus numerous others
Both slash and het pairings featured.
Rating: 15
Word Count: 5, 419
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: No copyright infringement intended; fair use only. Not created for profit.
Author’s Notes: Written for reel_sg1
This is written in a slightly different style than I normally use so….go easy on me. It’s very close to the movie in places, very different in others.
Beta’d by charlies_dragon
Many thanks go to my RE lessons (if anything’s wrong, blame my memory) and my Da who kindly spent two hours discussing the travel routes taken by the people involved in the Crusades.
Previous Parts:
Part One, Part Two
Part Three
“Have we lost them?”
Teal’c reins his horse in as they reach the brow of the hill, turning to look back at the approaching horsemen, while Daniel snapped the arrow that had taken his mount in right rump. “No and I fear we can not outrun them. Your horse is lame and mine carries two.”
Daniel sighs, throwing the arrow fragment away, shaking his head as he watches the horsemen approach.
“Leave me Master Daniel. I only slow your escape.” Walter pleads from his position behind Teal’c.
“No.” Daniel answers firmly even as Teal’c tightens his grip on Walter’s arm, not risking the man taking matters into his own hands. Daniel searches the surrounding landscape for somewhere to hide, his horse shifting warily, sensing its riders emotions, “We can lose them in the forest.” Daniel points to their right, glancing askance at Teal’c who inclines his head in agreement. It is the only choice.
“Sherwood Forest is haunted Master.” Walter argues, shaking faintly, obviously scared by the thought of going into the woods. Teal’c pats his arm reassuringly, spurring his horse around as Daniel leads the way across the open ground toward the dense forest.
“I’m sorry Walter, but we either take our chances with the ghosts or become ghosts ourselves.”
They ride swiftly into the forest, only stopping when they find an especially dense patch of trees that will hide them from view, listening for the sound of pursuit.
After a moment they hear voices from the edge of the forest, followed by a very familiar angry growl.
“Daniel of the Hood! Son of a devil worshipper!! Your father died a coward, cursing your name and squealing like a stuck pig!”
Teal’c places a warning hand on Daniel’s arm, shaking his head as the other man shifts his weight, eyes clouded by fury. “You’ll bring no justice to your father dying today Christian.”
Daniel grits his teeth before nodding, his gaze remaining fixed on the shadows moving at the edge of the woods until Teal’c tightens his grip, dark eyes intense.
“We should continue on our way Christian, lest they change their minds and follow us.”
Daniel hesitates for a moment before he nods with a sigh, spurring his horse forward, following Teal’c horse further into the greenery.
--
Walter stiffens against Teal’c’s back as soft whistling echoes in the forest. “Master Daniel?” He pleads fearfully as Teal’c squeezes his arm gently, drawing his sword with his other hand.
Daniel frowns, searching the trees around them before he smiles, pointing up at one of the nearby trees with a collection of weighted strings hanging from one of its branches. “There are your ghosts Walter: wind chimes. A child’s toy put to good use.” Daniel throws Teal’c a fond look as he continues to watch trees, sword raised, prepared for an attack that is not forthcoming. “You scare easily my Moorish friend.”
Teal’c frowns at him for a moment before sheaving his sword once more, “This forest has eyes; I swear it.” He casts a last glare at the trees before he coaxes his horse into following Daniel’s as he leads them on, towards the sound of running water.
--
Daniel leads his horse easily out of the tree cover onto the bank of the river, eyeing it warily as Teal’c follows him into the sun.
“In my dreams alone I have imagined such a place.” Teal’c stares, enchanted by the wide river in front of them, taking in the numerous waterfalls and the shear expanse of water. It is like nothing in his homeland. Nor did he see anything that could even begin to compare to it during their travels.
Daniel frowns at him before swinging himself neatly down from his saddle and walking his horse over to a nearby tree. “Perhaps you can imagine a way to cross it.”
Teal’c smiles faintly shrugging, “I have very little knowledge of such things Christian, so I fear I can not help you.”
Daniel sighs, glaring at him for a moment before making his way down to the water’s edge, carefully examining the many rocks apparent in the water course.
