XV – Freedom

Two days had passed, and the smell of smoke still lingered in parts of London. For most of the people in the city, life went back to normal quite quickly, and those who had lost their homes in the fire found refuge with friends and family.

To Robin, these two days were anything but normal. There was an awful lot of waiting to do, and Robin was not feeling very patient when his and his friends' lives were in the process of changing drastically. They had saved the King's life, but no-one was entirely sure what came next.

Despite spending months in captivity, King Richard showed no signs of having been mistreated. Since stepping foot on English soil, he had spent all his time trying to reign in the chaos that had ensued in his absence. Robin had barely had a chance to exchange a few words with the King, so when he was summoned to see him, he jumped at the chance.

"You asked to see me, Your Majesty?" Robin said as he approached the King in his private room.

The King greeted Robin with a wide smile, although Robin couldn't miss the dark circles under his eyes. "Robin! Please, sit down."

King Richard dismissed his servants and offered Robin some wine himself.

"I wanted to thank you for everything you've done. If it weren't for you, I might not be sitting here," the King said.

"My friends are the ones that did all the hard work, Your Majesty," Robin replied simply.

"Please, leave the formalities. I've had enough of them for today." The King sighed deeply and took a sip of his wine. "But I really am grateful. Not many have remained as loyal to me as you have."

Robin didn't miss the bitterness in the King's voice. "I only want what's best for England. Having you back home means a better future for us all."

"You are being too humble, Robin," The King laughed. "You are a hero. And I don't mean just saving my life. When I have the time, I'd like to hear more about your adventures as Robin Hood."

"That's another thing I can't take full credit for. My friends are just as much heroes as I am, if not more so."

"Then I will reward them as well." Richard walked over to his desk and pulled out a small stack of parchment. "Of course, you'll all receive my pardon for any crimes that are being held against you. I'm afraid I don't know all their names, so I'll give you the liberty to fill them in." The King handed the parchments to Robin.

Holding his freedom in his hands after such a long time felt strange.

"Thank you. These mean a lot to us," Robin said, rolling the parchments up.

"I am also willing to give your friends a monetary reward for saving my life. That is, if they'll take it."

"I'm sure they will, but even if they don't, I know plenty of people that will be happy to accept it in their place," Robin said with a smile. "If it's not too much, I have a few other things to ask for as well."

"Of course. Anything you want, it's yours. But we can deal with that later."

"Oh, I'm not asking anything for myself. All I want is my freedom and Locksley. I have no need for anything more than that."

The thought of returning home after such a long time warmed Robin's heart. If he could, he would already be on his way home, but unfortunately, he was still needed in London.

"Always thinking of others. I admire that about you, Robin," Richard said. "Yes, I'm sure arrangements can be made for everything you so desire on behalf of your friends and family."

Friends and family. To Robin, there was no real difference between the two. Having a rebellious little brother was still something he was getting used to.

Robin couldn't help but wonder what Richard thought of his own rebellious little brother.

"I was wondering… What will happen to Prince John?" Robin asked.

The King frowned in confusion. "Should something happen to him?"

"I just mean that since he was plotting to assassinate you… What are you going to do to him?"

King Richard sighed and set down his goblet. "As far as I know, most of the scheming and planning was done by Sheriff Vaisey and his friends. I have spoken with my brother, and he has sworn to remain loyal to me from now on."

Robin stared at the King in shock. "That's it? There's no punishment for his crimes? Surely he'll just start plotting against you the first chance he gets."

"I am making John my heir. That should keep him in line for now."

"You're- Your Majesty! You're practically rewarding him for treason!"

"I do not have any legitimate children, Robin. My brother is weak-willed and easily swayed by those around him. I will surround him with the right people, and if something happens to me, you will recognise John as the rightful ruler of this country," the King said sternly.

"But-"

"This decision does not concern you. I have no plans to die any time soon, so just enjoy your new freedom for now."

Robin understood the message and remained silent, emptying the rest of his goblet in one go. Frustration was building inside him, but he would not openly defy the King. Not right now, when he had just gained his freedom back. He would just have to deal with the fact that Prince John was getting away with no punishment.

The King refilled his own goblet and after a moment of awkward silence, he spoke again. "How is your friend doing?"

"Still unconscious," Robin replied quietly.

"Well, let's hope he wakes up soon."

