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good— when my shoulder hurt, it made climbing tough, and these days I found myself up in the trees more. Gisbourne couldn’t go where I went, and it were the only thing made me feel safer.
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I swung down from the archway onto the road. The travelers had passed, and John tossed me the large bag of coin he lifted from one of the lords. “Awful heavy, Scar. Good spot. ”
Shaking them, I listened to the rattle like soft rain. “Sweetest sound there is. ” I tossed it to Much as Rob and I started picking up the jewels and weapons. Rob and I grabbed for the same sword and our eyes crossed looks.
I pulled back, letting him have at it.
John grabbed at one of the swords, pointing it toward me.
“Come on, Scar, feel like a fi ght?” he asked. Then he saw a dagger and we both jumped for it. His hand nicked it a hair before mine and John lifted it high above his head. “You want this, Scar?” He swung the dagger back and forth. I jumped for it and he grinned, catching me and holding me off the ground so our noses were level. I stared straight at him, not afraid of him none. “Not what I were jumping after, John. ”
“You sure?” he asked, his eyes fi xing on my mouth. He leaned toward me a tiny bit and I kicked his shins before he might do some fool thing like kiss me.
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John dropped me with a groan and I snatched the knife from him, catching Rob’s eyes and seeing the dead scowl on his face.
Even Much were frowning at me, and I turned away, feeling my belly twist. It weren’t much fair. Rob wouldn’t never be the sort to get his belly in a twist for me, but if me and John got any bit of friendly, he acted like I were wrenching the band apart. k
We had a decent haul on the road that morning, all told, and Rob and I headed to Trent to sell the more expensive bits.
“I think it’s been too long, ” I told him.
He looked at me, curious. “What?”
“Too long. Since we were in a tussle or something. Something feels wrong today. ”
“Maybe it’s because John isn’t with you. ” He smiled, but his teeth looked sharp. “World not right without him?”
I glared. “It ain’t that way. Needn’t be mean about it. ”
“That wasn’t mean. ”
“Well, don’t tell me you’re just starting in on me. ”
His smile got a little soft. “No. ”
“Honestly, though. I have an awful sick feeling. ”
He looked at me. “About going to Trent? Or selling the jewels?”
I rolled over the two ideas. “Trent, I think. ”
He nodded. “We have to be double-sharp, then. ”
I smiled. I liked that about Rob. He teased me a bit, he scowled at me more, but he trusted me.
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“So what ’bout you?” I asked. I felt my mug heat up for asking the question.
“Me?”
“And girls. Ladies. You don’t . . . I mean, John’s always in love with someone, but you never seem much interested. ”
“Is that what you think you are to John? The aff air of a moment?”
I kicked a stone. “Weren’t my question. ”
“I was like John, before I left. Every girl was a new adventure. But then came the Crusades, and then came this mess, and now I’m a noble without a title. ” He shook his head. “To marry a commoner would dishonor my family’s lineage, but I have nothing to off er a noblewoman. ”
“It’s not like Bess or Ellie would want you to marry them none. ”
He pulled up his shoulders. “I’ll leave the tumbling to John. ” He looked sharp to me. “I don’t mean to say he’s been unfaithful to you, Scar. ”
I shook my head. “I hope he ain’t faithful to me. ”
“What?”
“I told you before, I’m none sure ’bout him. I’m hardly sure he even likes me and isn’t just after nabbing a tumble. ”
Rob rubbed his head. “He seems pretty sure about you. ”
I chuckled. “I reckon Bess or Ellie would tell you the same. ”
I pulled my long coat tighter; the wind were creeping through the rubbed-down elbows. “ ’Sides, I told you I won’t marry. ”
He smiled. “So you refuse to be sure about him so you won’t have to marry him. ”
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“Something like that. ” I looked at his feet. “Don’t it get lonely, though?”
“Is that why you’re with John?”
“I’m not
with
him. But if I ever were, I reckon that’d be the cause. It’s fair nice, you know. Someone holding on to you makes you feel like you’re really there. ”
He nodded. “I know. Nice isn’t for me right now, though. I need to focus on protecting the people so they can feel that comfort, not selfi shly take it for myself. ”
“Maybe you just think you don’t deserve it. ” I felt like that, mostways.
“Maybe I don’t. ”
I nodded, walking on beside him. Me and Rob could be fair kindred sometimes.
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about, and he ain’t even looked at Rob yet. There were no reason for him to be so ner vous. I whistled twice, two short tweets, and Rob halted, veering from the jeweler’s stall and looking at the tanner’s goods. I stayed close to the shop, following the squirrel looks of the jeweler. Gisbourne’s men, in their all black with crimson trim, were in the market.
My blood set to rush like river water and I gave three short whistles this time. Rob turned away sharp and started moving through the crowd.
A hand clamped on my head, grabbing the hood and my hat and ripping backward. I jerked and twisted, and all my secret hair fl ew round like streamers from my head. It were one of Gisbourne’s men, and he were staring at the hood like I were staring at him.
“Help!” I shrieked in the highest voice I could muster.
“Help, please!”
Men seem to like helping ladies that need it, so when I turned to run through the crowd, men saw my long hair and smooth chin without noting the breeches and all, and they stopped Gisbourne’s men long enough for me to clear the market. I ran past Rob, who were waiting for me, fi sting his shirt and jerking it along while he gawped at me. “Christ’s blood, Rob, come on!” I yelled.
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I stopped running and took a deep gulp of air. Then I spat out every foul curse word I’d ever learned, even knowing I’d have to confess them all on Sunday.
