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"So, Sir Guy, or may I just call you Guy?" Gisborne uncharacteristically nodded. "Where exactly are you residing? Nottingham castle or back at Locksley?"

Susanna and Gisborne were riding back to Nottingham after a long day. Susanna had been appalled by the way Gisborne treated the commoners and whilst she could, she would make sure that he altered his approaches to them – even if only slightly.

"I live in my manor at Locksley, but I am staying in the castle for the meantime." Gisborne stared forward, concentrating on the road ahead, where as Susanna glanced at him from time to time.

"Why?"

"I don't think I have to tell you a reason," was his short, sharp reply.

"I think you do – I am your second in command, and if I need to find you, I need to know where you are and why?"

"Why do you?"

"Why do I what?" Susanna was quickly becoming irritated.

"Need to know why I am where I am." Gisborne looked at Susanna and she met his gaze, boldly continuing to look at him when most women would have averted their eyes by then.

"Well, if I need you in the middle of the night, and you are staying in the castle because you are wooing a woman there, I think it would be necessary for me to know beforehand – don't you?"

Her bluntness for a female shocked him, but little of his reaction appeared on his face. They looked forward once again as he replied, "A tax collector had been staying there recently and I want the place thoroughly cleaned out before I return."

"Lie."

"What?" Gisborne stopped his horse instinctively.

Susanna paused hers, turned round and as simply as she could, explained, "You're lying. The tax collector's things would have been cleared out by now and besides – he'd been living in the butcher's in Nottingham."

Gisborne had nothing to say to this so continued on in silence.

Susanna thought it best not to press the subject which is why she carried on in silence.

"The cheek of it! I'm not being funny but, who is she to go round stealing our stuff, acting all nice, taking necklaces that don't belong to her?"

None of the gang replied to Allan's outburst, so he continued, "Much, she knew your name, who is she? You said something about an Anna before."

"She's-" Much went to say before Robin cut him off.

"No, Much."

"Robin. We need to know who she is." This was John's voice – yet again stating the obvious.

"No, you don't. She'll be gone soon," was all he said.

"And this is your room." Gisborne concluded, opening the door to what was Allan-a-Dale's quarters.

"Did anyone used to stay in here?" Susanna asked.

"Yes," Gisborne told her, his gut telling him to trust her, "Allan-a-Dale. In fact, I think some of his belongings are still here."

"Thanks, Guy. Do I need to be there for dinner, or can I unpack?"

Gisborne looked at the small bags that Susanna had placed on the bed. She travelled light for a woman, he had thought.

"Unpack? That shouldn't take you long at all."

"Fine, then," she sighed, "I want to make a basic map of the castle – so I don't get lost too much."

"Fine." Gisborne curtly told her, before leaving her room immediately. It was a shame she wouldn't be at dinner, he had been hoping to introduce her to Isabella who he hoped would be taught to accept the ways of the world from Ellen.

Never mind, he thought, it can wait.

After spending a few hours acquainting herself with the knooks and crannies of the castle, Susanna finally returned to her room and finished her maps.

Yes, maps – one that was simple, a plain map of where the obvious things were, in case the Sheriff or anyone ever asked to see her `map`. The other one was her actual map, with trapdoors and escape routes planned. Susanna also had her escape planned before she had anything else planned.

Susanna had unpacked her things and whilst doing so, had discovered a few belongings of Allan-a-Dale's that he'd left.

Outlaws, she thought, never pause to think. Tut tut tut.

Susanna was pleased at her findings, though, when she realised that his old clothes and leather jackets could be altered to fit a woman. He wasn't far off her size and a little change here and there would be fine.

After a few more hours making new clothes for herself, Susanna finally let herself go to sleep.

In the morning, Gisborne collected Susanna at a reasonable hour. He led her to the dining hall where she was introduced to Isabella.

"My brother's told me much about you," Isabella whispered to her once they were seated (next to each other), "and I must say, you're a very unconvential woman!"

Susanna raised her eyebrows, daring Isabella to say whether she thought this good or bad.

"Could you," Isabella seemed awkward with her question, "teach me a few tips about sword fighting possibly?"

Susanna was pleased that Isabella, too, was `unconventional`. "I'd be delighted to.

A few weeks passed and Susanna and the outlaws managed to avoid each other. Much, being Much, had told Susanna everything about what they did (when they gave out money, where they gave it out etc.) so she did everything she could to avoid Robin, whilst Robin avoided her.

Allan had to admit that he missed her presence – she irritated him but she was just too interesting to not enjoy having her around. Plus, she was a good kisser.

But it was on a normal tax day when they ran into each other...

Bump!

"Watch where you're going-" Susanna snapped at the man that she had run into round the corner of the church in Locksley, keeping in her false character. Looking up, though, she saw that it was not an ordinary peasant – but the likes of Allan-a-Dale.

"Oh!" they both exclaimed when they realised who each other were.

Both stood shocked for several moments, before Susanna remembered the necklace and went to get it out to give back to Allan. Unfortunately, Allan mistook this as a sign of her getting a weapon out and started to run in the opposite direction.

Cussing and holding the necklace, Susanna ran after him.

"Wait!" Susanna cried as Allan stopped and turned around, preparing for a brawl.

Susanna finished getting the necklace out and threw it to Allan, who caught it swiftly.

"Thanks for letting me borrow it," she said, smiling broadly.

Susanna took her bag off and started getting out more of the gang's possessions. Allan grinned as he realised this and walked over to her casually, as she gave him more objects.

"You're welcome, Milady."

Susanna finished getting the stuff out and turned to him, asking, "Milady? Why are you calling me Milady?"

"Well, you're upper class now, miss. What with staying in the castle, working for the Sheriff, possibly even friends with the Sheriff-"

"Call me Milady again and I'll-"

"You'll what, Milady?"

Susanna paused and let Allan smirk proudly for only a few seconds before she sharply replied, "Call you Milady, Milady."

Allan's smirk vanished, but a loud laugh replaced it.

"You better be off. Anyone catches us talking and I'm done for it."

Allan started retreating, before stopping and telling Susanna, "By the way, Ellen, I happen to think your clothes that you've got on now are much prettier than the dresses you did wear."

"You should, they are yours," Susanna replied before walking off, leaving a dazed Allan-a-Dale.