Allan woke up to a headache that felt like someone was hitting his head with a hammer. Repeatedly. He forced his eyes open but regretted it as soon as the bright daylight blinded him. His entire body felt heavy, and just raising his head a little was a struggle.

He didn't recognise the room he was in, but he was relieved to see his friends there. Kate and Archer were sitting by a table on the other side of the room. Kate's left arm was in a sling, and Archer was leaning back on his chair so much he might fall over at any moment. Tuck was standing next to them, looking out of the window with his back turned to Allan. John sat right next to the bed Allan was laying on, staring at nothing in particular. There was no sign of Robin, but Much was pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed, fiddling with his sleeve as he did so.

Everyone was quiet. Only Much's feet stomping on the floor were making any sound.

It wasn't a hammer that was creating Allan's headache.

"Would you stop that? I'm getting a headache from your stomping," Allan complained, his voice hoarse. How long had he been sleeping?

It was as if lightning had struck everyone in the room. They rushed to Allan's bedside, all wearing different levels of concern on their faces.

"You're finally awake!" Much sighed in relief.

"Yeah, and I regret it already," Allan replied and tried to shield his eyes from the sunlight pouring into the room.

"How do you feel?" Tuck asked.

Allan grimaced. "Terrible. What happened? I remember we were chasing that man and he threw… oh." He looked at Kate and her injured arm. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, all I got was a broken arm. All thanks to you. If you hadn't pushed me away… Well, neither of us might be here now. But don't worry, this will heal." Kate's smile turned into a wince as she tried to prove her words by moving her arm.

"What about the fire?" Allan asked. "It didn't spread too far, did it?"

Everyone else fell silent. It told Allan all he needed to know.

"One side of the street caught on fire. Fortunately, there was no longer any black powder left in the area, otherwise the damage could've been worse," John explained.

"Two people died," Kate admitted.

Allan felt his stomach drop and curdle sickeningly by his gut.

"It could have been worse! At least you're alive. And Kate too," Much reassured him.

"Right. That's good, I suppose," Allan said. He tried to shift his position, but as he did so, he felt a slashing pain in his back, as if someone had ran a rusty knife across his spine.

"Careful. Your back was burned slightly. And you hit your head when you fell," Tuck explained.

Allan reached up to rub his temple. "Yeah. I can feel that."

Much was about to say something, but just then the door opened, and Robin walked in, carrying small rolls of parchment in his arms. A bright smile appeared on his face when he saw that Allan was awake.

"Good to see you're back with the living!" he joked.

"Did you really think you'd get rid of me that easily?" Allan laughed, albeit weakly.

"What did the King say?" Much asked instantly.

Robin sat down at the foot of Allan's bed. "Nothing that can't wait until later. For now, all you need to know is that we've all been pardoned." He handed one of the rolls to Much, who, despite not knowing how to read, immediately opened it and stared at the words written on it as if he had been told to memorise the whole thing.

Allan leant back to rest against his pillow. Freedom. That was something he hadn't had for a long time. Even when he had been working for Gisborne and the Sheriff, he hadn't been truly free. But right now, it was as if life had begun again. Allan wasn't sure what he would do with this new life, but one thing was certain: From now on, he would stick to honest work.

But first, he would have to find a cure for this headache.

No screams of torture echoed around the dungeon, and for that Guy was grateful. In Nottingham the situation would have been entirely different. Guy preferred to spend his last moments in peace, not listening to some poor fool getting tortured to death.

All things considered, Guy was being treated well. It was most likely because he had not tried to resist arrest, and because he had openly admitted all of the things he had been accused of. There were plenty of other things he had done that he had not been accused of, but he doubted they would have made any difference. Most crimes paled in comparison to having tried to commit regicide twice.

Guy fiddled with the rosary in his pocket. His weapons had of course been taken from him, but no-one had seen any risk in letting a prisoner keep a simple wooden cross. He didn't feel like praying, but he was beginning to understand why Isabella had been so fond of it. There was something calming about running his thumb across the grooves on the wood.

At least Isabella was safe and happy now. Guy wondered how long it would take for her to hear about his death. Perhaps she would say a prayer for his soul. No-one else would. Guy didn't expect anyone to forgive him for all he had done. Most people he had come across would probably breathe a sigh of relief when hearing the news of his death. Guy was not sure if he could even forgive himself. It didn't matter now.

