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  SCARLET

  A. C. GAUGHEN

  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Dedication

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  A Robin Hood Sampler

  Acknowledgments

  Author’s Note

  Imprint

  This book is dedicated to my mum.

  You taught me what it means to be strong—

  and how to make up my own vocabulary.

  I love you.

  Chapter

  One

  No one really knows ’bout me. I’m Rob’s secret, I’m his informant, I’m his shadow in dark places. No one ever takes me for more than a knockabout lad, a whip of a boy. They never really see. And I don’t mind that they don’t see. Like, when you walk through a room full of big men drunk off their skulls, it ain’t so bad to be ignored.

  I opened the door to Friar Tuck’s and the air fair slapped me ’cross the face. It were too hot and stank of beer and men, and I smiled. It were rough, but none here would turn me out for being a thief and a liar. I slipped in the door and moved quiet past Tuck, the innkeep, and went into the barroom. It were heaving with bodies, laughs, and mugs slinging ’bout. The lasses pushed through the lot, using a smile or slap as needed to get their own way.

  I went through the big room to the small room Tuck keeps for Rob. It’s got a few secret passages and Malcolm, the big Scot that keeps bar, lets us know if anything’s amok. Which comes in handy seeing as, though I’m the least moral minded of the bunch, I ain’t alone in doing things contrary to the law.

  One door went out the side of the big room, and then the door to our little room were down the hall a bit, so we could still look out a touch and see who were coming. John were sitting there, at the end of the bench, watching like he always is.

  Rob looked at me, and as were fair usual, I felt my heart jump. He has a way of looking at me in particular that I’m none too pleased ’bout. I like slipping around and not being noticed. But Rob sees me. He even saw me before I knew he were looking.

  “Scarlet, finally.” That were Rob’s version of a greeting.

  “Rob. John. Much,” I muttered. I sat down next to the last of the three, part because it meant I could skulk in the corner and part because Much didn’t look to anyone but Rob. Much had some bad luck as a lad and he were the sweet sort, so most people just gave him their pity like scraps to a dog. He were the youngest of us, too, bare sixteen, which didn’t help none, but Rob knew what Much were capable of in true. It meant Rob were his hero, above and beyond, and I could understand. If I were the sort that had heroes, I’d have pegged Rob for it straight. Twenty-and-one and the oldest of us, Rob were the natural one to lead us, but more than that, Rob tended to see the bit of bright in all of us.

  John passed me a tankard, and I took a deep swig of the ale.

  “What word?” Rob asked. He kept his hood up, most because the sheriff were hiring new mercenaries all the time and just a bit because the people loved it. They called him the Hood—the least he could do were wear it.

  “Two words. First, Freddy Cooper were arrested,” I said, looking round. It weren’t good news.

  “Fred?” Much repeated. “He’s just a boy.”

  “Old enough to poach for his family,” Rob reminded.

  John crossed his arms. “He’s the oldest son. We should have made it clear that he could have come to us, Rob.”

  Rob looked at him. “First sons think they can provide best for their family, John. They don’t ask for help. You know that better than most.”

  “Well,” I cut, “it weren’t quite for poaching.”

  They all looked at me. “What for, then?” Rob asked.

  “Mistress Cooper went to the sheriff today. Asked for more time to pay her taxes, and he said no. Then he took Freddy and said if she can’t pay, he’ll swing.”

  The lads stared, and I scraped my nail into the wood table ’stead of looking back.

  “The sheriff is taking collateral now?”

  “Collateral?” Much asked.

  “He’s holding people ransom for debts,” Rob said, lowering his hood and rubbing his hands into his hair. His eyes looked up under his hand and he nabbed me looking.

  His eyebrow drew up, but I looked at the table again, hoping it were dark enough to hide cheeks that went red without my say-so.

  “If he gets it into his head that this is a good idea, we could have a lot of children strung up from Nottinghamshire,” John said.

  “He shouldn’t. Unless, of course, more people let him think they can’t pay,” Rob said.

  “Which they can’t,” Much said.

  “The sheriff doesn’t know that. And scooping children up without cause would incite a riot, which isn’t his intention. Fear is much more effective. It does mean, however, if anyone can’t pay come tax day, the people of Nottinghamshire will feel the burden in horrific ways.”

  The lads settled quiet as we all considered that. Things were fair rough already; we’d be fixed if they got worse.

  “I’ll get him out,” I told them. “I found a new way to sneak into the prison today.”

  “What?”

  “What?”

  “What?” All came at me at once.

  I blinked. Honestly, they all heard me. I’m not in the habit of repeating myself.

  “This your idea, Rob? Send her into the prison?” John growled.

  So I’m a girl. Most people miss that ’bout me. The boys’ll call me Will Scarlet if other people are ’bout; a few people know it’s just Scarlet, but most think I’m a Will.

  “The first thing I’m concerned with is Scar’s safety, John,” Rob said, his voice low enough that it made me look to him.

  A muscle in John’s jaw bunched, but he didn’t say nothing.

  “Scarlet, what on earth were you doing inside Nottingham Castle, much less inside the prison?” Rob asked.

