Hooded Man (76 page)

“Always wondered what I’d choose for my final number,” Dale shouted to Jack.

“What?”

But the youth wasn’t listening. He was singing. Lines from a song Jack hadn’t heard before, probably one from Dale’s old band, or maybe something he was improvising – he was good like that. The words were beautiful and poignant, though, and spoke of kinship, loyalty and of trust.

“So we stand here on the brink,

Hardly able to even think.

Who’d have thought we could make it here,

Together.

What’s waiting? Who can say...

But we’ll face it anyway.

You can –”

He never got any further before the first of the explosions came. Their heads whipped sideways; it was from outside the grounds.

As Jack and Dale looked on, astonished, one of the armoured vehicles at the wall blew up. The Tsar’s troops turned to watch as well.

“Is someone still outside?” Jack asked.

Dale shook his head. “We needed everyone for the assault.”

Another explosion, another vehicle going up in flames. Now the Tsar’s men were worried. They’d concentrated so much effort on the attack from Dale and his men that they’d taken their eye off the ball where the castle’s defences were concerned. The result: somebody was having a merry old time blasting their toys to pieces.

The explosions died down and there was silence for a moment or two. Then:

“Invaders of Nottingham Castle. This is Robert... the Hooded Man. Your beloved Tsar is dead.”

“Robbie? Well, I’ll be,” said Jack. “Looks like you were only the warm-up guys, Dale.”

The youth frowned and for a second Jack thought it was because of the crack. Surely he can’t be mad at Robbie for stealing his thunder, can he? When Dale spoke again, it all became clear.

“I-I left him, on the battlefield. Jack, he was really hurt bad.”

“Aren’t we all?” Jack pointed out.

“No, I mean... bad.”

Jack frowned. It did beg the question how in God’s name he’d got from there to here, let alone what he was doing talking to the Tsar’s men on a speaker system.

The Russians surrounding them were all exchanging blank looks, those who spoke English translating for the rest. It was clear none of them believed what this Hood character was saying.

“Unless you surrender, you will suffer the same fate.”
With that there was another noise. Not an explosion, but something overhead. The sound of a chopper’s blades as it hopped over the buildings next to the castle to hover just above the grounds.

Jack peered up, hand covering his brow. “Is that... Holy smoke, it’s Bill!”

The door of the Gazelle helicopter opened and something was dropped into the grounds. The Russians attempted to scatter, thinking it was some kind of grenade. But it was big, more like the size of those old bombs from cartoons. In any event it had landed before they could get very far.

It dropped with a dull thud and rolled into an open part of the grounds the soldiers had vacated.

Jack heard the first of the cries a moment later.

The Russians were backing away, as fast as if it actually was a bomb. However, when Jack, Dale and the others came closer, they saw it was white in colour, with features: eyes, a nose, a mouth.

The head of the Tsar.

“Now... get the HELL OUT OF MY HOME!”
came a thunderous roar over the speaker. Some of the Russians dropped their weapons right there and then, holding their hands up in surrender. Others made a dash for whatever exits they could find. The prisoners who had been released, while not overly concerned about whether the Tsar was alive or dead, recognised that the tide had turned. They fled, prepared to shoot their way out if necessary.

Dale and the Rangers began rounding up as many of the Russians as possible, but they were too few in number to go after both the soldiers and the escaping prisoners.

It wasn’t long before an armoured vehicle came in through the already smashed gates, following closely by a jeep.

Surfing the AFV was Robert, bow in one hand and mike in the other, the cable stretching into the vehicle. He called for help and two Rangers came over. Soon they were carrying a half-conscious Mary from the vehicle. Sophie, who was driving the jeep, needed assistance as well, and a Ranger put an arm around Mark, helping the lad hobble out. Tate was also helped from the jeep, but waved the Rangers away once he was on his feet again. Up on the middle bailey, Bill’s helicopter was setting down.

Jack and Dale went over, and the first thing Jack did was hold out his hand, which Robert shook gladly. “It’s good to see you, boss,” he told him. Jack watched Mary going past, saw Mark and Sophie’s injuries, and he struggled to fight back the tears. “I’m sorry. This is my fault. I told them where you’d be... I mean, I didn’t know you’d be there, but they were threatening Mary and –”

“Don’t, Jack. It’s okay.” Robert placed a comforting hand on Jack’s shoulder; a hand wrapped in a bloodied bandage. “Really.”

“How did you...” Dale began, then: “The last time I saw you, you were...”

Robert held up a finger. “Later, eh? I’ll tell you guys everything then. Let’s make sure the grounds and castle are clear first, then tend to our wounded.”

“Like you?” Jack pointed at the bloodstains at Robert’s leg and shoulder.

“We’ve all been in the wars,” Robert said quietly, nodding at the state of Jack.

“Aye, that’s one way o’ putting it.” This was Bill, joining them, and Jack hugged the member of their family he hadn’t seen in so long.

Jack felt Dale moving away from his side, going off towards Sophie, asking how she was. Jack also saw the look Mark gave the lad. Even after everything that had happened, there were some things that still needed settling. Lots of things, in fact.

But it would take a while, Jack knew that. They’d been here before. Yet that victory had felt so much cleaner, much more final. When they’d ousted the Sheriff it was after a lengthy campaign of terror on his part. The Tsar had managed to achieve more than he did in much less time. And they almost hadn’t regained what was theirs. The price had been high: so many injured, including those closest to them. So many dead.

Everything felt broken.

Jack also knew what Robert would say to that. What was broken could be mended... usually. He just couldn’t help thinking that the scars from today would remain long after the battles were just a memory. That the ramifications might prove tremendous.