Isabella had forgiven him, and that was more than he could have asked for. Perhaps if he had had more time, others might have done the same.

The heavy wooden door of the cell opened. Someone had just brought in food, so Guy expected it to just be someone coming in to collect his plate, but instead it was Robin who walked in. The door closed behind him, and Guy stood up straighter.

"Well?" he asked.

"Your execution is set for tomorrow," Robin said.

Guy nodded. "How?"

"Beheading."

"Good." Guy had expected something far worse. With an experienced executioner and a sharp blade, the whole thing would be over quickly.

"It would have been a lot worse, but I asked the King to show mercy."

"I suppose I should be thanking you then?"

"Don't. If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to stop Vaisey and Prince John's plan in time. We're even now."

Guy crossed his arms across his chest. At least now he knew how much longer he had to rot in this cell. The sooner this would be over, the better.

"I assume you're going back to Locksley then?" Guy said.

"Once everything is in order here, yes. The King has given all my lands and titles back to me."

"I'm sure you'll use them much more wisely than I did."

Robin sighed deeply. "I will do my best. But you do have some property – mostly money – that didn't originally belong to me, and-"

"I'm as good as dead," Guy cut in. "Do with that money what you will."

"I'm offering you a chance to decide what it should be used for."

Guy leaned against the cold stone wall. "I don't care. Hold a feast in Nottingham. Give it to the Church. Or find my bastard son and give it all to him. It doesn't matter to me. Or…" He swallowed hard and gathered the courage to ask the question that had been at the back of his mind since he had killed Vaisey. "What Vaisey said about Archer… It's true, isn't it? That he's my… our brother?"

Robin nodded. "Yes. I'm sorry you had to find out like that. But it's true."

"How long have you known?"

"Almost a year."

Under any other circumstances Guy would have needed much longer than a year to come to terms with the fact that his mother had had a child with Malcolm of Locksley. But he did not have a year, or even a week, so all he could do was believe Robin's word and try to accept it all.

"Then give my money to him. Make sure he doesn't end up like this."

Guy wasn't asking it for himself. He really did not care what happened to his money. But his mother deserved at least one son that didn't turn out to be a cold-blooded murderer.

Robin glanced back at the door. "Archer would actually like to see you. He's right outside."

Guy sighed and uncrossed his arms. "Fine."

Robin walked to the door. Warm light from the hallway streamed into the cell as he left, and soon Archer walked inside. The door shut with a heavy sound.

Guy and Archer stared at each other for a moment. In this dim light Guy got the first proper look at his brother. He had Isabella's eyes.

"I, uh… I just wanted to meet you before… Well, you know," Archer said, breaking the silence.

"We've already met," Guy replied dryly.

"I know. But now you… know."

"Yes. Now I know."

Guy was not sure what exactly he was supposed to say in this situation. What was he supposed to say to a brother he hadn't known about for two decades? Perhaps he should give Archer some words of wisdom, but Guy was not sure if he had any.

"I wish we could have met under different circumstances," Archer said wistfully. "I would have liked to have known more about my mother. I mean, Robin has told me some things, but it's… You knew her better."

"She was a good person," Guy said. It was all he had to say about his mother. A day wouldn't have been enough to tell Archer all about Lady Ghislaine, and how much Guy had loved her. Especially not when Guy barely even knew Archer. So, this would have to be enough for him.

Archer tapped his fingers nervously against his thigh. "I… I have a sister as well, don't I?"

Guy straightened his back. "Yes. But please don't ever look for her."

"But-"

"No. Isabella has found peace. If you ever do come across her, do not taint our mother's memory for her."

Archer nodded sadly. "Fine." He stared down at his feet.

Guy slipped his hand into his pocket. He hesitated for a moment.

Screw it, he was going to die tomorrow.

"Here, take this," he said and pulled out the rosary.

"Why-" Archer began as Guy set it on his open palm.

"It belonged to my- our mother. I won't need it anymore, so you should have it."

Archer looked down at the cross. "I… Thank you." He closed his hand tightly around the rosary.

Robin had barely made it out of the dungeons out into the yard when Much, who had been waiting for him, appeared at his side.

"Where's Archer?" he asked.

"Speaking with Gisborne."

"It must be strange for him. Well, for both of them. I mean, I'm still getting used to the idea of him being your brother, but to find out-"

"Much," Robin said gently. "I think it's best if you don't talk about that topic with Archer."

