Hooded Man (25 page)

“I said, shut your mouth or, God help me, I –”

“Boys, boys,” broke in Mary, who was trying to concentrate on the dirt track ahead of her. “We’re all on the same side, right? I know you’re both worried sick about Mark, but how is fighting among yourselves going to help?”

Robert and Bill settled back into their respective seats, sulking.

“We need to keep a level head,” advised Mary, not even sure if they were listening to her. “Figure out what to do next.”

“Didn’t hardly know the lad,” Bill took great pleasure in pointing out.

“Maybe not, but I’ve seen the way things work in that forest; you’re a team, and if one of you is in trouble, the rest rally round.”

“Reckon you’re part a the team, now, eh? Only bin ’ere five minutes, lookin’ after lover boy there.”

It was Mary’s turn to answer him back. “Look, I didn’t ask to be dragged into this. But the Sheriff’s men destroyed my home, I very nearly ended up like Mark – I think that entitles me to be a member of your little club, don’t you?”

Bill said nothing.

Silence reigned then, but what Bill had said played on Mary’s mind. What right did she have to interfere? Yes, she’d saved Robert’s life – but he’d saved hers as well, just by showing up. And sure, she’d gone with them to look after their leader, but wasn’t there a huge part of her that tagged along because she wanted to fit in somewhere again? Because she was tired of being alone, tired of talking to an imaginary dead brother in her head?

Hey, I object to that. I’m as real as you are, Moo-Moo.

Mary ignored the voice, focussing on her driving and getting them all back to the camp before a scrap broke out.

When they returned, Tate was to the first to greet them. “So?”

Robert waited for the rest of the question.

“Are we finally going to do something about this Sheriff, once and for all? Are we finally going to go in there and get those people out?”

“Like your Gwen, you mean?”

“Who’s Gwen?” Mary wanted to know.

“Someone I failed,” explained Tate. “Someone else the Frenchman took, like Mark – except she’s been there much longer. They took her to be with him.” His face fell at the thought. Mary’s hand went to her mouth and he saw it. “What, child?”

“It’s just... just something that Colonel said, the one who came to my home with his soldiers.”

Robert and Tate frowned.

“What did he say to you?” Robert asked.

“I was to be her replacement, I think.”

“What?” Tate moved forwards.

“He told me that the Sheriff, De Falaise, was growing bored of the woman he has... He called her a ‘companion.’”

“I think we all know what’s meant by that,” said Bill, not helping matters.

“What exactly did he say, Mary?” Robert coaxed. “It might be important.”

“Something along the lines of De Falaise needing fresh female company, and he thought he’d found it. I was a little too ‘headstrong’ though, apparently – maybe he can’t handle strong women?”

“This is gettin’ us nowhere,” Bill said. “What’re we goin’ to do about Mark?”

Robert rubbed his neck. “I need time to think.”

As he walked off, pulling the hood over his head, Bill called out after him, “Time’s summat we don’t have. You heard what that there Mills said: the weekend. We need a plan, bloody quick.”

But Robert was already disappearing into the foliage. Bill looked like he was going to go after him, but Jack stopped him. “Ease up on him, eh, fella? Let the guy do his thinking.” Bill didn’t argue, just gave him a stern look and tramped off.

Mary watched Robert go. She’d heard Jack’s words, too, but something was nagging at her to follow. As the rest of the group went back to the fire, in preparation for the night ahead of them, they left her gazing out into the forest.

Then, once she was alone, she disappeared into it herself.

M
ARY SOON REGRETTED
her decision. The further into the forest she went, and the darker it became, the more her imagination began to play tricks.

There was no sign of Robert. He was like a spirit who’d suddenly decided to leave this plane of existence. Mary blundered onwards, pushing back leaves and banging into tree trunks. Though she’d spent much of her life outdoors, these surroundings were alien to her – nothing like the open fields she was used to.

There was a strange noise off to her left. She looked down and found that she’d instinctively drawn her Peacekeeper.

Another sound, and Mary turned again – her gun hand shaking. She had absolutely no idea where the camp was now, and couldn’t find it again even if she tried. The light was waning and the shadows the trees cast in the moonlight made her shiver.

