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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“As I said earlier, you’re all my prisoners. I’ll have to take you in immediately, I’m afraid. I can offer you the finest cells in all of England—lots of open air, no walls, that sort of thing. Your trials will be held the day after never, and your punishment is that you’ll have to work to earn your keep. In exchange you can live your lives in a way that best suits you. John. Get your families out of the woods. Stop robbing the caravans to Richard’s army. My father will help you out with the tax collectors, and I can get back to where I belong.”
It was the best offer they’d ever receive, and they would be fools not to see it. With one leg tied behind his back, Robin had just saved the war. His only regret was that William wasn’t there to marvel at his victory.
Still, it surprised him that John did not put up any resistance.
“We ought to see the place, then,” he said. “Just a handful of us, for now. Spend the night here. In the morning, we’ll follow you home.”
FIFTEEN
ARABLE DE BUREL
NOTTINGHAM CASTLE
SEVERAL BURLAP BUNDLES OF wrapped meats and hard sausages waited side by side—meals for a dozen Guardsmen and a few days’ worth of travel. Arable had been instructed to deliver them to the stables, and it did not yet appear they would deliver themselves.
Gunny could do it instead, but if word got back to Mistress Roana, questions would be raised that Arable did not want to answer. The truth was she felt like a captive in the castle of late, existing only at the mercy of the secrets she had told, and yet knew so little about.
It had been three months since she informed Captain Gisbourne of Jon Bassett’s unusual late-night meetings in the wine cellar. So far as Arable could tell, absolutely nothing had come of it excepting her own misery. How foolish. The moment she recognized Bassett’s face, she should have realized he was too important to be punished. But seeing Gisbourne laugh with Bassett in the dining hall that night, she couldn’t help herself. She could have held back, pretended she knew nothing. Instead she’d pounded that infernal cup by Bassett’s plate, thinking someway it would matter. She thought Gisbourne would do the right thing. But Bassett was not only still in the Guard, he was still in the Captain’s Regiment. And Gisbourne had not spoken to her since.