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
- Newsletter Sign-up
She was on the ground again, in the ring, and the guards were worrying about Robin Hood. She had seen the chance, the same opportunity Much had taken, but she had hesitated. This time she didn’t. She rose and took the legs out from under a guard, and that was all it took to make a distraction. Much cut the captain in two and retreated. The rest of them rose, while a mob of villagers took to the courtyard, flooding it. Will vaulted off a quarterstaff and bludgeoned Gisbourne’s teeth in …
Gisbourne swung slowly, and Will easily met him with the center of the staff, again and again, driving forward or was he being driven back? until he snapped the staff around to the side of the captain’s head, then hooked the murderer around the neck, pulling him forward. Elena tried to rise, to help him, but her body would not obey. If Will had his twins he could have ended his fight, but another guard came at him and he had to abandon Gisbourne. He threw the staff at the new guard with both hands. The man caught it in front of him and Will smashed his nose in with a fist. Grabbing the staff again, Will spun and whipped the man to the ground where he punched his face a second and third time until the man went limp and released his hold.
Much popped out of the barrel on the cart, a few hours ago, smiling and laughing, and John took him in his giant arms and held him, and John was so big and Much was so small that you couldn’t even see him in there, and John could protect him from anything. Much asked, “What do you want me to do?” and John told him, “I want you to go home,” and this time he did.
There were four guards around Will, and one slashed in high and found only splinters in the staff, but another came from the side, and Will blocked it too late. The sword slapped against his forearm, and he couldn’t avoid another. Then a boot was in Will’s back and he went down, the staff rolling away from him. Elena screamed for him, only to find she was already screaming.
It was hours ago now, when she told Much they were leaving, when she mentioned the name of Bernesdale, when he drifted off into his own thoughts. “You should come,” she said, “hide in a barrel until it’s too late to turn back.” She had hoped he would confront his past, she had hoped to give him a victory.
“Don’t go!” she screamed this time, but the memory wouldn’t change.