One door went out the side of the big room, and then the door to our little room were down the hall a bit, so we could still look out a touch and see who were coming. Which comes in handy seeing as, though I’m the least moral minded of the bunch, I ain’t alone in doing things contrary to the law. It’s got a few secret passages and Malcolm, the big Scot that keeps bar, lets us know if anything’s amok. I went through the big room to the small room Tuck keeps for Rob. The lasses pushed through the lot, using a smile or slap as needed to get their own way. It were heaving with bodies, laughs, and mugs slinging ’bout. I slipped in the door and moved quiet past Tuck, the innkeep, and went into the barroom. It were rough, but none here would turn me out for being a thief and a liar. It were too hot and stank of beer and men, and I smiled. I opened the door to Friar Tuck’s and the air fair slapped me ’cross the face. Like, when you walk through a room full of big men drunk off their skulls, it ain’t so bad to be ignored. No one ever takes me for more than a knockabout lad, a whip of a boy. I’m Rob’s secret, I’m his informant, I’m his shadow in dark places. You taught me what it means to be strong.
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