“Be careful Master Daniel.” Walter cautions from his position behind Teal’c, blind face turned in Daniel’s direction.
“Don’t worry Walter, I will be.” Daniel answers before stepping warily out onto the first of the big rocks, using his sword to feel the way in front of him carefully and he smiles faintly as the rock stays steady. After a moment’s hesitation, he takes the next few stones in quick secession, only to slip on the last and land in the water. He gasps, floundering for a moment before he finds his footing and stands, the water barely reaching his knees. He looks up at Teal’c smiling. “There is hope!”
Teal’c remains silent as a moment later a rope emerges from the water, tripping Daniel up and making him drop his sword into the water.
“There was a rich man from Nottingham, who tried to cross the river. What a dope, he tripped on a rope! Now look at him shiver!” A man’s voice sings out mockingly from the other bank as Daniel pulls himself to his feet, fingering the rope casually with one hand.
Teal’c dismounts quickly, guiding Walter gently to the ground before moving to help his friend, only to find the way blocked and himself surrounded. Teal’c scowls at the large man in front of him for a moment before he turns and walks back to Walter, placing a supportive hand on the man’s elbow.
“Beg for mercy rich boy!” The voice demands as Daniel turns, taking in Teal’c and Walter’s captures with a frown before turning to face the direction the voice seems to be coming from.
“I beg of no man.” Daniel replies coolly, shoulders stiff.
“Well this here is our river, and any man that wishes to cross it must pay a tax.” The voice answers, the owner’s delight clear.
“I’ll pay no tax.” Daniel answers before spreading his empty hands meaningfully, “And as you can see, I have nothing. Not even my sword.” He adds ruefully.
Teal’c watches silently as a tall, lean man steps out of the trees on the other bank, twirling a staff idly, sharp gaze flicking to Teal’c and Walter for a moment before focusing on Daniel. “Any man who travels with two servants and claims he has no bloody money, is either a fool or a liar.”
Daniel frowns, “Who are you?” He tries to look casual as he straightens, giving up any thoughts he may have had about recovering his lost blade.
The man smiles, “Jack Little, best man of the woods!” He announces, to the approval of the men gathering around them.
“Well best man, you lead this rabble?” Daniel questions, raising an eyebrow.
“Yes I do mate.” Jack Little smiles coolly at Daniel, eyes dancing, “And if you tosspots want to travel through Sherwood Forest, it’ll cost you that gold medallion.” He points easily at the cross hanging around Daniel’s neck, leaning on his staff idly.
Daniel automatically fingers his father’s cross, “This is sacred to me.”
Jack laughs, “It’s bloody scared to us too mate. That there medallion will feed us for a bloody month!”
Daniel stiffens, his lips thinning slightly, but he manages to keep his head, a fact that Teal’c is very thankful for. “You’ll have to fight me for it.”
Jack grins, throwing Daniel the staff before catching the second staff that’s tossed his way by one of the other men. “Love to mate.”
The boy Daniel had saved from Gisburn’s men runs out to Jack, taking the man’s heavy outer jacket. “Be careful father, he bested twelve of the sheriff’s men.”
Jack raises an eyebrow, “Is that so?” The boy nods earnestly, “Then I reckon I’m going to enjoy this.” He smirks, twirling his staff, as he steps forward.
“That’s your father?” Daniel’s disbelieving question carries to Teal’c’s ears across the expanse of water as the boy grins, nodding.
A moment later Teal’c finds himself being pushing along, further down the bank as Jack and Daniel move into position. Daniel turns his back on Jack for a moment, seeking out Teal’c’s gaze, eyes wide, asking him for advice, something to make this fight easier for him. Teal’c smiles, shrugging idly before waving a hand towards the woodsman. The Christian had, after all, challenged the man.
Teal’c watches silently as the pair fight, Daniel failing to gain the upper hand and is thrown down one of the water falls, landing heavily in the water. Teal’c sighs. For all his bluster, the Christian often fails to fight as well as he can because he rarely wishes to injure his opponents.
