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M
y feet were dragging over the roots and rocks as I stumbled back to the cave. I didn’t make it all the way, falling against a tree. My body felt encased in lead; a deep breath didn’t move my chest none. I whistled, and closed my eyes. It weren’t long before I heard crashing through the woods. I opened my eyes. John were there, hauling me up by my arms.

“Can you walk?” John asked.

“Of course she can’t walk, ” Much said. “Look at her. ” John started to pick me up, but Much yelled, “Careful of her back!

It looks like her shoulder’s bleeding pretty bad. ”

John slung me over his shoulder, and he began taking big-legged steps through the forest, his bones jammed deep into my belly. I let my arms dangle and drop, laying limp. It weren’t long before John’s footsteps got closer and slower, and he pulled me off him. He laid me down on one of our 212-47765_ch01_1P.indd 255

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sleeping pallets. I rolled on my stomach, and Much pushed my shirt off to get to my wound. I balled it up in front and closed my eyes.

“It’s deep, Scar. ”

I nodded.

He began to brush the dirt out of it, and it were sore and hot. “Scar, we have to stitch this shut. ”

“No, ” I said, sitting up, clutching the shirt to me. “Don’t. ”

I’d had cuts stitched before, and it were the kind of painful where you passed out for a day and had to drink heavy besides.

“Scar, ” John said, his voice warning me.

“Don’t, ” I repeated. “Rob’s in Nottingham, and they’ve been torturing him all night. ” My back caved over and I felt sick, saying it loud like that. “I’m not sure he’s alive, ” I said soft. John sat down, and Much sat back on his heels. “Christ, ”

Much whispered.

“You got in? Through that tunnel?”

I nodded. “To right beneath the prison, but the grate is welded into bedrock. It won’t move none. ”

“And you saw Rob?”

“I talked to him. I didn’t see him. ”

I remembered the clinking chains and silence, and I shuddered. “Just patch me up, Much. We have to get back there. ”

“You aren’t going back there, Scar, ” John said. I looked sharp to him, then rolled onto my back. “Just bandage it, Much, please. ”

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night, cut up and half dead, and we didn’t know what was going on. ”

“Rob were in there, John, ” I said, wincing as Much bandaged my shoulder. “I weren’t turning loose. We’re a band and Rob would never left none of us in there. He saved my life, and I’m not leaving him. And we’re going to go back and break him out. ”

“Except Rob kicked you out of the band, ” John said, crossing his big arms over. I looked to him. “What?”

“Might as well have. You told him you were leaving, and he took that as word. Robin doesn’t want you coming after him, Scar. He wants you gone. ”

Stupid tears pushed up at my eyes. “What?” I said again.

“It isn’t like that, ” Much said, quiet.

“You think I’m wrong?” John said.

I looked to Much, and he shook his head. “No, you’re not wrong. But you’re making it sound bad. ”

“It doesn’t matter how it sounds, Much. ”

“Yes, but you’re acting like the reason he wants her gone is because he doesn’t want her around, and that’s not it. ”

“
Much,
” John snapped.

Much looked at me. “He loves you, Scar. He always has. And he wouldn’t want you to get hurt. He risked his life to get you out. So don’t make his sacrifi ce for nothing. ”

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the forest and saying he wished he never saw me. Worst, I saw him fi ghting back Gisbourne and sending me on, and the tears squeezed faster, fair leaping out of me in jumps and starts.

“He doesn’t love me, Much. ” Pain shuddered through me and I curled over myself. My whole chest hurt.

Christ Almighty, were this what a broken heart felt like?

I hiccuped, and John put his hand on my neck, rubbing a little. I pulled away, jumping up and stumbling away from them. They looked at me with their mournful eyes and I slumped on a tree. This were why I never wanted none of them. Not their looks or their stupid pity for the scarred girl who hung her heart on a hero.