Rob looked a little shocked. “Don’t you look at me like that, ” I snapped at him. “Just because I can’t trim a beard don’t mean I can’t swear. ”
“Like a sailor, ” he added. “I’ve never heard so many curses in my whole life. All combined. ”
I glared and uttered another one for good mea sure. Then I spat on the ground. If there were ever something to draw evil near, it must have been curse words.
“Should I ask what has you so upset?”
“Gisbourne’s man knows I’m a girl now, Rob!”
Muscled bits of his jaw rolled into bunches. “That’s not good. ”
“No, it’s bloody not!” I shook my head. “He’ll come straight for me, now. God knows all you lads are good and tough, but he puts a blade to a girl’s throat and you’ll give it all up. And while he’s doing that, he’ll get a long look at my face and—” Words dried up, and my bones started quaking. God, if there were ever a time for hiding, it were right now. I should run. I had to run. After the lads went to sleep, I could walk at least as far as York before they caught up, maybe even to Scotland. Maybe I should head for Dover and catch a ship to France.
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My eyes felt like they’d jump out of my skull. He met my eyes and his head tilted a little. “You’re fi ne. You’re going to
be
fi ne. We won’t let Gisbourne get near you. ”
“You won’t have much of a choice when you’re breathing through a slice in your neck, ” I snapped. I pulled away. He let me go, then caught my face, his hands on my cheeks, his eyes on mine like the sun-warmed sea rushing round me. My breath and my wild mind froze. “You don’t think I’m a match for Gisbourne?”
I didn’t say— don’t think I could have, him holding my face like that, no words would have come— and his eyes got this dark, cold glint.
“You really haven’t seen what I’m capable of, Scar. He’s the one who should be very much afraid. ”
I blinked.
His thumb ran over my scar, and it jangled through me like I were tangled up in rope. “He has a lot to answer for already. If he comes for you, he’s a dead man. ”
I felt my mouth hang open but I couldn’t do much about it. I couldn’t do much of anything with him touching me like that. His thumbs kept rubbing, sliding my mind clear away. My cheeks felt hot and red under his fi ngers, and he smiled, his eyes heavy like the weight of the ocean.
“All right?”
I drove my teeth into my bottom lip, nodding a little. He let go of my face, but his fi ngers caught in my hair a bit.
“You have nice hair, you know. ”
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My pipes felt tight and I couldn’t much breathe. “Thanks, ”
I managed. “Um, you too. ”
His hand dropped and he chuckled. “Thanks, Scar. ” He moved on.
What in all of Heaven and Hell were that?
I screamed. Well, I didn’t scream none, but I wanted to.
Why do you put your hands on
me like that? You can’t touch me and make my skin squirm when we both know
you ain’t in love with me.
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“Well, maybe they were just in the marketplace, ” Much off ered.
“Maybe they
weren’t watching the jeweler. After all, they grabbed for Scar, not you, Rob. ”
“I never got close. She was closer than I was. ” Rob shook his head. “I think they were watching the jeweler. ”
“He were all shifty, ” I said. “He were why I warned you off . The man must have spotted my hood and fi gured me for the Hood. ”
“Then maybe Gisbourne’s man didn’t know you for one of mine after all. ”
“Know her?” John’s face ran white. “You mean
he’s
how you lost your hat? Gisbourne knows you’re a girl now?”
My hair were braided back, but I grabbed at it anyway. I nodded.
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“Oh, Christ, ” Much moaned.
“It’s not the worst news we’ve ever gotten, ” Rob said. John rubbed his head. “It’s bad. ”
“Hey, ” Rob said, scowling. “Don’t any of you, including yourself, Scar, forget exactly how deadly Scar is. He comes after her and he’ll have a bit of her mind carved into his hide. ”
I smiled.
“And then the rest of us will kill him. ”
I grinned at him.
“Regardless, we don’t have time to fret over it. ” We all looked to Rob. “Tax day is the day after tomorrow, and we need to fence these jewels immediately. Meanwhile, we can’t leave the cave unprotected. ”
“No one knows where it is, ” John countered.
“Can’t risk it. Not when we have tax money for almost everyone in Edwinstowe, Worksop, and Nottingham in there. ”
“Why haven’t we been parceling it out?” Much asked. I sighed. “People are poor, Much. They’ll spend it on something else before taxes, and then they’ll be strung up or worse. ”
“What’s worse?” John asked.
“Ask the boy at Tuck’s, ” I muttered.
“Anyway, we’re going to have to split up even more than usual. Scar, I want you to head to Leicester. John, you go to Derby. Much, you’re going to head up to Lincoln. I’ll stay and protect the trea sure we’ve got. ”
“We’re heading off alone?” Much asked.
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send Mark Tanner with John, Thom Walker with Scar, and, Much, go with Lena. She’ll charm you straight out of trouble if you need it. Better than a strong arm. They aren’t the best choices, but they’re the only ones not killing themselves to bring in harvest. ”
“Are they even good with weapons?” I asked. “Lena ain’t. ”
“No, they aren’t there to fi ght. They are there to spot you and keep an extra set of eyes— and run, when needed. ”
I crossed my arms. I weren’t fond of Thom Walker. I didn’t trust him in the least bit, but then I didn’t know him neither, and he hadn’t done much to ever earn a trust.
“Look, it’s for one day. We need this done. ”
We nodded.
“All right, pair off and let’s practice weapons. Then we’re tucking in early to night. We all need to be up before the sun. ”
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John gave me his cloak the next morning, with a big heavy wool hood attached to it. I could fi t my shortbow ’cross my back under it with no one the wiser, so I took it. I pushed some twigs into my hair— I used to do it with fi ne combs, so I knew how to keep it all pinned back, but I wanted a new cap. Maybe I could swipe one in Leicester.
I picked Walker up like some kind of foundling in Edwinstowe, just nodding at him and starting off down the road.
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