Crack!
– off to her right, this time. She cocked the pistol, but stopped herself from firing. What if it was someone from the camp, someone who’d had the same idea? It might even be Robert, for all she knew.

Or someone else, Moo-Moo. Could be one of De Falaise’s men.

They wouldn’t be that stupid
, she told him. Mary had been told about the times they’d been totally humiliated by Robert. Now that he had more men on his side – some of them the very soldiers that were sent in to catch him – they wouldn’t dare enter. Especially at night.

But are you sure? Better be sure, sis.

Mary headed in the direction of the noise. David was right. What if it was one of their enemies creeping through the forest, on a mission to kill them all? She couldn’t just let them get on with it.

“Reckon you’re part a the team, now, eh? Only bin ’ere five minutes...”
Bill’s offhand comment came back to her. She barely knew these madmen living out in the back of beyond. Yet she’d felt a kinship with them from very early on; even Bill. They were banding together to fight a common foe, one that she’d had a run-in with herself. She felt a loyalty to them, even if this place was yet to feel like any sort of home.

Mary tried to be as quiet as she could, heading in the direction of a clearing. The trees were parting, offering her a view of something ahead: the thing that had been making all the noise. It looked like something out of a horror movie, dark horns, a snout: demon-like in its appearance.

She let out a gasp, startled by the shape no more than a few metres away. Her gun hand was shaking as she brought it up to aim.

There was someone beside her, at her ear – someone she hadn’t heard approaching. Someone raising her gun arm into the air and snatching the Peacekeeper from her in one quick movement. Mary looked sideways, terrified, seeing only another dark shape there.

“Ssshhh. Watch.”

The same hand that had taken the pistol from her pointed towards the clearing, at the creature now illuminated by the moonlight. It bathed the animal in its rays, uncovering it as it did so. Another gasp issued from her as she saw the stag in all its wonderful glory.

It looked towards her, fixing Mary with its ebony eyes. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it was gone. Still shaken, she looked again at the shadowy figure beside her. A hooded man.

“Robert?” she whispered.

“Yes.” He raised the hood and his features caught the moonlight too. “Why did you follow me, Mary?”

She shook her head, at a loss to explain it to herself, let alone him. In the end she decided to just change the subject. “What... what just happened here?”

“Couldn’t you feel it?” Robert replied.

She had felt something; the seconds slowing down to match her heartbeat, the fear of the beast and a stranger beside her, giving way to a sense of supreme tranquillity. “It was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You almost killed it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I almost killed it myself, once.” Robert handed her back the pistol. Then he left her side and walked into the clearing.

She watched him standing there, as he looked up at the moon. Unlike her, he was totally at home here. This was where he drew his energy from, where he felt at peace. She understood now why he’d come so deep into the forest to think.

“Who are you, Robert?” she said.

“I’ve asked myself that question a lot recently. I used to know, implicitly, who and what I was. Now...”

Mary walked over.

“Sometimes I...”

“Go on,” she encouraged.

Robert let his head fall, shaking it. “It sounds ridiculous when I say it out loud.”

“Tell me.”

“Sometimes I feel as if the forest is speaking to me. Like just now, and in my dreams.” He let out a weary laugh. “Does that make me a lunatic? Lord knows I’ve been through enough to send me crazy.”

Mary laughed herself. “I’m afraid I can’t really judge. I hear the voice of my dead brother in times of stress. Now you think I’m crazy.”

Robert turned. She could feel his gaze on her and looked away, though only for a moment.

“I guess Tate is right when he says we’ve all been through our own personal tragedies.”

“And what did you go through, Robert? What made you run away?” Mary stepped closer to him. “Joanne and Stevie, right?”

Like the stag, she was expecting him to bolt. She felt him tense, but he didn’t move. Finally, he spoke. Opened up to her, told her all about what had happened: having to watch his wife and child die, powerless to help them. Waiting to die alongside them, but being denied even that. Then he told her about the men in yellow suits, what they’d done to the house, to Max. How it had driven him almost over the edge, driven him into the heart of this place so he could wait out his life alone and be with them again. It hadn’t quite worked out that way.

