Ornamental Guy 2015 - Day 4

Guy was always ready to fight for what he wanted. I feel I am not what he really wanted or else he would not have sent me away.

Ornamental Guy #3

*Far away look* I wish I could remember Guy being truly happy.

Ornamental Guy #2

My handsome Guy looks like his heart and pride are wounded. If only I could see him one more time.

Ornamental Guy 2015 #1

To pass my time in the snowed in abbe where Brigid and I are still in refuge at I make ornaments that remind me of Guy until the day of Angel's Mass.

Calendar Guy - December 2015

Poor Guy. He does not seem to know what to do with Christmas presents. *SIGHS* Poor darling.

Calendar Guy - November 2015

A knight, even an errant one, needs a horse. A majestic horse for a majestic Black Knight. Enjoy November.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Guy-lloween

  This All Hallows Eve would not be complete without a little Guy. So this Halloween is now Guy-lloween and Sir Guy of Gisborne is our treat.

Calendar Guy - October 2015

 

If you go out in the woods today

You're sure of a big surprise.

If you go out in the woods today

You may run into Sir Guy.

 

 

 



Calendar Guy - September 2015

Sir Guy does not often have a delicate feel to him but when he does it is special. Happy September

Calendar Guy - August 2015

 A little something of a vintage feel for August.

Unthinkable

 I write this as Brigid and I stay in a convent. For after what has passed we now have had no say in the matter of our haven. We thankfully take the safety given to us by the nuns for there is nothing we can or should ask for from them. Though we are together we are not together. We are broken but I fear Brigid more so than me. I am afraid what will become of her if or when we leave the safety of the convent.

  Our story starts some weeks ago with our cart rambling on one day in the late afternoon sun, Brigid, who is peeved that I am driving the horses, and I talk of where we think we should stop for the evening to take our meal and relax. The settlement we went through offered no respite for us for there is no tavern or such comfort offered for travelers. As we travel on we pay no mind to our surroundings when we are assailed by men from a local farm that we had passed by, what we thought was a safe distance ago. Brigid tries to protect me as I tried to protect her but the men pull us apart and out of the cart on to the ground. Separated on either side of the cart I tried not to cry but to fight off the outlaw that was attacking me and and tearing at my clothes. I was failing when I heard Brigid's scream as her  clothes were being torn and this made me cry out in anger and I to fight and claw my way to get to a knife so I could stab my outlaw and then go after Brigid's outlaw and kill him for hurting her. Alas, my fight only brought about more evil from the outlaw attacking me for he started hitting me own my head especially after he tried to cover my mouth and I bit him. The last thing that came to my mind before darkness over took me was a man's scream weaving with poor Brigid's scream, as only God knows what was being done to her which I hope was not as it was, I fear, done to me and which I deserve for putting her in such peril because I wanted to see Sir Guy's grave.

   Forgive me for I can write no more at the moment for my quill trembles and the ink is splattering on the parchment and my shaking hands. Then again my hands are not the only part of me that is shaking here in my cell. I feel as if the whole world is shaking. I suppose it is for it is Brigid's my world that has been shaken.

Calendar Guy - July 2015

 It is a sweltering July for me and there is nothing hotter than Sir Guy in leather...well except maybe Sir Guy out of leather.

Journeying Back

  I take this down as Brigid drives the cart through the summer road made of dried mud and grass. Not the easiest of rides but better than some other roads because there are fewer rock and sticks as well as no wraiths. However, I think I would much like the wraiths more than the stares, whispers and the outright unfriendliness that at times follow Brigid and me as alone we make our way through the occasional village or farming area with the phrase of "Mad Widow Gisborne" called out at times. This has left us fearful but we refuse to show our fear. If anything Brigid, who is dearer to me than any blood member of my clan, has become more protective of me. Considering her age I feel ashamed about making her feel like she needs to be in this position but she has been instant.

