“I can’t believe we’re burning down the whole forest,” Jacelyn said, wiping the dirt from her hands.
“It won’t burn the whole forest,” Peveril tisked. “But it will clear the trees away from the road. Make it harder for them to sneak up on anyone.”
“Good luck with that,” Jacelyn scoffed. “But I wasn’t complaining. All the better if it burns them right out of the forest and into our hands.”
Kyle hauled his cask off, waddling, shuffling well past where he had lain the first one.
“I don’t get it,” he called back to them. “We killed Robin Hood, so why bother?”
“It sends a message,” Quill answered, “about keeping our promises. We cannot suffer the people to see us as weak.”
Jacelyn argued something against this, but Kyle wasn’t interested enough to keep listening. He kept ambling off until he seemed a good enough distance away from the previous cask to tie his lines together and they could be on their way.
The cask suddenly jumped in his arms, pushing against his chest with a sharp snap that made Kyle shout in surprise. He dropped it to the ground, scared it might light afire in his hands and roast him like a pig. But as it rolled over he noticed an arrow sticking out of its side that clearly hadn’t been there earlier, its head buried in the wood not a few fingerwidths from where Kyle’s right hand had been. Then there was noise all around, footsteps in the sloggy earth and the rustling of bodies, and Kyle looked up at a man holding a longbow loosely in one hand, his face completely covered by a dark brown hood.
“Another present from the Sheriff!” the stranger shouted. All around him, bodies revealed themselves from the trees, and Kyle had to admit it would have been much nicer if they hadn’t. The bowman led Kyle back to the wagon, which the outlaws had circled and were claiming as their own, casks and all. Kyle half recognized a good number of their faces. There was the bald friar whose arm he had broken in Bernesdale, and the giant man who fought with the quarterstaff. A bearded villager, who had once promised to bring them information. Poor Arable was there, who he’d miss seeing around the castle, and the one they called Lady Marion. All of them had weapons out, even Arable had a bow in her hand. Further off, Quill and Jacelyn were on their knees, their hands on their heads. A few other men behind them drove the horsecart away. Another long walk back. Kyle could feel his legs hurt already.
“Thank you for the delivery, gentlemen,” the hooded figure bowed gracefully.
“What’s wrong with you?” Kyle scolded the man. “Shooting an arrow at this?”
“Oh, you’re fine,” the stranger laughed. “Besides, I need you alive, to send a message to the new Sheriff.”
“A message?” Kyle groaned. Seemed messages were all anyone cared about anymore. “What message?”
“You let him know this isn’t over,” the man said in an angry whisper. “Not by a long shot. We tried to be civil, to only take back as much as we’d lost. We tried to play fair, to help the people, and in return you hunted us down and named us outlaws. A funny thing, when the people running Nottingham are the filthiest thieves of them all. But that’s fine. You want to make us criminals, then we’re only happy to oblige. You tell your new Sheriff this—you’re not ready for my brand of outlaw.”
Kyle stammered to remember it all. “What are you talking about? Who … who are you?”
The hooded figure sprang up close and pulled his cowl back, his young face smiling, disheveled blond hair sticking to his forehead. It was the boy with the knives, the one who killed Sheriff de Lacy, the one they released from the prisons.
“God’s teeth, man.” The blond winked. “I’m fucking Robin Hood.”
AUTHOR’S NOTE
This is a work of fiction, inspired in equal parts by history and folklore.
It is faithful to neither.
There’s no historical consensus on whether “Robin Hood” was even a real person, much less who that person was. Even in the earliest versions of the constantly evolving legend, many acknowledged anachronisms abound. While this book explores the tale in a realistic context, many elements subscribe more to our modern romanticized version of medieval England. I have made many efforts to respect historical accounts of dates, figures, world events, even chronologically accurate phases of the moon—but I am not a historian. I have knowingly deviated from record with a few historical figures, shortened certain timelines, and omitted other elements entirely. Moreover, the sensibilities and vocabulary of many of the characters are decidedly modern—let’s face it, today’s curse words just pack a better punch.
So why does this book exist? As some people might ask, did we “really need” another Robin Hood story? Haven’t we had enough of them already?
Well, if you want the full version of how and why this particular novel came to be—evolving from its first incarnation as a stage play in 2011—please visit my website, nathanmakaryk.com.
But here’s the short version: I think every telling of Robin Hood so far has missed the mark in the same way. And if you’ve read this far, it’s hopefully pretty obvious what exactly it was I hated about most Robin Hood stories. Suffice it to say that I wanted a version that explores the real dynamics at play rather than polarized ideologies. I wanted to do away with good vs. evil, and find out what happens when you pit good vs. good vs. good.
And in order to best explore that theme, I actually needed a story the reader would already recognize. Robin Hood has been rebooted and retold so many times that the characters have become part of our cultural knowledge. Everyone can picture a Robin Hood and a Little John in their heads, and I wanted you to bring those merry preconceptions along for the ride. I wanted you to show me what you expected from a Robin Hood story, so I could hold your hand as we tore it to pieces—and decided which parts are still worth respecting, which parts needed a deeper explanation, and which parts deserved outright mockery. I hope you enjoyed it! If not, well then I’m just one more guy who had his hand at these characters. But if you did, there’s much more to come in the next book.…
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Unquantifiable thanks …
To my wife, Cassie, (who also belongs in several of the categories below) who kept believing this book would be published, even after years and years of that seeming painfully unlikely. For every hour I spent working on this, she sacrificed her own time to take on the lion’s share of keeping the baby alive, so that I could focus on writing. She’s the unsung hero that made every word in this book possible.
