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The Smell of Betrayal

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They see him coming, all dressed in black like his new master.
Allan walks near their hiding place, but he doesn’t notice them, or maybe he prefers to ignore his former friends.
“His clothes are new. He looks like Gisborne now,” Will says in a whisper.
“They both have the same black heart.”
“This, I do not like.” Little John’s voice is a growl.
Djaq is the only one who doesn’t talk.
Much sniffs the air.
“He was clean. Maybe they forced him to bathe... What’s this? Lavender?”
“No, my friends,” Robin says, bitterly. “This is the smell of betrayal.”