Chapters (76)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- PART I
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- PART II
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- PART III
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- INTERLUDE
- PART IV
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- INTERLUDE
- PART V
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- PART VI
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- INTERLUDE
- PART VII
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- PART VIII
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“Not quite. A harmony is two voices, both singing their own part. They support each other, dance around each other, and neither sounds good without the other. So we use our heart to weigh how we follow the law, and hopefully we make the laws to weigh how we follow our heart. That’s harmony.”
Again, Marion marveled at the optimism that had become their group. The fact that nobody laughed at Tuck’s notion that they could “make the laws” spoke to it. This is what was possible when people were no longer afraid for their lives all the time—instead of looking behind their backs, they could look to the future.
“What if you’re completely breaking the law?” Robin asked. “I only ask because it happens to be that you are completely breaking the law.”
“Well, as every choir boy knows,” the friar smiled, “if you cannot harmonize, then just hope nobody hears you singing.”
Marion sipped from the hot cider Tuck had made for them. Again, Robin caught her eye. She’d be a liar to say she had not enjoyed his company, though she could certainly do without the antics the others used to give her and Robin privacy together. Men always seemed to think every relationship with a woman, even a friendship, was defined entirely in terms of sexual congress. Nothing of the sort would be taking place between her and Robin. He would be gone in a few more days, and Marion intended on keeping him productive for every second of it.
It was an easy and obvious reaction to grow fond for someone under these circumstances. They had a common goal, shared a romantic past, and for the most part they were isolated from the rest of the world. Only twice in the last month had she left the Oak Camp to sell their contraband in Huntingdon. The rest of the time was filled with moonlit skies and the camaraderie that came with simple adventures. Finding herself drawn to Robin again wasn’t a magical intimacy so much as an obvious prediction. She refused to succumb to such uncreative prophecy.
When he gave an exaggerated wink for the third time, she had to actively grapple all her excuses back into place.
“So you’re worried you’ll get in trouble?” Arthur asked after a bit.
Robin shrugged. “No. William would vouch for me if it comes down to it.”
“You mean,” Arthur wavered, “if it came down to … us all being arrested?”