Humiliation broke over me like a wave, and my eyes screwed shut. I wiped the tears, still shaking a little. “I owe him my life. I’ll make this right, Much. I’ll make sure he won’t sacrifi ce a thing. ”

“We won’t let you go back there. ”

I shivered. “I don’t need you two to do this. But it might be easier to get Rob out if you’re there. You’d be going for him, not me. And then you won’t never have to see me again. Promise. ”

“We don’t want you to leave, Scar, ” Much told me. “We never did. ”

I shrugged. “You’re right, though. Rob wants me out of the band. So I’m out, and I’ll get him back to you so we’re square. ”

“What’s your plan, then?” John asked. “Turn yourself in?

Gisbourne will
kill
you. ”

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like a noblewoman can live like this, and I were stupid to think otherwise. I wanted to forget. ” I shook my head. “Gisbourne will trade anything for me. For me to go to him willingly, yes. He’d trade anything. Even Rob. ”

They looked at me, and I glared back.

“Do you want Robin back, or don’t you?”

“Of course we want Robin back, but neither of us are willing to trade your life to Gisbourne to get him out. Robin will
kill
us, ” Much said.

A tremor rumbled down my back. “If he’s even alive, ” I reminded.

“It’s a stupid plan, Scar! Aside from you being little better than an idiot, the sheriff will just come after us twice as hard. They’ll follow Rob right out and let us all swing, ” John said.

“We had a plan for Ravenna’s wedding gift all along, remember?” I asked. “Much, have you searched the other caves?”

He shook his head. “Haven’t had the chance. ”

“Then we’ll search to night. We’ll fi nd enough, and we’ll tumble the castle. Or part of it, at least. ” I nodded. “That’s what we’ll do. Between the wedding and off ering to trade me for Robin, the guards will be distracted enough. You’ll be able to tumble the castle, we’ll get Rob out, and the people of Nottinghamshire will have a bit of time while the sheriff rebuilds. ”

“I don’t like this plan, Scar, ” John said. “We look out for each other, and this is the pure other end of that. Gisbourne could kill you in a heartbeat. ”

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the band, what does it matter?” They lurched forward, and I stepped back. “I’ll do this with or without you, lads. Let’s at least take Robin and the castle wall for me. ”

There were a long quiet where they just stared at me, and I looked back, trying not to think of how much I loved them. Losing the band, I were losing brothers— like I had already lost a sister. Meeting my fate with Gisbourne would be almost a relief.

“I think it’s brave as hell, Scar, ” Much told me. “I think Rob was right. You’re the bravest woman I’ve ever known. ”

I looked down. “This were the eventual end anyway, lads. I just managed to put it off a bit. Now at least some good can come out of it. Just get Robin out of there as soon as you can. ”

A few moments passed and I didn’t look at neither; we just stayed there, quiet.

“I’ll need some help fi nding more of the powder, then,

”

Much said.

I nodded. “Tell us what to do. ”

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Not much time passed before we had to come right back to Nottingham. Ravenna’s wedding had nobles and peasants fl ooding into the castle, as the sheriff hosted the entire town for the wedding feast. The wedding would take place in the Great Hall. Though every guard were on post, the castle were at its most vulnerable, and we were going to
swim right through
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hall. Girls had fl owers in their hair, and the clothing round the place were bright with color. My hood were down, my lopped-off hair out, and I weren’t hiding from anyone today. I had scrapes all over my face, and my chin were fair red raw, but it didn’t matter. I were marked and scarred and bloody and fi lthy, but today I weren’t going to hide my face. The hall were awful hot, so many bodies rubbing together like sticks for kindling. As we got closer, I saw Ravenna, looking like a noble lady in a blue velvet gown shot through with gold threads, her face covered over with a veil like most noblewomen wore. I never fancied the veils. They were nice that no one could see where your eyes were wandering for, but they weren’t near so soft as they looked.

Her family weren’t up there with her, which I thought were fair odd. My eyes set to casting about, and that were when I saw him.

Hanging above the dais where Ravenna stood swung a heavy gibbet, an iron cage twisting on a beam. Robin were inside it, far off the ground, standing stiff and proud. The cage hung from heavy chains, not rope that I could saw through, and guards stood round the wheel that held the cage in place. I felt my stomach twist and hollow as the priest climbed the stairs to the dais. The sheriff and Gisbourne came with him. Gisbourne looked up at Rob with a smug smile; I could kill him for that if nothing else.

