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Back Nottingham
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

Today’s trio included a man named Silas of York, who was too honest to be interesting, and the fop Quillen Peveril. There were others on the same hunt, and of distinctive worry was a trio led by one Sir Robert FitzOdo. This bulky knight was flanked by his two attendants—brothers whose names Gilbert hadn’t learned. FitzOdo was paid by the Baron of Tickhill Castle, Roger de Busli, and had joined the Black Guard in Nottingham by his own demand. FitzOdo regularly proclaimed Baron de Busli as the man who would kill Robin Hood. Captain Gisbourne feared FitzOdo would drag Locksley to Tickhill before Nottingham, but the captain didn’t appear to be in a position to refuse such ambitious help. Still, Gilbert kept his mouth shut about the Oak Camp, didn’t he? He chose the myriad of possibilities over the finite. He saw no reason to intervene as long as the consequences were so captivating.

At each stop, Silas and Quillen would approach the town directly, while Gilbert rounded about on the outskirt, one of the few places he had a preference in being. Finding men loyal to Nottingham would take more honey than vinegar, and he held no delusions as to which side of the line he fell. So Gilbert slunk off to watch for those that didn’t know they were being watched. On a few occasions he netted them a friend that way. In a crotch of a village named Thorney, Gilbert found a beastly sort of fellow living on the outskirts by the name of Will Stutely. Gilbert fueled the oaf’s sense of importance, and the man promised to report the first thing he heard about Locksley.

In other places, the story was different, wasn’t it? In a rotted hunting hollow named Godling, Gilbert came across a pair of farmers who were too healthy for their impoverished lifestyle. They hid while the others lied to Silas, so Gilbert came at them from behind and sliced a ribbon of blood from their calves as they stood. He took turns shaving tiny pieces off of them until they chose to stop fighting.

Lie to me, and you’ll wake up choking on your own cock.

Gilbert always enjoyed making threats that involved a fellow’s manhood, didn’t he, ever since a similar promise of violence had been made to him back when he was trading with the Red Lions. Some bony cutpurse who fancied himself a slickshit, he cornered Gilbert in Dutch Alley. The bony boy had demanded Gilbert’s white glove, threatening to saw off Gilbert’s cock. Gilbert was forced to explain this plan involved purposefully untying another man’s britches and manhandling his cock, probably with both hands. While the boy tried to defend his sexuality, Gilbert calmly delivered six inches of sharp steel up into the boy’s own crotch, all while keeping his own hands pleasantly cock-free. As it were.