Teal’c follows without a word as the group of woodsmen around himself and Walter moves again, following the progress of the fight. He reaches out to guide Walter over a damp spot before looking up at Daniel once more, as the same voice that jeered at them earlier rings out from the far bank.
“He’s drowning!”
Teal’c frowns as the big woodsman dangles his prize in front of Daniel’s face as he floats in the water and Daniel lunges for it, much to the amusement of the men watching. Jack pulls it away before leaning over and making some comment that Teal’c can’t hear.
Daniel lies back on the stones and watches silently as the man walks off and Teal’c can’t help but sigh, crossing his arms over his chest. This will not do.
“Looks like the little rich boy is lost for words!” The jeering man yells, finally emerging from the trees.
Daniel turns, meeting Teal’c’s gaze once more. “Any great ideas?”
Teal’c nods grimly, “Get up and move faster.” He orders, motioning at the retreating woodsman, who has the stolen cross around his neck.
Daniel groans, glaring at Teal’c for a moment before he pulls himself to his feet, muttering something under his breath before he grabs the staff that’s still floating in the water beside him and takes off at a run towards Jack.
Teal’c smiles, nodding sharply in approval before hurrying on down the bank, leading Walter by the elbow.
“The young master isn’t doing very well is he Teal’c?” Walter’s voice is soft.
Teal’c smiles, “No, he is not.”
One of the woodsman yells out a warning, just as Daniel strikes out at Jack, knocking him down with a feral grin. “We’re not finished yet.”
“Alright then matey.” Jack recovers, grinning, “you want another good whacking, you can have one.”
Daniel lands more blows this time, managing to knock Jack down once more and step past him, grinning triumphantly down at him, “Looks like I made it past the gate, Jack Little.” Daniel glances up, meeting Teal’c’s gaze smirking even as Teal’c looks on impassively, he knows exactly where this fight is going. Daniel looks away and kicks Jack as he attempts to rise, voice taking on a mocking tone, “Or should I call you Little Jack?”
The woodsman growls as his men urge him on, his young son bouncing excitedly, “Wallop him one father!”
Jack pulls himself upright before turning and returning Daniel’s attacks with a furiously that the smaller man has little chance of beating, finally landing a blow that knocks Daniel off his feet. Daniel staggers unsteadily back to his feet, touching his fingers to the blood from his nose before launching a fresh attack on the woodsman.
Teal’c sighs, finally giving in to the urge to roll his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest once more.
“Swimming time again, old chump.” Jack snarls before neatly taking Daniel’s feet out from under him and allowing the current to carry Daniel over the next waterfall. The woodsmen cheer as their leader jumps down onto a rock, searching the water for Daniel.
Teal’c stiffens, dark eyes scanning the water for a moment before he smiles faintly, relaxing. Perhaps, the Christian’s new plan will be more effective.
“Where is he? Do you see him?” The boy’s voice rings out from the other bank as his father frowns at the empty water around him before turning, shaking his head.
“It’s a blooming shame. He was a brave lad.” He shrugs, before he lowers his head, examining his winnings or so Teal’c thinks, not that it matters.
Teal’c smiles as a staff emerges from the water, slamming up between the woodsman’s legs and levering him backwards, into the water. Daniel’s head appears a moment later as he grabs Jack’s shirt, just as the man starts screaming for help.
“Do you yield?” Daniel demands, before ducking the man’s head under for a moment and then dragging him back up roughly. “Do you yield?”
“I can’t bloody swim!” The man panics and Daniel pushing his head under again.
“Do you yield?”
“Yes!” The terrified man folds, and Daniel smiles, loosening his hold on the man’s clothes.
“Good, now put your feet down.”
Teal’c smiles, watching as the man stands, laughing when he realises just how shallow the water is before slapping the grinning Daniel on the shoulder. “Tell me your name.”
“Daniel of Loxsley. My medallion?”
The man laughs again, nodding before drawing the chain over his own head and putting it back in its rightful position, around Daniel’s neck. “You’ve got balls of solid rock Daniel of Loxsley, I’ll give you that.”
