When he got home from Scarborough, having seen Luke settled back in, Will sat on the hillside back in Sherwood and stared at the rock face where he had carved the monument to his father, willing the sun to ignite it again, even though he knew the time for it had passed and he would not see the face again until the morrow.
Hearing heavy footsteps behind him, he turned to see Little John lower himself to the ground. The big man put a hand on his shoulder, and Will felt the hole in his heart - "father" - begin to close.
