They're both intent and aware of every sound: each movement of horses in stalls sounds like it could be the footfalls of a man rounding the corner. There's nothing for it, though: at least they might be able to rely on surprise if caught, and with him armed and Marian disguised, they might well be able to quell a small attack.

Of course, that would only attract attention.

Best if they can sneak out with no one the wiser, and he follows Marian, heart pounding, wishing these stables had straw on the floors, or at least wood, rather than this hard stone that echoed back every step taken on it.