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"They dismissed the accusation," he said.

I turned toward him. "What accusation?"

"Treason. Entirely."

I caught his sleeve. "Guy!"

He smiled. "The commissioners also entered a commendation into the record. Oswin tells me that's rather unusual."

"Good."

I studied his expression.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Don't do that."

"Do what?"

"You have something else to tell me."

His smile widened.

"They've offered me the sheriff's position again."

I stopped walking. "They offered you your position back?"

"Yes."

"And?"

"I told them I'd consider it."

I stared at him. "You told them you'd consider it?"

"That's what I said."

"Guy, you've wanted that office your entire life."

He looked at me calmly.

"You were a stablehand's boy in Lincolnshire," I continued. "You spent twenty years working your way up. You earned that position."

"I know."

"Then why wouldn't you accept?"

He was quiet for a moment. "Because I'm beginning to understand there's more to my life than Nottingham Castle."

I stared at him. "Oh, absolutely not."

His eyebrows rose. "Robin."

"No. You're not doing that."

"Doing what?"