"Oh. Yes. Right." Much looked a little embarrassed.

Robin let out a sigh and leaned against the wall. He looked up at the blue sky where pure white clouds slowly crept along. Everything felt oddly peaceful.

"I'm just glad it's all over now," Much said. "I can't wait to get back home to Locksley."

"Not Bonchurch then?" Robin asked with a smile.

"Well, it's not certain yet…"

"It is. I promised you lands and a title, and I'm going to make sure you get them." Robin placed his hand on Much's shoulder. "You're the most loyal man I have ever met, Much. Anyone else would have abandoned me for all the stupid things I've done. Thank you. For everything."

Much nodded, and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't find the right words. Instead, he pulled Robin into a hug. He knew Robin wouldn't want him to say thank you, because that was what Robin was trying to say, so this was the next best thing.

At that moment Archer walked out of the dungeons with his hands in his pockets. His face remained blank, with no emotion to be read from it.

"Speaking of lords," Robin said and let go of Much.

"That didn't take long," Much commented.

"There's not much to talk about, is there?" Archer said. "I don't really even know him."

Robin decided to steer the conversation elsewhere. "We were just talking about getting back home. Have you thought about what you'll do?"

Archer shrugged. "Not really. It's not like I have a life to get back to like you do."

Robin glanced at Much before looking back over to Archer.

"I'd like to offer you a life," he said.

Archer frowned. "Huh?"

"I haven't made it official yet, because I wanted to know what you think first. But I think you should be legitimised. We have our father's letter to prove everything, and I'm sure Sir Geoffrey will confirm it, although I doubt it will be necessary."

Archer looked confused.

"I want you to come back to Locksley with me. You will get the life that should have been yours. And, if I never have children, you will be my heir and inherit my lands and titles."

Robin watched as Archer opened and closed his mouth.

"You… I would be… Are you sure?" Archer asked, like this might have all been a joke.

"Yes. You are my brother, and even if you don't want to be legally recognised as such, I'm not going to just let you disappear from my life," Robin said.

"I do want that!" Archer replied. "But... I don't know how to be a nobleman."

"Neither do I," Much said, with a small smile that now spoke of a certain future and a past that could be left behind.

The sun shone brightly from the cloudless sky, nearly blinding everyone in the courtyard. Robin and Archer stood side by side and watched as Guy of Gisborne was led to the execution platform. He held his head up high but did not meet anyone's eyes in the crowd. He remained calm as his list of crimes was read out loud. When it came time for him to lay his head on the execution block, Robin turned his eyes away. Archer kept looking, and from his slight flinch Robin knew when the deed was done. It was all over in moments, and when Robin looked back up, fresh blood dripped from the block.

There was no satisfaction to this moment. Justice had been served, but Robin's lust for revenge had died out a long time ago.

It had been a long time since Locksley had seen a day like this. Music and laughter filled the air, and there was plenty of food and drink to serve even to those who had come from other villages. This was not a private event only for the rich and powerful, but a day of celebration for everyone.

Kate was happy to be home again. Her mother fussed around her, and Maggie kept asking her question after question. She couldn't get a moment of peace, but after spending over a year apart from her mother and sister, Kate didn't mind. She could handle this if it meant getting to hug Maggie, who had grown several inches since the last time they were together. Although right now she could at least use a break from dancing. Maggie had insisted that Kate spin her around so much that they both felt dizzy as Kate led her sister back to their mother.

"But did you really see the King?" Maggie asked, tugging on Kate's hand.

"Yes, I did," Kate said.

"And do you really know how to shoot with a bow now?" Maggie continued. By now she had demanded confirmation for every detail in Kate's story at least five times.

"Yes, I do. And no, I'm not going to teach you," Kate said quickly before Maggie could say the next very obvious question.

Rebecca smiled gently at her daughters.

"Maggie, why don't you let Kate catch a break for a while? Go play with the other children," she suggested.

Maggie sighed. "All right. But promise me you'll tell me more about London!"

"I promise. Now, go!" Kate said, and watched as Maggie rushed to the other children. She was probably going to tell them a very exaggerated version of Kate's story, and soon all of the children would be asking her excited questions.

"I'd forgotten how much energy she has," Kate said as she sat down on the bench next to her mother.

