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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“Coin,” Stutely said slowly, deliberately. “I need some more of it. When you came through last week, that fool Munday got two or three times as much as I did. He doesn’t even need it. He’s so skinny he doesn’t eat much anyhow. He’s doing fine, but he got more than me. Didn’t think that was very fair at all.”
Marion reached out to Robin before he said a word, but it was still too late. Whatever improvements she had witnessed in his character sloughed off like mud in the rain. He barged past John and the fire, grabbed the stranger’s fur with his fists, and launched him away from the group.
“Get out!” he screamed. “Get the hell out of here right now or I swear…”
Arthur and David forced themselves into the midst, pulling Robin off. Friar Tuck hastened to escort Stutely away. “Come along, friend, now’s not a good time, perhaps in the morning.”
“Out of the camp!” Robin bellowed. “He doesn’t stay here. This isn’t charity!”
“Robin, it’s dark,” Marion tried, but he only glared at her. It was a chilling empty stare, as if she were a stranger.
“Didn’t think that was very fair at all?” he repeated. “We’re supposed to be helping these people, not putting their pants on for them.”
John Little joined them. “Settle down.”
“I should have let you all be arrested,” Robin hissed back.
Scarlet dug in. “You think this is our fault? Really? We’ve done everything you said, Robin Hood. We started robbing the roads because you told us to, then we stopped because you told us to. All this was your idea, remember? But we were doing perfectly well before you came along.”
“Perfectly well? Living in the woods and stealing from the King?”
“Oh, the King! The King!” Will threw his hands in the air in ridicule. “Yes, we mustn’t do anything to upset the King! We’ve heard all about how you’re best friends with the King, and how much he does for us. Well I say piss on your King, Robin. I’ve got a best friend, too, and he’s right here.” He threw his hands onto Alan’s shoulders. “He’s right here. In England. He was born here and he speaks English and he does more for the people every day than your King has done in his entire life.”
“You can’t fight the Sheriff—”
“Whose side are you even on?” Will laughed. “All you do is defend the King and defend the Sheriff, and you give away everything we make. What about us, Robin? Why aren’t we worth fighting for?”