Jack exhaled. He didn’t have the energy to think about it. His body was crying out for rest, reminding him of every little thing he’d gone through. Like Mary, Mark, Robert and the others – even the castle itself – they needed to heal the physical before anything else.

Then, and only then, could they begin to find their way.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

T
HEY’D ALL LOST
their way to some extent.

It wasn’t until he took a step back from everything that he saw. It had taken so much to go wrong, before it could start to go right again. But then, spring was here and it was the time for new beginnings.

Robert looked out over the flowers blooming near the war memorial. The place they’d buried the dead from the battle with De Falaise, and those who’d died when the Tsar’s forces had – briefly – taken the castle. Those who had fallen in the skirmish with the suited man’s legions (Robert had since learned his name was Bohuslav) were buried where they’d made their stand against them, once all the detritus had been cleared. Tate had performed moving services at both sites.

They were still counting the cost, not just in terms of numbers but also morale. Those who were fit enough had been given the task of repairing the worst-hit parts of the castle. It had kept them focused on something other than training and fighting, given them a common goal of restoring their home.

Because that’s what this place was to them. He’d said it himself over the speaker when they’d arrived back here, commandeering the Tsar’s own vehicle to take the place back (he’d used it reluctantly, conceding that Bill was right and they had no choice on this occasion; they needed to get Mary back to the castle quickly and safely).

For the first time, he’d actually meant it. This was where he belonged, at least for now.

That didn’t mean he was abandoning Sherwood – his other home. For one thing, he was continuing Mark’s training there. The young man had certainly faced his fears: faced Tanek, and taken his first steps towards becoming the person he was destined to be. And Robert would always need to return, in spite of what Mary had said about not belonging there. She understood a little more now, had seen more of the place – after experiencing its strange effects herself, when she was close to death. And Robert would always carry a little bit of the wilderness inside him; he couldn’t escape it. Now he knew that the dreams would come wherever he was. He just had to let them.

Relationships were being renewed, re-forged. From here, Robert spotted Mark walking with Sophie, holding hands. Things had definitely changed between them since returning. It looked liked they’d finally worked things out with Dale, who seemed to have backed off to give them space. Mark had told Robert there’d been a conversation or two – between Dale and Sophie, Sophie and Mark – but he hadn’t asked for details. He’d just been pleased that his adopted son was happy. Meanwhile, Sophie herself had turned out to be a pretty good nurse, with Mary’s instruction and hours of dipping into text books on the subject. She’d definitely helped to patch them all back together when things had calmed down. Sophie said she’d always had an interest in medicine, and now that Lucy was gone...

Poor Lucy. It hurt Robert to even think about her, with the others near that memorial.

Bill, though he had things to attend to first with his market network, had agreed to come back and help with the general day-to-day running of the Rangers. He claimed Robert needed someone to “keep a bloody eye on him.” It would allow the Hooded Man to go on more patrols, to be out there where he should be. “I still think ye should be armin’ them lads properly,” he’d said, Bill being Bill. But for now he seemed to have dropped the subject. For one thing he was busy fixing up one of the Black Shark attack helicopters they’d retrieved near Doncaster. “Look at that beauty,” he’d practically drooled. “It’ll be protection for the castle while you get your other defences up and running again...” Robert was too tired and too preoccupied to argue with him this time.

Bill would be helped by Tate, who’d moved back permanently. Robert felt the most sorry for him. They’d both gone out to New Hope, after hearing that Gwen and Clive Jr were alive and safe, that they’d somehow escaped on their own. But Robert and Tate had been prevented from entering the village by the armed guards at the entrance. After Tate told them they weren’t moving until they saw Gwen, the woman had reluctantly appeared. At first she wouldn’t even look at the Reverend, even after he apologised. Then, when she did, she told him:

“I never want to see you again. Don’t come here any more.”

Robert saw how much the words upset Tate – he’d only been doing what he thought best. The Reverend never spoke all the way home.

But even he hadn’t moped as much as Jack. Robert’s second had taken both Adele’s betrayal and his own – he called it that no matter what Robert said – to heart. Or maybe it had been the torture; sometimes he woke the whole castle up at night with his bad dreams. Perhaps Robert’s forthcoming wedding would take his mind off things. Who knows, maybe Jack would even meet someone from the neighbouring villages at that; like last year’s summer fête, they’d invited all the people under the Hooded Man’s protection.

Robert recalled now those agonising days waiting by Mary’s bedside, with Sophie telling him he should still be recuperating himself.

“I need to be here,” he insisted, and she’d left it at that.

Robert held Mary’s hand and was there when her eyelids finally fluttered open, a smile breaking on her bruised, lovely face. “Hey...” she’d croaked.

“Hey yourself.”

“Did... did we make it? Back, I mean. What happened... with...”

“Sshh, shh.” He stroked her hair, then kissed her forehead. “Everything’s okay. We’re at the castle. The Tsar’s dead. Mark, Sophie, Jack, the Reverend, Bill, they’re all...” He paused, but said it anyway. “They’re all fine.”

Mary nodded, then winced. “I feel dreadful.”

“Well, you look beautiful.”

“Liar,” she said, laughing, then wincing again. “How about Tanek... and Adele?”

Robert shrugged. “Tanek I don’t know. Adele you shot.”

“Good old Dad; all those hours hitting tin cans were definitely not wasted. Yay me. Did you find the other Peacekeeper, by the way? In the caves?”

Robert nodded. “I know how much they mean to you, even though I don’t technically approve. But yes, you have a pair again, now.” He was skirting round what he really wanted to say, so he just got on with it. “Look, this probably isn’t the right time or place, but, well, I’ve been thinking.”