"She's just excited to have you back. As am I," Rebecca said. She took Kate's hand between her own and squeezed it tenderly.

"And I'm excited to be back," Kate replied. "I'd gotten used to life in the forest, but I have to admit that sleeping in an actual house feels nice." She leaned her head against her mother's shoulder.

Rebecca ran her thumb across the back of Kate's palm and watched as Maggie and the other children chased each other around.

They were content with just sitting in silence, but eventually Rebecca spoke again. "You know, you broke your promise to me. You said you wouldn't do anything dangerous."

Kate raised her head. She had been expecting this ever since she got back.

"Well, technically I didn't say anything about the Nightwatchman…"

"You know what I mean," Rebecca said sternly, but soon her expression softened again. "I know I should be angrier, but right now I'm just happy that you're alive and well. But I am not happy that you risked your life like that!"

"You know me, there was no way I could have spent an entire year out of harm's way," Kate said, smiling slightly.

Rebecca shook her head in defeat. "I suppose you're right. But we will talk about it later."

Kate hadn't been expecting anything different. She could handle a lecture, but right now she just wanted to spend the day celebrating with the people she loved.

Sure, she would miss being the Nightwatchman, but there would be new adventures. Kate would just make sure not to make any more promises about what she would and would not do.

"John! You should be out there dancing!" Robin said. He'd found John sitting by himself where he could still see everyone celebrating, but far enough away where no-one would bother him.

"I don't think I'm drunk enough for that," John said and raised his drink.

"Well, everyone else has had enough, so I doubt it would matter," Robin laughed and took a seat next to his friend, careful not to spill his own drink.

They sat in a comfortable silence and listened to the cheerful music mixing with laughter and pleasant chatter.

"So, you haven't told me yet what you're going to do next," Robin said and took a sip from his drink. "I still think you should take the money."

"I have no need for it. If it makes you happy, I'll buy myself a new coat," John said.

"What about your family?" Robin suggested.

John took a moment to think. Now that he was no longer an outlaw, he was free to see his family without risking their safety. But would they want to see him?

"I suppose I should visit them. Maybe Alice will take the money."

"Just visit? You wouldn't… stay with them?" Robin asked.

John sighed and shook his head. "They have moved on and built a life without me. I want to see them again, but I doubt I have it in me to live among normal people again."

Robin drank slowly.

"What will you do then?"

"I'd like to stay in Sherwood. I think I will enjoy it a lot more now that I'm not an outlaw," John explained.

The forest was his home. It had been for years now, and even though his friends were moving on, John knew he could not leave. Not anymore.

"If you're sure about it, then I can't really stop you. But at least let me have the camp properly fixed for you," Robin said and smiled at John. "And you have to promise me that you'll come to dinner at Locksley."

John looked out at the children dancing happily in a circle. The adults around them clapped in rhythm.

He drank the rest of his drink in one go. "Well, I suppose someone has to keep an eye on all of you."

Allan and Much had escaped from the dance floor once they had danced so much their heads were spinning, although the spinning could have just as easily have been a result of the drinking. Much could have gone on for even longer, but Allan's wounds were still giving him some trouble.

"So. Lord Much. Are you enjoying being a lord, my lord?" Allan teased, his words slightly slurring together.

"Yes. Very much so. Although there's a lot to do. But you have to stop calling me that, it's… well, it's weird," Much said, leaning against a wall for support.

"What, I can't call you my lord, my lord? That would be rude!" Allan laughed.

"I'm serious! It's something I have to get used to, but I still want to be just Much to my friends."

"I thank you for this privilege, my lord," Allan said and gave Much a mocking bow. Much frowned in annoyance. "All right, I'll stop now!" Allan gave in, rolling his eyes.

"Anyway," Much said, changing the topic, "What will you do now that you're no longer an outlaw?"

Allan shrugged. "I don't know yet. I don't even know where I'm going to live."

"If you need a place to go, you're welcome to stay at Bonchurch. But just for a while!"

"I might just take you up on that offer. I'm done with the forest for now," Allan said. "But whatever it is I end up doing, I promise it's going to be just honest work for me from now on."

Much nodded in approval. "Good. Because I'm going to be the first one to turn you in if you mess up again." The smile on his face let Allan know that he was just joking – they both knew Allan had left behind the life of lies and deceit.

