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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

“I only ask because I’ve been coming here for several days and haven’t been thieved upon even once. Each time I bring fewer men and more wealth, but nobody seems interested in any of it. I’m feeling quite snubbed, actually. Do you like all my decorations? I don’t know how we could make ourselves any more obvious.”

Robin’s trepidations melted as he gave the carriage a closer look. Two horses were harnessed at its lead, with bells lining their reins. Tied to the frame and dragging on the ground behind were several destroyed instruments—the bridge of a harp and the handle of a lute. A young man inside the carriage pushed his large head out to watch with mild interest. The gruffer man atop flopped his hands about to show how weaponless they were. It was another pack of tourists, who clearly had missed the news that Robin Hood’s merry men had turned to assassins.

Alan’s mouth waggled about. “Sorry, we’ve been busy this week.”

The man just waved his hands and laughed. “I’m so sorry to interrupt. But I am eager to meet him, so if you would kindly lead us, we can all be on our way.”

“Hurry on, then,” the driver grumbled. “It’s fucking cold out here.”

“I can’t just bring you to our camp,” Alan said. “I have no idea who you are.”

“Yes you do,” the man sighed. “If you’re the type of person who needs titles, you probably know me as Prince John.”

Robin nearly gasped aloud. He had only met the prince once before, but now he could instantly recognize some of the man’s features. What he was doing in the middle of the forest with only the slimmest of an entourage, begging to be robbed, was a question that would undoubtedly consume the rest of Robin’s day.

“I’d ask for your name,” the Prince explained, “but since we’ve already established it isn’t Robin Hood, I frankly don’t care at all. All I care about is that you take me and my immeasurable wealth to your leader, and that you do so before I strangle you out of boredom.”

“Here,” Robin said, moving out of hiding. Prince John turned sharply and exhaled, clapped his hands, and moved to greet Robin properly.

“Stay back,” Alan ordered, once again raising his bow. “You’re not allowed to get close to him.”

“Yes I am, you witless sod,” Prince John said back at Alan, but his eyes stayed on Robin, with seemingly no fear. “Because I’m here to fucking help you.”

FORTY-FOUR

ELENA GAMWELL

PRISONS OF NOTTINGHAM CASTLE

THIS ISN’T HOW IT ends.