The gang walked in Sherwood Forest, making their way inside the camp. Tuck was saved, but Robin was to have a few words for him.

"You disobeyed me," he said, stopping to turn to Tuck.

"I had no choice," he responded.

"Tuck, we never act alone!" Robin shouted.

"I had to find out what hold the Sheriff had over the abbot," Tuck said, raising his voice.

Robin glanced at John, he of which looked like a madman. "And did you?" said Robin.

"Oh, yes," Tuck said with a nod of his head. "Yes, I did."

"Well?" Robin waited for answer.

"The abbot has translated the bible into English," Tuck explained.

Everyone stayed silent for a few moments. "The bible?" asked Much. "In English?" It was unbelievable.

"Yeah," Tuck said with a little nod.

"Oh, hang on, hang on," Much said, still trying to process everything. "A Holy Bible... in English?"

"That's right, yeah," nodded Tuck with a smile.

"Adam and Eve, the flood, Moses, in English?" asked Much once more.

"You catch on fast, don't you?" chuckled Tuck, patting Much on the shoulder.

Much continued. "Loaves and fishes, crucifixion, resurrection, the final judgement all in English?"

"Much!" yelled John, and Much shut up.

"Is that even allowed?" asked Allan.

"No! It's blasphemy!" shouted John angrily.

"No, John, no," said Tuck, going to John. "It's progress. It's taken him ten years, and it can enlighten a nation."

John scoffed and walked away.

"Tuck. Here," said Robin, giving him a thing of water.

"Thank you. Thank you," he said, and jugged it.

"We have to get the abbot to reverse his edict against us," said Robin.

"There's a special service tomorrow morning," explained Tuck.

"St. Barnabas' day," breathed Much. "Everyone will be there."

"Including the Sheriff and his men," Tuck said.

"Oi, don't forget about the lady," said Allan with a grin, and John smacked him in the back of the head. "Ow! Anyways, we have to find that Bible, right?"

"Allan, go with Tuck," commanded Robin with a hand to his chin.

"Right," said Allan grimly, eyeing Tuck.

"He's the only man who knows what to look for, and you know the castle better than anyone. When you find the bible, you bring it to us," ordered Robin.

"Where?"

"The abbey, Allan," Robin said. "If the Sheriff is using the bible to make the abbot lie," Robin grinned, "it's what we'll use to make him tell the truth."

*****

"Requiem aeternam dona eis, domine, et lux perpetua," prayed the abbot in the Latin tongue in the service room of Kirkless abbey.

"Keep digging!" said a voice from outside, along with scraping noises.

Frowning, the abbot looked to the side. He stood to exit the abbey, bringing a torch light with him. He stood at he balcony, listening for the sound.

"Keeps digging! Faster!" It was a guard.

"Oh, God. Dear Lord, no," mumbled the abbot to himself.

The guards were digging a giant hole in the grave sites... actual graves... and putting in the skeletons of dead people. It was gruesome, an the abbot would have none of it.

"Stop this horror at once!" he commanded. He walked inside and marched straight to the Sheriff, he of which was sitting on his chair. "They're digging up graves now!"

"Told you it was tremendous," the Sheriff said plainly. "Hmm?" He took a sip of his drink and put it down on the table. "Holy relics. Something they can touch and feel and smell."

"Holy relics?" asked the abbot confused, and the Sheriff put up a finger.

"Listen."

Just then, they heard a scream from outside. Linda came storming inside, a look of horror on her face. "In the name of God, what is going in out there?!" she yelled.

"The bones of St. Luke, hmm? You like it?" teased her father.

"No! It's horrid!" she exclaimed.

"Hold on, or more specifically, the hand of the great healer, St. Luke," corrected Vaisey. "Kept for safety at Kirklees abbey. The precious treasure Hood was after." Vaisey exhaled and shot out from his chair. "The first body we exhumed was no good. Funny, really, you'll both like this."

"Or hate it."

"In life, he was a thief, had both his hands chopped off at my orders," Sheriff Vaisey laughed.

"Yup, hated it," sighed Linda, her hand rubbing he temples.

"This is heinous," clarified abbot.

"Mm." Vaisey nodded. "I know. But there is a kind of poetic irony about it, I think."

"No more," abbot ordered. "I will no longer be your whipping boy." He turned to walk away.

"Abbot," called Vaisey. Abbot turned, eyes widening when he saw that Vaisey had his book opened. He grabbed a piece of paper and held it up close to the fire.

