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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“Please hear me out.” His face softened. “You should know that I do not come to you lightly, and I realize what I ask of you is no small thing.”
“You haven’t told me what that thing is,” she laughed, because she did not know how to react to him at all. On another day she might have appreciated his concern. It was rare for a Common Guardsman to speak so gently, when they were normally prone to pawing at her and boasting of things they would like to do to her. The things they were like to try now, without the protection of either Roger or William.
Marshall swallowed. “Do you know about what happened to Morg?”
It took a moment for Arable to even wrap herself around the question, it was so far removed from herself. But yes, she had been there in the dining hall that night.
“Morg never meant to kill that boy, but truth be told I’m glad he did,” Marshall said. “We’re all safer for it.”
Arable pursed her lips and nodded, though she didn’t necessarily agree. Morg had always been a sweetheart to her. But when a man chooses to show one side of himself to the world, she had learned to be wary of the one he hid.
“He’s still in prison.” Marshall glanced over his shoulder and lowered his voice. “He can’t stay there. He’s being held with the same people he arrested. It’s not safe. Even if he were wrong to do what he did, he doesn’t deserve to die down there.”
Arable suddenly wondered if there was a reason nobody else was nearby. “I don’t know why you’re talking to me. I can’t do anything to help you, I’m sorry.”
“I’ve talked to Sheriff Wendenal, but he won’t listen to me, and neither will Captain Gisbourne.” That caught her attention. William now shared the same moral compass as Gisbourne. “They think Morg is safe, but they don’t know the prisons as I do. There aren’t enough men in there to protect him, and the Derbymen won’t let anyone in that’s not one of their own. They think we’ll try to let him loose.”
“But you are trying to let him loose?”
“I’m not asking much, I’m not, I swear.”
“That’s not what you said a moment ago.”