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Robyn nodded sagely to Lillian's description of her lord. It seemed as if she had been fortunate in meeting with this trio; perhaps she was speaking with new allies. But it was never wise for a rebel to extend friendship when loyalty was still at question. And at this point, Robyn had learned that the most devoted outlaws came of their own free will.

"Well, Good Sir Martin and Great Lady Lillian, and lest we forget the noble lady...Zahra, was it?" Robyn nodded again, shifting on her rock. "May the Virgin bless ye an' keep ye safe. If ye be half so noble as yer servant brags of ye, sir, then Nottingham 'as great need of your sort."

Drawing herself up once more, Robyn waved a careless hand at the three, back in the direction of Nottingham. "Now away wi' ye. Leave an old soul t'rest 'is bones in peace. Ah, an' should ye have need of a place t' rest yer 'eads once yer finished at court, The Spotted Calf is always welcoming to a wayfaring soul. Now off wi' ye, off wi' ye..."

Robyn had her reasons for sending them to The Spotted Calf. The ale was good and the food as fresh as could be found, but it was more than that. There, Robyn knew she had eyes and ears to keep track of the returning crusader. Until she knew for certain what it was to be done with him.