On the priory origin, Henry goes from dead to alive as multiple paths seem squished together.
Summary
Something keeps you rooted to the spot; it keeps you in the carriage, but another part of you forces you to open the panel so you can see what’s happening outside. You immediately spot Friar Tuck standing over the soldier you saw earlier, although the man was now in a crumpled heap on the ground.
“What’s happening?” you ask, but Friar Tuck doesn’t reply; he is too busy staring past the soldier.
You look in the same direction, and you spot Henry, lying on his back, with a clean slash that had cut him from shoulder to hip. The guard’s blood was already seeping into the earth beneath him. Friar Tuck turns around and sees you in the window.
“We need to leave, now,” Friar Tuck growls. “We’re in danger if we stay here.”
Urgently, you grab your shortbow and quiver and clamber out of the carriage. Friar Tuck looks rattled, something you’ve never seen in him before. Beyond the friar, your eyes fall upon one of the soldiers crumpled in a heap on the floor, beside Henry. The guard had fallen on his back, a clean slash had cut him from shoulder to hip, his blood already seeping into the earth.
“What is going on?” you ask, confused.
Friar Tuck ignores your question, instead dropping into a crouch beside Henry.
“Is Henry…” you ask, your question trailing off.
“He’s dead,” Tuck says softly. “We have to go.”
You hurry over to Friar Tuck and Henry.
“What on earth is going on?” you ask, confused.
They both ignore you, Henry hurrying over to unhook the horses. You look for the other guards and find them locked in a battle with more soldiers. You look back at the dead soldier, uncertainty growing in your head.
“He was going to kill you,” you mumble.
“It’s done now,” Tuck says softly. “We need to take these horses and go.”
“Henry?” one of the other guards calls out.
“Focus, Marcus,” Henry orders.
You watch as Marcus bats away a swing from the soldier he’s facing, and then blocks another.
“Take Robin and go; they’re heading for the priory. We’ll hold them off here,” Henry explains