  I took out one of my daggers. It were a little rough, but I had filed the blade down sharp. It made me feel a little bit easier, having all these eyes on me, if I had a knife in my hand. “I were bored. I went for a lookabout.”

  “Scar, you can’t just—” Rob started.

  “Neither you, Your Grace, nor you, John Little, can tell me where to go or not go.” Much leaned forward and I glared at him. “Don’t even think it, Much.”

  John’s mouth tightened. “You’re not going back to the prison without me.”

  “You can’t quite squeeze into my entrances, John.”

  “And you can’t quite take a punch, Scarlet.”

  “No one’s been able to catch me to try it.”

  “You caught the rough end of something one time,” he reminded, pushing his thumb over the thin scar that ran the length of my left cheekbone.

  Fury pounded behind my eyes and I grabbed his wrist, twisting it and pressing my dagger to his vein.

  He pulled his hand away slow, his mouth twisted in a bit of a smile. “I’ll go with her to get Freddy, Rob.”

  Rob were scowling. “Fine. Just get him out of there, and look after Scar.”

  “Honestly,” I spat. I could look after myself, after all.

  “And Scar, you look out for John. We look out for each other,” he reminded me. “That’s what a band does.”

  I frowned. “You blackmailed me into this, remember? I�
�m in no one’s band,” I told him. Every time I said that, he looked like I kicked his kitten.

  “Thought no one made you do anything against your will,” Rob said, crossing his arms.

  “They don’t. I can choose whatever I wish. I just chose to help you instead of being sent to prison.”

  “And you’ve been choosing that for the past two years.”

  I crossed my arms. “Yes. It ain’t like I can’t leave anytime I want.”

  His blue eyes caught some of the candle flame and flickered it back like his eyes were wicks. His head bent forward and the blue of his eyes felt more like a riptide. A rakish smile slipped over his mouth. I sucked in a breath, trying not to notice.

  “Then it’s not blackmail, is it, Scar?”

  My mouth tightened.

  “We look after each other,” he repeated. He looked to the others. “Much, get over to Freddy’s mother, make sure she’s calm. I’ll get them enough food for a while.” Rob looked out the door, toward the tavern. “It won’t answer the larger problem, though. First, we’ll have to hide the other Cooper children too.”

  “Whole family,” I said.

  Rob nodded. “And we have to make sure that every other family can pay. We have less than a month before tax day, and how much do we have stockpiled?”

  Much sighed. “To cover the villagers’ taxes for them? Not near enough. And what we do have is needed already—the people barely have enough food and money to survive, much less be taxed on.”

  “It’s stupid to do this every time,” I said. They looked at me like I were Satan. “It is! We scramble to keep everyone floating and then the sheriff just sinks us harder.”

  John rolled his eyes. “Sorry you have to work so hard, you lazy thief?”

  “It ain’t getting us nowhere,” I snapped, glaring at him.

  “She’s right,” Rob said. “We’ve seen already it takes more to stop the sheriff than just to protect the people.”

  “Don’t see why you don’t just go blazing in there,” I said. “You’re the rightful earl. You grew up as such. All the people still think you’re their lord.”

  “I was,” Rob reminded. “But now I lack the right and the army to take it back, Scar.”

  I shrugged. “I could kill him.”

  “You wish you could kill him,” John said with a snort.

  I kicked his shin and he gave a low grunt.

  “Killing him wouldn’t restore my right. Not after Prince John named my father a traitor—after he was already dead and while I was away and unable to defend his name,” he said, pausing as his fists went tight like bowstrings. He shook his head. “Prince John stripped that right and gave it to the sheriff, so unless the prince has a change of heart, killing this sheriff will just allow a new one to rise. Regardless,” Rob said, “we need to grant the people some kind of reprieve. They cannot endure this oppression.”

  “Sheriff stands on money, guards, and meanness,” I said.

  “Money he taxes back,” Much reminded.

  “Guards he pays with the money,” John said.

  “A perfect problem,” Rob said. He sighed. “And one we can’t be concerned with right now. We need to focus on getting the people enough money to survive tax day—and enough meat to survive the night.” Rob nodded and stood, and I raised my eyebrows.

  “Not so fast. It ain’t the only information I have. There’s more. And it ain’t good.”

  “What is it?”

  “Nottingham’s bringing in a thief taker. From London. I didn’t catch the name, but I’ll get it.”

  John looked round. “Why should we worry about some mercenary who catches thieves?”

  Much turned to him. “John, we all could very easily be tried and hung as thieves. We steal things.”

  “Do you know of any thief takers?” Rob asked.

  I nodded. A thief in London learned quick who to avoid. “You’re right as rain, unless it’s Wild. Or one or two others.” Like Gisbourne. Though really, it’s me that will be in serious trouble if it’s Gisbourne.

  “How much will he get in our way?” Rob asked.

  “Enough. And while we’re thinking after other things, like protecting people and getting coin, he won’t. He’ll be looking to make his bounty and go, which means your head—or all of ours—on a pike.”

  John grinned, leaning back. “We can’t be caught.”

  I hit him. “Don’t be a fool,” I snapped.