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I didn’t listen to the priest speak. I’d heard wedding masses before, a few, and they general made me think of things I didn’t like to think none about, like Gisbourne and how I near had to marry him. I heard Ravenna say that she’d honor him and obey him, and I fair wondered if that were anything he’d ever do for her.

Before I got to the guarded wheel the Mass were fi nished, and the priest stepped down as the sheriff kissed Ravenna, pulling off her veil to do it. She looked scared, but she took his kiss, and she left her face unmasked.

I saw Gisbourne signaling guards to surround the dais before I knew what happened. The sheriff were holding Ravenna still, but then her shoulders drew up like she were trying to push him off . I saw his dagger fl ash over her neck, like lightning slicing through the sky. Her head jerked and a short, stunted scream came out from her lips.

“No!” Rob cried.

“Ravenna!” roared Godfrey.

The whole hall broke open, and women started screaming and crying and men started to roar.

The sheriff yelled over it all, “Silence!”

The people quieted but didn’t quit moving, fi ghting against the guards as Ravenna twisted, showing her throat slashed bloody and wide. She fell to the ground like so much trash, blood making her blue velvet black and shining with wet. Her body lay in a heap, and her big skirts took a while to lie fl at. I looked back to the sheriff , frozen, my breath gone. 212-47765_ch01_1P.indd 262

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She were dead. He had killed her, with no reason, no defense, nothing. He killed her because he could, because she were a bird that he could crush.

“Good people, I try to show you my love, and this is how you repay me! You deny me my rightful taxes, you fl ee your punishments, and you send one of your own to beguile my heart and betray me. Ravenna Mason was helping the Hood from mine own hearth!”

“No!” Godfrey hollered. “No, no!” He broke through the guards and Gisbourne tackled him, pushing him to the ground and holding him there as Godfrey fought and strained, trying to get to his fallen sister. His arm whipped out from Gisbourne, but not to fi ght him. It stretched ’cross the space to Ravenna, trying to get to her, trying to touch her before her soul fl ew out.

“I’ve dealt with my unfaithful wife, and now I will deal with your last bastion of insurrection— that outlaw they call the Hood. ”

I jerked into motion as the cage began to lower. Rob, with his heaving chest and angry eyes, looked every bit the caged lion, like they called King Richard. I scrabbled over people, using nails and elbows and fi sts to punch my way through. I pushed and pushed, getting closer body by body, standing a few feet away from the guarded dais.

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with candles hanging down from the raf ters. The part of me that weren’t happy to die today looked after them with longing, imagining scrabbling up to them and swinging— pitching knives this way and that like an avenging angel. But that weren’t to be today.

I looked at Gisbourne and felt my stomach twist and my whole chest squeeze, like someone put me to the rack. The gibbet landed with a heavy clang. Rob sagged against the side with the jolt of the cage, and the whole place were dead quiet, shocked silent by the sheriff ’s cruelty, by this strange day where a wedding meant death instead of new life. Guards had taken Godfrey in hand, keeping him on his knees at the side of the dais. He just stared at Ravenna’s body, dead and lifeless and abandoned. Gisbourne were now free to draw his sword and go to the cage.

“No!” I screamed, my voice mixing with hundreds. I went forward but the crowd wouldn’t part, keeping me hard back, holding on to me. Gisbourne’s sword didn’t go farther, and he waited till the cries subsided.

“On your knees, ” he ground out. “You’ll die a common criminal, worse than your traitorous father. ”

Rob’s head were unbowed. He looked around the gibbet.

“I’d love to oblige, Gisbourne, but there doesn’t seem to be enough room to kneel. ”

“Open the cage, ” Gisbourne ordered. The sheriff didn’t protest. A guard came forward with the key, and the door opened. I saw how heavy Rob leaned on the side of the cage. He were 212-47765_ch01_1P.indd 264

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