--
Teal’c stared into the firelight, enjoying the warmth and the open friendliness of their new friends. He had not expected to be included quite so much, not in this strange land in which he is seen as an infidel and a servant.
“That there’s Much, the Miller’s son, David Dixon and Louis of Doncaster, through the men all call him Bull.” Jack continues his introductions from his position, perched on one of the lower broths of a nearby tree.
Daniel smiles, raising an eyebrow at the man introduced as Louis of Doncaster, “Because you’re so short?”
The man grins, standing, “No, it’s because I’m so long!” He makes a suggestive motion with his hands and Teal’c lowers his gaze silently, guessing what is to come next. He sees Daniel wince out of the corner of his eyes, raising a hand over his eyes.
“No Bull, save it, save it for the ladies.”
The men all laugh, a few of them patting the one called Bull on the shoulder, grinning.
Teal’c looks up exchanging a wry grin with Daniel who quickly ducks his head once more, poking at the fire with a stick idly.
“Give the man some mead!” Jack commands, grinning down at them as Daniel takes the offered bottle from Walter and takes a long drink, wincing slightly as he lowers it and passes it to the man next to him. “I made that myself.” Jack adds proudly, his grin widening slightly as he leans back against the tree trunk.
“It’s good.” Daniel offers, smiling up at their host, who nods contentedly in return. Daniel watches, frowning as the mead bypasses Teal’c. “Has English hospitality changed so much in six years that a friend of mine is not welcome at this table?”
Most of the men shift awkwardly, exchanging anxious glances. “But sire, he’s a savage!”
Daniel smiles, nodding, poking the fire again, drawing out the moment, “That he is, but no more than you or I.” He stops for a moment pursing his lips. “And don’t call me sire.” He adds.
Teal’c watches Daniel carefully for a moment, before shaking his head, giving the man next to him a sympathetic look. “With regret I must decline.” He looks up to their host, “Allah forbids it.” It explains, nodding to the woodsman respectfully.
Jack shrugs easily, smiling at him, “Your bloody loss mate.”
“I am curious, why is it there are so many of you in hiding?” Daniel asks after a moment and it is the very same question that Teal’c himself would have asked, were he not such an outsider.
“We’re all outlaws, all with prices on our heads, even my young lad.” Jack nods at the boy, Charlie who has found himself a seat in another of the nearby trees. “It’s the blasted sheriff; he says we owe him taxes.” The men all laugh, their opinion of the sheriff and his taxes clear.
Daniel nods his understanding, throwing a few scraps of wood into the fire. “Well, your ghosts will only keep the sheriff’s men at bay for so long.” He points out amicably.
“They’ve worked so far.” The man who mocked Daniel earlier speaks up from behind them and they all turn automatically, “Do you have a better idea?” He demands, blue eyes cold as he glares at Daniel.
“You can always fight back.” Daniel offers quietly, fixing his gaze on the fire, knowing how these men will react, just as well as Teal’c. They are nothing but simple men, forced from their homes by evil.
“I reckon I must have cracked that noble head of yours.” Jack comments dryly from his position in the trees. “These here are all good lads, they’ve got hearts and hope, but they’re farmers. It’d be like lambs to the slaughter.”
Daniel nods reluctantly as one of the men speaks up, “They say the sheriff was raised by a witch.”
Teal’c raises an eyebrow, “A witch?”
“She knows everyone’s thoughts, you can see right through her and she flies.” Charlie provides, obviously delighted by the idea.
“That’s a load of cod’s wallop Charlie.” Jack interrupts, throwing a warning glare at his son, who pouts but remains silent. Teal’c watches sympathetically, reminded of his own son, so far beyond his reach.
“What does a rich son of a devil worshipper care about a bunch of outlaw peasants?” The man takes advantage of the silence to challenge Daniel again, expression stormy.
“My lord was a kind and generous man! Who amongst you dares believe…” Walter surges to his feet, turning his face towards the man, only to be halted by Daniel, a gentle hand on his elbow, guiding him back to the ground.