Archer watched the celebrations from the window while struggling with a button on his sleeve. Being a nobleman meant that he finally got a change of clothes with no holes or patches, but that seemed to come with inconvenient buttons and fastenings. Opening them was much easier than closing them, anyway.

"Why are you hiding in here?"

Kate's voice made Archer jump.

"Kate!" he said, spinning around to face her. "I'm not hiding."

"Then why has no-one seen you out there? You should be celebrating with us," she said and walked closer. With swift fingers she grabbed Archer's wrist and closed the button.

Just one more thing she was better at than him.

"I just… I don't know if I feel like celebrating," he admitted.

Kate's eyebrows knotted in confusion. "Why not? We're finally free, and you've been legitimised. You have a place to call home now. What's there not to celebrate?"

Archer let out a deep sigh and leant against the windowsill. "That's just it. I don't belong here, not really. Those are Robin's people out there, not mine," he said, gesturing outside.

"Well I happen to be one of those people, and I say that you're being a fool and talking nonsense. Now, come out there and get drunk with me," she held out her hand to him.

Archer hesitated.

"I don't think you're allowed to talk to me like that," he said. His tone was serious, but the slight tugging at his lips was enough to tell Kate that he was just joking.

"I'm sorry, should I curtsey? Call you my lord? I think I've earned the right not to do that," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, I think you have."

"Now, stop moping around and come out there." Kate turned to leave, but stopped at the door. "Archer?"

Archer was looking out of the window again, lost in his thoughts. "How do you feel about Paris?"

Kate blinked in confusion. "Paris?"

"Yes. I've never been outside of England before," Archer said, still not looking directly at her.

Kate approached him again. "You're not thinking of running away, are you?"

"No!" he turned to look at her. "I just thought that now that I finally have a place to return to… Well, I might as well take advantage of it."

"And you have access to money," she pointed out.

"That too. Isn't it the duty of the youngest son to waste his family's fortunes on irresponsible adventures?"

"So you're planning on going to Paris and getting in trouble?" Kate asked, raising an eyebrow.

Archer shrugged. "Paris, or some other place. Wherever I end up."

"You would think you'd had enough adventures for now."

"Yes, you would," Archer laughed. "So, what do you say?"

"About what?"

"About Paris. Or wherever. Irresponsible adventures in general. Do you want to come or not?"

"Wait, you're asking me to come with you?"

"Yes." Archer pushed himself off the windowsill. "I don't speak a word of French, so I'll need someone to keep me company. And someone who can get me out of trouble. And – I hate to admit this, so savour this moment – you're my best friend. I want you to come."

Kate stared at him with her mouth agape. "You want me to… What about my family?"

"They've managed without you just fine. And do you honestly think that they wouldn't be looked after?"

Kate stood still, pondering over the offer.

Archer nudged her with his foot. "Well? What do you say?"

Kate looked past her out into the yard. "I'll think about it. On one condition."

"And what's that?"

"You come out there and dance with me," she said, meeting his eyes.

A smile crept onto Archer's lips. "I guess I don't have a choice."

The celebrations continued late into the night. Even though Robin felt his body already demanding rest, he could not bring himself to leave yet. This was what he had been fighting for all this time. He wanted to enjoy every single moment.

If only Marian had been there. That was the one piece missing from this perfect picture. Robin was grateful for all he had, but Marian's absence still remained painfully in his heart. It would always be there, but he was ready to move on. To live his life.

Robin searched for his friends with his eyes. John, Allan and Much sat by a table, all more or less drunk but clearly enjoying the night. Archer and Kate were spinning around too fast for it to be considered dancing, but their laughter told Robin that they didn't care. Yes, this was the peace they had all fought for.

While Robin was lost in his thoughts, Tuck appeared at his side.

"You must be happy to be back home," Tuck said.

"I am," Robin replied, watching as Archer stumbled over his own legs and nearly knocked himself and Kate down to the ground.

"I imagine it will take time to get used to all of this again," Tuck pointed out with a smile.

"It will. But I am happy to leave the days of being Robin Hood behind me. I'm going to enjoy sleeping in a proper bed again," Robin laughed.

Although, if he was being honest, Robin knew that a part of Robin Hood would always live inside Robin of Locksley. Just as a part of him lived in Much, Allan, John, Kate and Archer.

The days of being an outlaw were over, but Robin Hood was far from dead.