Sir Guy returned at his glamourous, gorgeous best to Nottingham with soldiers, a “weapon” (oh, that sad old lion!) and a plan to flush out and destroy Robin and the gang once and for all . . . alas, like so many other plans, it came to naught. And he was forced to return to the loathsome, crowing Vasey. Still, Sir Guy retained a sort of defiance seen in the way he held his head, flicked back his lustrous mane of hair, and thrust out that beautiful jaw. Down he might be, but not yet defeated.