“My father was no devil worshipper, And I'll have words with any man who says otherwise.” Daniel addresses all of the men, eyes shadowed, “But he's right. I was a rich man's son. When I killed the sheriffs men, I became an outlaw like you.”
“You are nothing like us!” The man fumes before storming off into the woods, leaving an awkward silence in his wake.
“That’s Cam Scarlet.” Jack explains softly, watching the man’s disappearing back for a moment before looking down and meeting Daniel’s gaze, “Take no notice of him, he’s full of piss and wind.” He smiles after a moment, “Come now lads, drink up. Don’t talk about so much bloody rubbish. This here is the best that we simple men can expect. Here we are safe. Here we are kings!”
The men cheer, laughing along with their leader as Teal’c throws Daniel a warning look. He knows the young Christian too well. This will not be the end of it.
--
Teal’c watches silently as Daniel leads Walter away from the fire, supporting the drunken man gently as he guides him towards one of the empty shelters Jack had pointed out to them earlier. He considers following, for a moment, before he decides against it, turning instead to walk into the woods, needing to get out of the tense atmosphere of the camp. He is still too strange, too different for them to understand, to accept. Daniel has had longer than they have, and he has a reason to trust Teal’c that none of them do.
He walks slowly through the woods, back to the river that they found earlier, wanting to see that beautiful sight once more. Every time he discovers a downside to this country he finds something else so beautiful, so enchanting that he can’t help but understand Daniel’s love for his homeland. Perhaps, after all of this is done, when he is no longer held in this place by an oath, he will stay.
He strips himself of his robes when he reaches the river, before lowering himself into one of the shallower pools, cleaning himself carefully before climbing out once more and pulling his robes back on before laying out his prayer mat carefully. He kneels carefully, facing East just as he was taught, so many years ago and begins his prayers.
He hears Daniel approaching just as he reaches the end of his prayers, but he doesn’t react to him. Daniel knows not to interrupt; he will wait until Teal’c is done.
Teal’c stands gracefully, rolling up his prayer mat carefully before replacing it in its carrier, which he places carefully on the ground alongside his sword. He turns slowly to face Daniel, who crosses the short distance left between them, watching Teal’c’s expression carefully.
“Where do you intend to sleep tonight my friend?”
“I have not yet decided.”
Daniel sighs, ducking his head for a moment, “You will not sleep in the camp.”
Teal’c smiles gently, reaching up to touch the Christian’s arm gently, “You know as well as I do that they fear me and I can not sleep in such an environment.”
Daniel nods, meeting Teal’c gaze, “Will you let me stay with you? For a time.”
Teal’c laughs softly, raising his hand to touch Daniel’s face gently, “I would welcome your presence sadiq, if even for a short time.”
“Good.” Daniel smiles, moving forward and claming Teal’c lips gently.
--
Teal’c walks back into the camp long after the sun has risen, knowing from his experiences during his travels what the drink that the Christians enjoy so much can do to a men, should he drink too much. He has observed his first two prayer times of the day and yet many of the men are only just waking, staggering groaning from their shelters into the light.
He neatly sidesteps several puddles of questionable nature before he reaches the shelter he knows Daniel shared with Walter the night before, frowning when he finds it occupied solely by a barely aware Walter. He kneels by the man’s side, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “It is I Teal’c, have no fear.”
Walter turns his head towards Teal’c’s voice, smiling softly, “Teal’c, you are well?”
Teal’c smiles inclining his head, “I am my friend, now let us move you into the sun.”
Walter nods, holding out a hand to Teal’c and allowing himself to be guided out of the shelter and across the clearing to a tree, which Teal’c settles him beneath gently. “Tell me, where is Master Daniel?”
Walter shakes his head slowly, “I am sorry my Moorish friend, he did not tell me where he was going. All I know is that he left the camp, some time ago now.”
Teal’c growls softly, mentally cursing the head strong young Christian, what was the man planning, if he had anything planned at all. “I thank you for your honestly my friend.”
Walter smiles, patting Teal’c gently on the arm. “He will be back soon.”