To my agent, the incomparable Jim McCarthy, who first took the chance on this book and never gave up. His patience and tenacity are solely responsible for its existence as anything other than an abandoned dream.
To my editor and tireless champion, Bess Cozby, whose passion and excitement made the editing process one of the best parts of this journey. She’s an expert at asking the perfect questions that pushed the book to grow in the right directions, and I couldn’t possibly hope for a more insightful or enthusiastic ambassador to represent the book.
To every member of the Tor/Forge publishing team who had a hand along the way, some whose names I’ll never know, but am nonetheless indebted to.
To those wonderful humans who gave me valuable feedback on the early drafts: Melanie Boudreau, Megan Heyn, Veronica Tioicha, Alexandra Wesevich
To those other humans who said they’d give me feedback and never did: You know who you are
To the esteemed authors who gave great advice on the world of publishing to a novice who had no idea what he was getting into: James Blaylock, Victor Koman, Kathryn Rose
To those unfortunate few with whom I could openly chat about the process: Amy Teegan Hann, Patrick Heyn, Scott Keister
The first version of this story was a stage play I wrote, produced, and directed in 2012. Many thanks go to its spectacular cast and crew: Frank Tryon, Michael Keeney, Andrea Dennison-Laufer, Elisa Richter, Scott Keister, Sabrina Ianacone, Larry Creagan, Jaycob Hunter, Glenn Freeze, Jeremy Krasovic, Gabriel Rob
ins, David Chorley, Bryce Wieth, Ryan Young, Evan Green, Kyle Hawkins, Rob Downs, Lauren Shoemaker, Brian Newell, Heidi Newell, Sara Haase, Amber Robins, Amanda Zukle, and anyone else who I forgot
I know most people won’t read that previous list, which is why I inserted one random character from Game of Thrones into the mix, just to see if anyone noticed.
Actually, I didn’t do that. But hopefully you went back to look more carefully, and now you’ve acknowledged all the fantastic people who first brought this story to life. It’s been my privilege to carry their performances forward every day I’ve worked on this.
And finally to my high school creative writing teacher, Mr. Ty Devoe, who first taught me twenty-plus years ago the value of working all night on something you’re passionate about.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Nathan Makaryk is a theater owner, playwright, director, and actor, living in Southern California. Nottingham is his first novel.
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CONTENTS
Title Page
Copyright Notice
Dedication
Prologue: Richard of Normandy
Part I: A Wolf in Lion’s Clothing
One. Marion Fitzwalter
Two. Robin of Locksley
Three. Guy of Gisbourne
Four. William de Wendenal
Five. Arable de Burel
Six. Robin of Locksley
Seven. Guy of Gisbourne
Eight. William de Wendenal
Nine. Robin of Locksley
Part II: With Ash as his Ink
Ten. Robin of Locksley
Eleven. William de Wendenal
Twelve. Robin of Locksley
Thirteen. William de Wendenal
Fourteen. Robin of Locksley
Fifteen. Arable de Burel
Sixteen. Elena Gamwell
Seventeen. Marion Fitzwalter
Eighteen. Guy of Gisbourne
Nineteen. Robin of Locksley
Part III: A Thieves Bargain
Twenty. Guy of Gisbourne
Twenty-One. Marion Fitzwalter
Twenty-Two. Guy of Gisbourne
Twenty-Three. Arable de Burel
Twenty-Four. William de Wendenal
Twenty-Five. Elena Gamwell
Twenty-Six. Guy of Gisbourne
Interlude. Will Stutely
Part IV: A Necessary Cruelty
Twenty-Seven. Arable de Burel
Twenty-Eight. Elena Gamwell
Twenty-Nine. Guy of Gisbourne
Thirty. William de Wendenal
Thirty-One. Robin of Locksley
Thirty-Two. William de Wendenal
Thirty-Three. Arable de Burel
Thirty-Four. Marion Fitzwalter
Interlude. John Lackland
Part V: Lex Talionis
Thirty-Five. Elena Gamwell
Thirty-Six. Guy of Gisbourne
Thirty-Seven. Roger de Lacy
Thirty-Eight. William de Wendenal
Part VI: The Damned Consequences
Thirty-Nine. Marion Fitzwalter
Forty. William de Wendenal
Forty-One. Marion Fitzwalter
Forty-Two. Guy of Gisbourne
Forty-Three. Robin of Locksley
Forty-Four. Elena Gamwell
Forty-Five. Robin of Locksley
Interlude. Gilbert with the White Hand
Part VII: Arnaldia
Forty-Six. Guy of Gisbourne
Forty-Seven. William de Wendenal
Forty-Eight. Arable de Burel
Forty-Nine. Guy of Gisbourne
Fifty. Arable de Burel
Fifty-One. John Little
Fifty-Two. Guy of Gisbourne
Part VIII: Two Rivers
Fifty-Three. Arable de Burel
Fifty-Four. Marion Fitzwalter
Fifty-Five. Robin of Locksley
Fifty-Six. William de Wendenal
Epilogue: Kyle Morgan
Author’s Note
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Copyright
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
NOTTINGHAM
Copyright © 2019 by Nathan Makaryk
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Identifiers: LCCN 2018054302 | ISBN 9781250195609 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781250195623 (ebook)
Subjects: LCSH: Robin Hood (Legendary character)—Fiction. | Great Britain—History—Richard I, 1189–1199—Fiction. | Sherwood Forest (England)—Fiction. | GSAFD: Historical fiction.
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