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popping out of my mask ten minutes later when Maxine pulled me away, handing me a goblet of wine.
    “They were just about to bring out the trained bear,” I muttered, disappointed.
    Maxine laughed, a loud, fun sound. “I will never tire of your company, Lady Mary,” he roared.
    I couldn’t help but grin in return before I cast my eyes over the crowd and had a heart attack.
    Two men were walking together, carefully searching the room. One was a mountain of a man, a giant who looked as strong as an ox. The other was tall and limber and carried a sword with the assurance of a man who knew how to use it. They could only be Little John and Will Scarlet.
    I wildly twisted a round, trying to avoid their stares. Marian must have seen me and tattled after all. The snitch.
    “Lady Mary, are you well?” Maxine inquired.
    “Yes, I’m perfectly fine,” I said as I slowly side stepped until I was hiding behind Maxine’s body. “I just saw some acquaintances I would rather not run into at this moment,” I said as I looked for the nearest exit.
    There was no way around it, I would have to leave. Now .
    To my surprise Maxine grabbed my hands and swung me out to the dance floor.
    “Wh-what are you doing?” I hissed as Maxine twirled me around.
    “It’s those two strapping young men who entered after Lady Marian, right? They’ll be less likely to spot you in this whirling mob,” Maxine logically pointed out.
    “Thank you, how ever did you know?” I asked, bumbling on my feet like a hobbled horse.
    “Your facial reaction was pretty obvious when you spotted them,” Maxine dryly said, spinning me in a wild circle.
    “Perhaps,” I agreed.
    Maxine snorted. “You are much more mysterious, Lady Mary, than I originally thought.”
    “What makes you say that?” I asked, nearly ramming into a beautiful girl who was dressed to resemble a fox.
    “Because with each passing day you seem to run into more and more acquaintances you would like to avoid,” Maxine said, spinning me into his arms. “Are you an angry woman, Mary?”
    “Excuse me?” I sputtered before he swung me away from him again.
    “Do you make enemies easily?”
    “I never said Marian was my enemy,” I countered, narrowly avoiding a man dressed like a court jester.
    Maxine arched an eyebrow while reaching out to grab my waist with his free arm. “You don’t say?” he asked.
    “Excuse me,” rumbled a deep voice I would never be able to misplace. “Could I have this dance?”
    I slowly dragged my panicked eyes away from Maxine and settled them on Little John, who was clogging up the flow of the dance while he patiently waited for my response, his hand outstretched.
    Maxine opened his mouth to deny Little John’s request while he tugged me backwards, but I moved first.
    “Thank you, Lord Maxine, for the lovely dance. I shall return to you shortly,” I said, pulling my hand out of his grip before transferring it over to Little John’s.
    “Are you sure, Lady Mary?” Maxine asked, eyeing Little John.
    “Yes. It’s no use, I’ve been caught,” I said with a half-hearted smile before I allowed Little John to pull me away.
    Little John led me through the dance floor, stopping when we were next to an open balcony door that was on the outer perimeter of the room. We could talk in relative privacy and fake dancing without bothering the other dancers.
    “Lady Mary, is it?” Little John asked.
    “Yes,” I crisply replied. “And what is your name, sir?” I asked with faked cheer.
    “You know my name, Robyn,” Little John hissed.
    “You seem to have mistaken me for someone else, kind sir,” I said, my voice turning cold.
    Little John snapped his head back, as though I had physically slapped him. “Robyn, I-I’m sorry,” he stammered.
    “For what?” I spat. “For running an unfair contest? For demanding to take my place? For driving me out of Sherwood?”
    “I didn’t mean—I’m sorry,” Little John pleaded.
    “Of course you are,” I