“Indeed.” Teal’c agrees, hiding his doubts as he stands, looking around the camp, admiring the resilience of these simple men.
“You did not overnight with us.” Jack comments as he approaches them, carrying his staff easily.
“I did not.” Teal’c agrees.
Jack nods, watching his men for a moment before meeting Teal’c gaze, “I have little issue with you, Daniel trusts you and you have shown no sign of being our enemy, but I can understand why you would choose to stay apart from us. For what it’s worth, I can promise you that none of them will ever try to hurt you.”
Teal’c inclines his head, smiling faintly, “I thank you for that.”
Jack nods, watching Teal’c for a moment longer, “Aye, well I’ve got things to be doing.”
Teal’c watches him as he walks away before crouching down next to Walter. “Is there anything I can get you my friend?”
Walter shakes his head, “No, I fear I drank more Mead last night then I should have.”
Teal’c smiles, patting him gently on the shoulder, “Indeed.”
“A rider approaches!” A man calls out from the edge of the clearing and Teal’c is on his feet, automatically drawing his sword, ordering Walter to remain where he is. He runs across the clearing, catching sight of a white horse, but failing to get a good look at its rider.
He frowns when he finally identifies the rider, moving to catch the reins as the man draws the horse to a halt. “Water!” Teal’c calls, glaring at the man as he dismounts.
“Thank you.” Daniel smiles at him, ignoring his dark expression.
“For the horse.” Teal’c corrects coldly, watching as Daniel empties the contents of a sack onto the ground, picking up one of the loaves of bread before moving off, further into the camp. “How can I protect you when I know not where you go?” He demands, receiving a glare from Daniel.
“You hardly lift a finger when you do know!” The Christian replies coolly.
“I prefer to have the choice.” Teal’c growls in reply.
“Great!” Cam appears from the trees, gesturing angrily at the horse as he steps in front of Daniel, “You’ve stolen the sheriff’s horse.”
Daniel neatly sidesteps him, ignoring the comment.
“You’re stirred up a bloody hornets’ nest now you have.” Jack comments, rounding a tree as Daniel climbs over the trunk of the huge fallen tree that almost divides the camp in half.
“Are you scared Jack?” Daniel asks, carrying on his way, seeming to expect the others to follow.
“Yeah a little.” Jack allows, frowning at Daniel’s back.
“Well, so is the sheriff, I gave him a string today that he won’t soon forget.” Daniel replies.
“You fool! You’ve started a war!” Cam yells, eyes accusing.
“We’re already in a war.” Daniel answers blithely, leaning over to hand Walter the loaf of bread he’s carrying, “Here Walter, bread.” He straightens quickly, turning to face the men who have gathered, hearing the argument, “I say we strike back at the very man who takes our homes and hunts our children.”
“We? You planning on joining us then, mate?” Jack asks, arms crossed over his chest, eyebrows raised.
“No.” Daniel replies, expression serious, “I plan on leading you.” He turns quickly walking away from the stunned woodsmen, towards Teal’c and the horses.
“Christian these are simple people, not warriors. Be careful that you do not do this for your own purposes!” Teal’c warns, not making any effort to lower his voice. None of the woodsmen will blame him for his honesty.
“You forget yourself Teal’c. I do not ask for your company or your council.” Daniel answers, patting Teal’c on the chest to take the edge off his words before continuing on his way, out of the camp.
Teal’c watches him go silently, frowning. The Christian thinks he knows what he is doing, what he has done. Teal’c is not so sure.
--
Teal’c climbs up onto the fallen tree silently, settling himself next to Daniel without a word.
“Are you mad at me my friend?” Daniel questions softly, watching a squirrel climb one of the trees in front of them.
“I am, disappointed sadiq.” Teal’c replies, following the other man’s gaze.
Daniel nods slowly, “I understand, but you will see my friend, it will all work out for the best.”
Teal’c sighs. “Perhaps.”
Teal’c frowns, catching sight of a large group moving through the forest. “Sadiq, look.” He nods at the trees and Daniel looks up, his expression turning grim as he spots the same thing as Teal’c.
