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the recruits. “Now,” he paused, looking
to the crowd around them, “ That ” He emphasized,
pointing to Enders, “is what Sherwood Forest needs.”
    Everyone still stood in
astonishment at the bizarre series of events.
    Enders felt Harlow's eyes
on him, but he kept his focus and looked ahead, studying the
target.
    “ Weapons up
everybody!” Robin shouted, stepping backward toward the side of the
tree.
    Harlow sighed, taking the
next knife from her palm and holding it at eye level.
    She could have sworn she
felt Enders look at her once before Robin's voice rang
out.
    “ Fire!”
     
    *~*~*
     
    Night came, engulfing the
camp in darkness. Nobody lit any torches or started any fires. That
was one of the first lessons they'd learned at camp: No fires at
night. It was precautionary, in case any of the King's men were
scoping out the area.
    Harlow slipped quietly into
the cabin where twelve other men made themselves at home. A group
to the right made a considerable amount of noise as they joked
about their day. Harlow noticed Enders in the bunch. She averted
her eyes immediately, trying to avoid him.
    Instead, she scanned the
room. She found a small cot in the corner of the room, seemingly
farther away from everyone else.
    Perfect.
    She walked to the cot, a
mattress on the hardwood floor, and dropped her bag onto it. She
placed her weapons up against the wall next to her and sat
down.
    She ruffled through her
bag, looking at her things, making sure she had everything. She
hadn't brought much, seeing as most of her things were far too
feminine. She had, however, managed to make off with some of her
more precious items that wouldn't give her away.
    She looked around the room
again, examining the proximity of each cot to the next. She had a
cot to the far side, which no one had taken; she found it odd, but
decided not to question it. She felt curious as to way no one else
claimed the spot. She supposed they may have felt more comfortable
with other people in their close proximity.
    After she ruffled through
her bag, she plopped it onto the floor next to her, and stretched
out on the cot. She felt comfortable, even with her under-wrapping
firmly in place, keeping her chest looking flat. But, she was so
tired it hadn't bothered her.
    Her eyes fluttered as she
tried to think of ways to conceal herself while feeling comfortable
at the same time. She concluded it wasn't very possible.
    “ Henry?”
Harlow stirred slightly before jumping up, one hand going for her
weaponry, the other propping herself up.
    “ Whoa!”
Enders' exclaimed, putting his hands up defensively, his eyes wider
than usual.
    Harlow let out a breath of
relief and calmed down, retracting her arm from the weaponry and
rubbing her face. “Sorry.” She said simply, giving him a weak
smile.
    “ A little
defensive, I see.” He said, sitting down next to her cot and
crossing his legs.
    Harlow snorted. “Yeah,
well, only when I sleep.”
    Enders nodded. “I'd
say.”
    Silence fell over the two,
as Harlow ran things through her mind. Was her hat still on? Was
her hair poking out? Did she look too feminine in her
sleep?
    “ How ya'
holding up?” Enders asked, catching Harlow's attention and bringing
her back to reality.
    Harlow nodded and looked at
him. “I'm fine.” She furrowed her eyebrow at him, noticing the
group of men in the corner, still being loud and disruptive. “How
are you?”
    Enders' shrugged, looking
away from her. “Fine.” The two sat in silence for a moment. “You
looked really distracted during training.”
    Harlow nodded. “Did I
really?”
    Enders smiled a bit. “Yeah.
You really did.”
    Harlow smiled at her hands
in her lap, before looking at him. “Well, I'm fine, man. Thanks for
the concern.”
    Enders sighed and moved
slightly, to stand up. “Alright, I'll let you get to sleep
then.”
    Harlow nodded, offering a
slight smile, moving to lay back down.
    “ But, um,” He
said, before she laid back down. “I'm sorry about