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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“I can give you a poison.” Ferrers was meeting with the visiting Bishop of Hereford even as they spoke, procuring the rare vial. “You mix it into a drink, it only takes a small amount. It takes a few hours, so no one will know it was you.”
Scarlet’s eyes retracted into slits. “What if I didn’t go through with it? You would be setting both of us free, I could simply lie to you and walk out of here.”
“You could, I suppose,” Guy bluffed, “but my instinct tells me you care about more than just your life. If all you cared about was yourself, you wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
In reality, it didn’t matter at all if Will went through with it. If Scarlet and Elena escaped now, Wendenal would be humiliated—and Locksley’s men wouldn’t have any excuse to come on Sunday at all. Guy could spoil Wendenal’s scheming just by setting the captives free, and if they killed Robin in return then that was simply gravy.
It was curious. Dying was literally the only thing Guy did not want Will Scarlet to do.
“The escape,” Will asked. “How will it work?”
IT WASN’T THE LAWFUL path. Disguises and lies, deceptions. Guy had become that which he hated. But under the thumb of such corruption, at the mercy of unprecedented danger, what other tactics were there? What was the value of an honest life if it served no others? By doing nothing, Guy would have doomed those that had no other voice. Once this threat was over, he would live with the weight of his decisions, balanced by the lives that would be saved. That was his sacrifice to make.
He wondered if this was how the outlaws justified their crimes.
For there was one more deed Guy needed to do this night, and it was the darkest one yet. It grew a black pit in his stomach to even think upon. He had strategized with himself in circles, finally resigning on the necessity of this last action. It played to the worst of man’s nature, to prey on the vulnerable, and Guy trembled already at the prospect of going through with it. But it had to be done.
Poor, poor Arable.
FIFTY
ARABLE DE BUREL
NOTTINGHAM CASTLE