As the crowd draws closer, Daniel pulls his bow from his back and starts to polish it, unwilling to move. Teal’c touches his shoulder for a moment before lowering his hand and watching silently as the woodsmen run out to meet the ragtag group of men, women and children, voices overlapping as their loved ones explain what has happened.
As they watch Cam speaks to one of the men for a moment before pointing at Daniel, expression cold, “There.”
The man meets Daniel gaze as he walks forward, stopping a few feet away and picking up a young boy, obviously his son. “Look at what they did.” He turns the boy’s bloody face from side to side, letting Daniel see the full extent of the boy’s injuries.
Daniel flinches slightly, his hand stopping its motion. Teal’c glances at him, watching him for a long moment before speaking. “If it is fame you seek Christian, I think you have it.” He comments wryly before jumping down and moving off to the edge of the group, out of the way.
“You brought this misery upon us Loxsley.” Cam accuses, stepping forward as the other men form a semi-circle behind him, all watching Daniel.
“This is Nottingham, trying to divide us.” Daniel corrects calmly.
“We are divided rich boy! I am not as blind as that blind man over there!” Cam points towards Walter’s shelter, eyes blazing, “You’re still trying to be the lord of the manor. I heard today that the Sheriff values your neck at five hundred gold pieces. I shall we take him in!” Cam turns to the men around him, seeking an answer.
“Cam, do you think the Sheriff will give everything back when I’m gone?” Daniel asks gently, still eerily calm.
“They’ll give us the reward and our pardons.” Cam answers with such certainty that Teal’c pities him. His anger has made him just as blind as Walter.
“Wrong. He’ll stretch your necks, one by one.” Daniel corrects expression grim. He finds the idea as repugnant as Teal’c, yet his actions have taken these men one step closer to that fate.
Cam sighs, clearly frustrated as he turns back to Daniel, “Well what would you have us do? Fight men on horseback with rocks and our bare hands?” He challenges.
“If need be.” Daniel answers without pause, jumping down to face the younger man, “But with one weapon that escapes you Cam. Courage.”
Daniel turns away, walking towards the horses and as his back turns Cam draws a knife, preparing to throw it.
“Watch out!” Charlie yells a warning and Daniel swiftly turns, drawing, notching and firing an arrow with barely a thought, taking Cam through the hand before he can release the knife, which falls uselessly to the forest floor. Cam grabs his hand, holding it protectively against his chest, glaring at Daniel for a long moment before turning and running away, out into the forest. Daniel watches him go, before walking back to the tree, ruffling Charlie’s hair fondly as he passes.
“Thank you Charlie.” Daniel climbs quickly back onto the tree trunk, standing in full sight of all those in the camp “You want to end this? You wish to go home? Then we must stop fighting amongst ourselves! And face that the price worth may be dear, but I for one would rather die and spend my life with hiding. The Sheriff calls us outlaws, but I say we are free! And one free man defending his home is more powerful then ten hired soldiers. The Crusades taught me that.” He points at Teal’c as he speaks, meeting his gaze for a moment before turning back to his gathering audience. “I will make you no promises, save one; that if you truly believe in your hearts that you're free then I say we can win!” He finishes, eyes sparkling with a passion Teal’c knows can not be touched by any one. When the Christian truly believes in something, truly believes that he is right, there is nothing that will sway him.
“But they got armour!” Bull argues and Daniel smiles, he expected that question.
“They’ve got armour, so?” Daniel quirks an eyebrow, before pointing at Charlie, “Even this boy can be shown how to find the chinks in every suit of armour.”
“But we ain’t got anything to eat!” Another man argues.
“What do we need that the forest can not provide? We have food, wood for weapons and we’ll find shelter in the trees.” Daniel’s smile widens as he continues, already having thought of almost every question that they could ask.
“Yeah, but what about our kin? The sheriff has taken everything they’ve got too!” The man demands and Daniel’s smile turns feral, a look Teal’c knows all too well.
“Then by God, we’ll take it back!”