By that night they were back in the town, which they now knew was called Killerby.

"Fitting name for the place the Sheriff was born." Much said under his breath as Robin struck a deal with the inn keeper for their stay there.

"And what is your name, sir?" Robin inquired of the inn keeper.

"They call me Sam."

"Sam, this is John, Much, Allan, Will, Djaq, and I am Robin."

"I know who you are." Sam smiled. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend and all that."

"That is a proverb of my people!" Djaq said, amazed.

"Indeed it is. I learned it when I was in the Crusades, years ago." Sam smiled at her.

"I really hope we're not putting you out by taking up so much space here." Robin said as Sam showed them to their rooms.

"We don't get many travelers through here, so you're a welcome addition."

He nodded and left them to splitting up into rooms.

"Much and I will take this room; Little John, Will, and Allan, you take the room across the hall; and Djaq, you take the room next to them. Sound reasonable enough?"

"Well, why does Djaq have to sleep by herself?" Allan asked.

"Because Djaq is a woman." Robin said, looking at Allan as if he'd gone mad.

"Yeah, but I mean, we shared a room last night, even slept in the same bed, and nothing happened. Come on, she's one of the gang now."

Robin sighed. "All right, Will, you share with Djaq."

Will turned bright red but walked toward the doro Djaq was standing outside of.

"Actually I was angling more for myself." Allan started, but Robin shook his head.

"I said Will."

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"That must have been scary, when the Sheriff's men showed up last night." Will said as he stowed his stuff under his bed.

"It was, especially because Allan woke me from a deep sleep to tell me. I was not thinking very clearly. It was only when we realized how absolutely drunk they were getting that we felt safe enough to go to sleep. But Sam told us that the Sheriff's men only come through here once in a while."

"This is not his county, so he's really not supposed to be sending any men at all on patrols. But, then again, overstepping his boundaries has never stopped the Sheriff." Will pointed out.

"I can see that. Such a horrible man and I haven't even seen him yet."

"You'll feel worse about him then."

Djaq laughed. "I am sure."

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Allan felt Little John staring at him as he looked out the window, down at the town. He had a feeling he knew what Little John wanted to ask him, but was hoping he wouldn't.

Sighing, he turned toward the door. "Think I'll go get a pint. Fancy one?"

Little John shook his head.

"All right, I'll drink one for you." He pulled the handle of the door, but Little John held the door shut with his staff.

"You'd better not be playing games with that girl, Allan."

"I'm not playing any games at all."

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