"Please," begged the abbot.

"Tomorrow morning, you will preside..." Vaisey stuck the piece of paper in the fire.

"Father, stop!"

"Over the ceremony," Vaisey continued, watching as the paper caught flame.

"E nomine vater..." mumbled the abbot in Latin as he did the sign of the Holy Spirit on his chest.

"You will stand alone, nodding happily, with your mouth tightly shut, agreeing with everything that I say," said Vaisey, holding up the burning piece of paper. "Otherwise, the rest of your bible becomes toast!"

He had no choice now. With a wince, the abbot agreed.

*****

St. Barnabas' day, a day of celebration. The bells in Kirklees abbey chimed merrily, and the people swarmed inside. Robin, Much, and John waited and stayed out of sight in the outside halls of the church, watching everyone pass by. He saw Linda arrive, wearing her blue dress that swayed along with a pretty yellow flower crown, not her usual overgrown black shirt with black pants. She saw him and shot him a little wave, and he waved back.

Meanwhile, Tuck and Allan opened the doors to enter the Sheriff's quarters in Nottingham. They were dresses in velvet robes to conceal themselves, and they entered the room cautiously. Allan closed the door and went to Tuck's side.

"It'll be big," Tuck informed.

"Right," Allan breathed, and his eyes wandered the room. They started searching, until Allan picked up a messed up gray rag. "Ugh." He threw it down in disgust. He looked in a chest, nothing. He bent down to look under a table, but a goblet clattered onto the floor. He cursed and slowly got back up, trying to avoid Tuck's death glare.

"Allan!" whisper shouted Tuck, and Allan turned. Tuck pulled out the big book and stared at it wide eyes. He set it on a table, Allan going to his side. "This is it." He glanced at Allan. "The bible."

"We need to get a move on, Tuck," said Allan, and he went to the door to exit.

"Yeah," breathed Tuck.

But he didn't move on. Instead, he opened the book. It was truly magnificent, and Tuck's eyes widened with astonishment. He flipped through the pages, gawking.

"Tuck!" hissed Allan again.

Reluctantly, he closed the book and left the room. They walked through the halls and tried to make their escape.

"Wrong way," said Allan as they almost walked into a guard. But as soon as they turned around, he saw that they were surrounded. "Get the bible to Robin!" he cried and pushed Tuck away.

The first pikemen guard charged at Allan. He easily grabbed it and threw him aside, kicking the other guard behind him. Allan growled and drew his double swords, taking on one guard at a time. Or two, or three. Actually, it was about five or six. He did pretty good, to say the least. He defeated them and ran. But a pikemen was too much for him. He was able to make Allan defenseless. With the help another guard, Allan got shoved into a wall, sword on his chest.

"Lock down the castle!" ordered the commanding guard. "Search every room!"

Allan closed his eyes and sighed in defeat, hoping that Tuck would make it to Robin.

*****

The church was filled with various people, listening to the beautiful men's choir sing in Latin. Linda was placed by her father, he of which was sitting in a chair. Linda smiled at the abbot as he made his way to the podium. She bowed her head, making the sign of the Holy Spirit across her chest. Vaisey just stared at her. Little bells chimed, until the abbot made it to the podium and knelt. He closed his eyes and spoke a Latin prayer, Linda also closing her eyes. When the abbot finished, Vaisey rolled his eyes.

"Tedii, tedium, tedious. That's quite enough of that rubbish," said Vaisey. He stood from his chair and spread his hands out, looking to the peasants. "My children. I was once lost like you, wretched like you, wandering in the wilderness."

"And you still are," muttered Linda quietly under her breath.

If the Sheriff heard her insult, he didn't say anything. Instead, he continued. "And it was there in the desert, crawling on my hands and knees like a dried crab, that I was guided..." Vaisey snapped his fingers once and a church boy handed him something that looked like a birdhouse, "to a cave. And it was in that cave that I found this." He opened the box up and put his hand in. "The hand of the devine physician, St. Luke!"

Linda and the crowd gasped. In his hand was literally the hand of St. Luke (not really, but she had to at least think it was). Linda put a hand on the chair to steady herself. I'm going to be sick, she thought. Everyone else bowed and did the sigh of the Holy Spirit, fooled by Vaisey's plans. He put the hand down and rested it on top of his own hand.

"It was this hand that healed me," he said, walking through the path that the abbot entered through, "healed me of my pain. Guided me on the path to salvation, cleansed me of all my sins." He squeezed his eyes shut and kissed the hand.