Tears tracked down her face as Mary listened to Robert’s story – a tale he’d kept from the closest of his men, but which he was now revealing to her.

When he was done, she put an arm around his shoulder, pulled his head down and held him to her. He didn’t resist, but she felt him shaking as the tears came.

“It’s okay... it’s okay,” she repeated over and over. The words sounded so hollow. It wasn’t okay, nothing about what Robert had been through was. But destiny, or whatever you wanted to call it, had given him a new identity, a new purpose. Where he hadn’t been able to protect his family, he could still protect the people of this region from De Falaise. It was what he’d been doing these past few months, and it was what he had to do now as they faced their toughest challenge.

Slowly, Mary eased him back when she felt the sobbing subside. “You didn’t come out here to think at all, did you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what to do – and your men know it too. We just have to figure out a way of doing it that’ll work.”

“Mary,” he said, wiping his cheeks, “if I didn’t think you were crazy before – I do now.”

“Then we make a good team, don’t we?” she said, quickly adding, “we all make a good team. In fact, no, we’re not a team at all...”

“No?” said Robert.

Mary shook her head. “Uh-uh. We’re a family. All right, maybe we’re a little heavy on the testosterone.” She laughed. “But still a family. And a member of that family is missing.”

“Then there’s only one thing to do,” said Robert, pursing his lips, “isn’t there?”

She nodded.

“Yes. Mark is...” Robert paused, as if he’d just thought of something. Then, suddenly, he was taking her by the hand. “Come on, let’s get back to the camp. I have to talk to the rest of my... family.”

Mary grinned. “Lead the way, then; I wouldn’t be able to find it if I fell over it.”

He began to march off back into the forest, pulling her with him. She thought then how much stronger he looked than earlier on that day.
Invigorated
was the word she was looking for.

“Oh, and Mary,” he said, glancing back. “Don’t tell any of the men you saw me crying, okay?”

She laughed again, and this time Robert laughed with her.

“F
UNNY KIND A
thinkin’, that,” Bill said to no one in particular as Mary and Robert arrived back at the camp together. Robert looked down, realised he still had hold of Mary’s hand, and released it.

“What did I say about ridin’ Robbie?” Jack warned Bill, stomping up alongside him.

“I’m not the dirty bugger doing the ridin’,” he replied.

Mary ignored the comments as Robert called for his men to gather around. “I’ve reached a decision.”

All the men leaned forward so they could hear, with Mills on the front row.

“As you pointed out yourselves, it would be foolish to give in to the Sheriff when all he would do is carry on as he has been doing, taking what he wants from the people, ruling through fear, spreading like a disease through...” Robert stopped when the significance of what he was saying struck him. Mary placed a hand on his back to steady him and he turned to look at her. She stepped back again when she felt he was okay to speak. “The point is,” Robert went on, his voice gaining strength again, “he must be stopped. And stopped for good.”

“What are you suggesting?” asked one of the group at the back.

“He’s talking about a full-frontal assault,” Jack answered before waiting to hear what Robert had to say. “Aren’t you?”

“Not exactly. Attacking the castle head on would be suicide.” There were definite mumbles of agreement from the camp. “It’s been attempted in the past and a lot of people have died in the process. That’s why De Falaise chose the place, because it can be defended so easily.”

“Anyone entering the city would be spotted right away by lookouts,” Granger chirped up. “Then there’s that sniper on the rooftop.”

“Yes,” said Robert, “I know. That’s why I’m going to give them the one thing they want. Me.” He went on to outline his plan.

He finished, “Now, you all have your reasons for wanting De Falaise brought down. But this isn’t going to be easy, and it’s going to be extremely dangerous. So I wouldn’t force anyone to join me. That’s not my way, it’s the Sheriff’s way. But I am going in there to put a stop to this, once and for all, so any help would definitely be appreciated.” Robert looked around at his men, the people Mary had called family. He waited for someone, anyone, to say something.

“That’s probably one of the craziest, most cockamamie notions I’ve ever heard in my life.” This was Jack, who pushed the cap back on his head as he spoke. “But you can count me in, Robbie. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”