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Chapters (76)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART I
  6. ONE
  7. TWO
  8. THREE
  9. FOUR
  10. FIVE
  11. SIX
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. PART II
  16. TEN
  17. ELEVEN
  18. TWELVE
  19. THIRTEEN
  20. FOURTEEN
  21. FIFTEEN
  22. SIXTEEN
  23. SEVENTEEN
  24. EIGHTEEN
  25. NINETEEN
  26. PART III
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. TWENTY-TWO
  30. TWENTY-THREE
  31. TWENTY-FOUR
  32. TWENTY-FIVE
  33. TWENTY-SIX
  34. INTERLUDE
  35. PART IV
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. INTERLUDE
  45. PART V
  46. THIRTY-FIVE
  47. THIRTY-SIX
  48. THIRTY-SEVEN
  49. THIRTY-EIGHT
  50. PART VI
  51. THIRTY-NINE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. INTERLUDE
  59. PART VII
  60. FORTY-SIX
  61. FORTY-SEVEN
  62. FORTY-EIGHT
  63. FORTY-NINE
  64. FIFTY
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. PART VIII
  68. FIFTY-THREE
  69. FIFTY-FOUR
  70. FIFTY-FIVE
  71. FIFTY-SIX
  72. EPILOGUE
  73. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  74. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  75. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  76. Newsletter Sign-up

That night, for the first time in four or five days, there was joy in the camp. The wind was cold, but they huddled together, sharing stories of long-lost loves and childhood romances. John Little told a touching story about how he’d first met his late wife Marley. Instead of mourning Much they shared memories about him, of the trouble he’d get into and the curious things he’d say. Tuck made a few simple changes to his song’s notes and tempo, turning it into an inspiring march. When Marion finally rubbed her legs and hoisted herself off to catch some sleep, she could hear the group singing together.

“Take thy bow in hand,” said Robin,

“For Much will ride with thee,

And all can be together,

If no man die for me.”

FORTY-TWO

GUY OF GISBOURNE

NOTTINGHAM CASTLE

FOUR GUARDSMEN LAY ON the funeral pyre. Its flames lit the highest bailey in a surreal orange bath, giving his castle’s sandstone a raw, naked character Guy had never seen before, and prayed he never would again. A generation had passed since a group funeral like this. Then, it had been the brave Guardsmen who died in the Kings’ War, valiant deaths of the city’s first defenders. Now it was four men murdered by Locksley’s outlaws, not one of them even given the chance to fight.

Reginold of Dunmow, ambushed outside Bernesdale and left for dead. Poor Devon of York, shot in the heart by people who had once called him friend. Brian Fellows and George Sutton, two young recruits to the Common Guard. Guy had not been close with either of them, but knew them well enough. Brian Fellows had a fondness for bitter ale and songs about bear-baiting. George Sutton was a skinny young man who took pride in his fletching, and scrubbed the dirt from his doublet daily—the doublet he had died for. The uniforms the assassins wore while they stabbed de Lacy a dozen times in his own office.