"For you to just sin more," muttered Linda once more.

"And it was this holy artifact that Robin Hood and his gang of men tried so flagrantly to steal not once but twice!" He went back up the podium. Raising the artifact, he turned around to the people. "That is why Robin Hood and his gang attached he brothers of Kirklees. That is why Hood sent in his thug, Tuck, to break into the abbey. And that is why Hood must burn at the stake!"

Linda shook her head, terrified. No, he has it all wrong, she thought. She wanted to scream at the people and tell then that he was lying, but her cover would be blown.

Come on, Robin! she thought. Where are you?

*****

John and Robin waited on the wall outside Kirklees as Much searched for Allan and Tuck. Much arrived by rounding a corner, running fast.

"No sign of them," he informed.

Robin sighed. "There's no more time. I have to go in now."

"This is suicide, Robin," hissed John.

"There's no other way," Robin responded. "We have to go in there and show we're not afraid. If we blink now, the people will never believe in us again."

They walked inside the abbey cautiously, trying to find the Sheriff. Then, Robin heard voices.

"I did give you an ultimatum, hmm? Do you remember?" said Vaisey as he talked to the people once more. "So... where is he, eh? Hmm? Where's Robin Hood? I don't see him." Vaisey had his back turned.

"Then open your eyes," said Robin from the back of the room, bow up and ready.

Vaisey turned. "Oh, look," he he said amusingly. "He's come to save the village. How noble." Vaisey spread out his hands, walking forward. "What are you going to do, Hood, hmm? Are going to kill me? Going to shoot me and risk bringing down the wrath in Prince John on Nottingham? Well, I don't think you want that, do you?"

Linda shuddered. The last time Nottingham almost got burned to the ground was when Vaisey went sleepwalking and stumbled in the forest. It was super scary.

"No," said Robin, glancing at her. He put his bow down. "No, I wouldn't." He walked through the path and past the crowd. "Because I love Nottingham. I love its people. And I want to see them freed from you greed and corruption."

"What about your greed and your corruption, hmm?" the Sheriff continued. "You attacked the abbey to try to steal the holy artifacts."

"I didn't," stated Robin with a shake of his head. "And nor did I tax these people till they bled. And brutalize then when they had nothing more to give."

"Uh..." Linda said quietly. She pointed a finger from behind Robin. Guards entered the room, and she had a feeling that they were going to attack. He wasn't paying attention to her.

Vaisey jabbed a finger in his direction. "Yes, but you did break into the abbey with the intention of stealing the hand of St. Luke."

The crowd murmured amongst themselves. Robin rolled rolled his eyes and shook his head. "That's not the hand if St. Luke," he said.

Vaisey grabbed the hand from the box. "Really?" He kissed the hand, an Linda grimaced. He put it back. "Well, pray tell, whose hand is it?"

"Ask the abbot," said Robin.

Everyone turned to the abbot. He looked down at the floor while the crowd murmured a little more.

"Come on, Abbot, tell the truth," said Linda gently, and Vaisey shot her a dark look.

Knowing that he was going to loose, he turned to the abbot. "Yes, come on, Abbot. Tell them."

"The truth is always the truth," said Linda once more. "You can't change that with an edict."

"Yes," said Vaisey, stabbing right next to te abbot now, "and they deserve to be told the truth."

"You tell them now, and this is all over," Robin decided to interject.

"Certainly will be," mumbled the Sheriff.

"If you say that relic is real, then three innocent -- yes, I said innocent, do not look at me like that, Father -- men will die," said Linda again.

Robin nodded his head and said this next part. "But if you deny it, those people must be released from your edict."

Sheriff Vaisey walked up to the abbot and whispered something to him "And your reputation will be ground into the dust. And nothing you ever say or do will ever have any authority again. You will be finished."

Linda's eyes widened at his words. She was about to charge and tell the abbot that he was wrong, but she caught Robin's eye.

You've done enough, he mouthed. Thank you.

She nodded sadly. Anytime, she mouthed back.

"Your choice," said Vaisey to the abbot.

"And the choice we make at these moments define us for eternity," said Robin confidently.

The abbot looked out into the crowd, fear written all over his face. He glanced to Linda, a sad look in his eyes. Her eyes widened. Oh, no...

"I decree," he started, swallowing to keep from crying, "by the holy power of the church, that this is the hand of the holy evangelist, St. Luke."