  His eyes narrowed at me and I gave a yelp when he pinched me.

  “Enough,” Rob said, cutting in with sharp eyes for John. “Scar, keep your ears open.” He tried to stand again and looked at me. “Do I have your leave now, milady?”

  “Don’t call me that.”

  “Even a thief deserves some respect.” He gave me one of the warm, heroic smiles that made my cheeks flush, and I ducked my face under my worn felt hat. “John, make sure she eats something. I have to get hunting.” He walked out of the room, and with a glance to John and me, Much followed him.

  “I’m not hungry!” I told Rob’s back. “Or some whelp that needs looking after, for that matter.”

  John slid closer to me with a smile that meant he’d listen to Rob over me.

  “When shall we break into the jail, then?” John asked.

  “Midnight. The guard changes then, and you’ll fair certain look less conspicuous in that crowd.”

  “So you think I look like a guard? I’ll take that nicely.” He took a drink of his beer, his eyes shining at me over the brim.

  I flicked my eyes over him. “Brutish and stupid? Yes, you look quite like a guard.”

  The shininess cooled. “Never nothing kind to say, Scarlet.”

  “Only ’cause you think I can’t go in alone. You have no idea what I can do. I’m quicker’n lightning.”

  “I know you can handle yourself. Other people are the tough part.”

  “I ain’t made of glass, John. Someone hits me and I don’t shatter.”

  “Listen good, Scarlet. Long as I’m around, if someone wants to hurt you and I can stop it, I will.”

  I flicked my eyes over to him, and he were staring at me in that way that I hate, like if he looked long enough he’d see everything I were. “I’m going to throw some knives around.”

  “No, no, no,” Tuck called, pushing through the door frame and blocking my exit. He had a platter of food. “Robin says you eat.”

  “Bugger off,” I snapped.

  He scowled. “Scarlet, you wouldn’t refuse my food, would you? Drive an old man to drink?”

  “You’re already a drunk and a terrible cook.”

  “Now that’s just mean. Sit. Eat,” he told me. “And I’ll have a drink while I watch you.” He smiled, and his cheeks caught the light and filled with good-natured redness. He herded me back to the table, and John pushed closer so that they caged me in. Tuck put a bowl of venison stew in front of me.

  I knew the more I ate the less they’d stare at me, so I choked down a few bites before they started chatting with each other. I chose that moment to duck under the table and slide out the back way before they could catch me.

  It’s not like I don’t eat. I eat. I just don’t like charity and I don’t like them thinking they can put their noses into my life. Rob wants us all to be like a family, but I don’t. I want them kept far away from me.

  Besides, I had errands to run. I managed to get a few loaves of bread from the sheriff’s baker and some clothes off the line from the keep’s laundress, and it weren’t like I had any use for that. Friar Tuck’s Inn were in Edwinstowe, the small town that were closest to our camp in the forest, and we knew the people there the best, so I knew who needed what. The thatched houses were so close together, like huddled-up children, and it always made them seem weak, vulnerable. Like they could be crushed. I left little packages in front of the doors; the people looked for them in the morning, and I knew, in some bit of a way, it bucked them up.

  I did as much as I could, but it weren’t like I
could get everyone something every night. That seemed like the cruelest part. I tried not to think ’bout the people that woke up and rushed to the door and didn’t find nothing; it made my chest hurt.

  Chapter

  Two

  I went back to the inn to meet John a while before midnight; Edwinstowe were to the north of Nottingham and we had ground to cover to get to Castle Rock. John weren’t there yet, and I didn’t go in, just leaned against the tree and blended in.

  John came out of the inn with Bess, one of the prettier, bustier wenches at Tuck’s. He were grinning and let her push him against the wall, pressing her mouth to his. Despite all the noise of the forest, I could hear every sloppy motion of the deep, open kiss. She dug her fingers in his hair, and he chuckled.

  He pulled away with a wide smile. “I have to go now, m’love. Why don’t I sneak into your window later on?”

  “I’ll leave the usual sign.”

  He pushed her back to the inn. “Off with you, then.”

  As she closed the door with a giggle, I came out from the trees. I didn’t say anything, and he just nodded with a grin and pushed away from the wall.

  “No remarks?” he asked when the inn were out of sight. The road were rough beneath my shoes, and without a lamp, the clouded-over moon were the only light, shining silver and soft on the way. It were like the road we walked near every day were gone, and we were walking to a fey and foreign place instead of the sheriff’s keep. I could just bare see John.

  “I suppose you want me to say what a tart she is. Or you are? But really, every time you climb in her window, you make her think that’s all she’s good for. Bess is a nice girl.”

  “You must have known all sorts in London.”

  I didn’t say. I don’t yap ’bout London. And besides, he didn’t answer me ’bout Bess.

  “You ran out pretty quick from Tuck’s.”

  “I do that when I’m being bossed ’bout,” I said, cutting a glare to him.

  “So how are we getting into the castle?”

  I looked up. “Good night for a climb.”

  “Aw, Scar,” he moaned. “I hate climbing, and you know that. And it’s not a good night. You did that on purpose.”