“And the Sheriff?”
Then, from above, a crossbow fired.
Robin grabbed the ledgers and pulled Alice down the tunnel. Much and Djaq followed, sealing the drainage grate behind them. Gisborne’s screams faded into the dark. Back in Sherwood, the outlaws gathered around a fire. Alice read aloud from the ledgers — names, dates, crimes. Enough to hang the Sheriff ten times over.
Robin’s smile faded. “Him? I’m not aiming for his body. I’m aiming for his throne.” In Nottingham Castle, the Sheriff sat alone in his chamber, the secret compartment now empty. Gisborne, arm bandaged, knelt before him.
“Impossible,” Allan-a-Dale replied. “The castle’s tighter than a miser’s purse since the last raid.”
“Seize her!” he roared.
Djaq offered a different idea. “We don’t break in. We make him come out.”
“Got it,” Robin said.