  It is after our latest encounter of whispers and taunts through a small village that has left us more frightened than our usual fare. While our horses and cart tried to get through the crowd and their village they threw food as well as taunted us. We looked straight ahead and did not flinch when some of the food hit us. We showed no fear. Now that we are a good distance away from the village and are trying to relax as best we can with talk of this and that and of animals and weather. Polite talk but mainly we drive on in silence. I would like to be able to ask Brigid why we are being treated in such a fashion but I do not for I know she will not have the answer any more than I. Maybe I do know the answer and wish to ignore it. The"Mad Widow Gisborne". I am no more mad than those that throw food at us. I wonder how others in so many different places know of my identity? Could the holy man traveled ahead of us and told people? I do not know and am not certain I would like to know the answer.

  Finally I take the reins from Brigid to drive the horses so she may rest. She fusses that driving horses and a cart is not the proper thing for a woman of my stature. I only shrug and softly laugh while gently reminding her I was not always a Lady. She gives me a look and snorts but says nothing else. so now I quietly drive the cart along the road keeping a mindful eye out for robbers and others that may wish to harm us, as the ever protective and vigilant Brigid not so quietly snores. At this I chuckle as the cart and horses move along on our journey back to Nottingham.

Calendar Guy - June 2015

June seems to have gone on forever an yet this last week seems to have flown by so fast that I did not realize that June is practically finished. So I quickly put together Guy Calendar. I do miss him. Anyway, hope you enjoy the calendar for June.

Decision

 Forgive the passage of time since my last entry but I had taken ill by the shock of the news of Sir Guy and running after he holy man in the cold and snowy weather. I am doing better, despite being bled, now that spring has arrived. However I have not heard from Archer since he left that fateful night and I feel as abandoned and alone as I did when Guy made me leave our home and Nottingham. Well maybe not quite as much but I still long for the companionship of a man. Just to talk to. Alas, it is not be for I am meant to feel abandoned. Helpless.

  Maybe not completely helpless for Brigid and i are packing our as much as our household things as we can to head south to Nottingham. Maybe. definitely as close to Nottingham as we dare for I do not know for certain if Sheriff Vaisey wants me dead or not but my third eye is telling me to be careful of him.

  When I do get to Nottingham or even the manor I will look for Guy's grave and properly mourn for him. Then maybe Brigid and I will travel further south. Perhaps not to London, for my heart does not seem to want to now travel there but we will go somewhere. Away from York. Away from Nottingham. Away from London. Maybe even away from England.  I do not know where for though I may want to endlessly travel I can not for that would be most unfair to Brigid at her age. I should think more of her for she is my elder.

  *Shaking my head in sadness and weariness* I do not know what else to do. At one time I had strength, even before Guy, but since his banishment of me...*shrugs a shoulder* Who is to know! maybe I will find my strength and be strong again. I will be Lady M of Gisborne.

  

Calendar Guy - May 2015

A lovely month of May to all.

Calendar Guy - April 2015

A smouldering month of April from sexy Sir Guy.

Calendar Guy - March 2015

Always do love Sir Guy's mischievous smile. It is so honest of him. Which of course is a nice.

Widow Gisborne

  Widow Gisborne? Stunned. Sickened. Saddened. Going mad I ran down the street after the holy man so he would explain himself and his comment but I did not get far because there was an a band of steel around my waist holding me back. Screaming and crying and making a fool of myself to be let go by this band of steel. The people must have thought that a mad woman was running down their road. It was then that  I heard a whisper in my ear trying to calm me as I was picked up yelling and kicking and taken back to the house and Brigid. It was when I was set in the chair that had been previously occupied by the holy man did I see that the steel band belonged to Archer and that it was his arm that had held me around my waist. I did not know it was him until I noticed that there was an arm on either side of me to keep me in the chair and it was then that I looked up and noticed Archer and Brigid, who was running her hand over my hair and kissing my head and clucking over me as a mother hen will do.

  When I had calmed enough Archer removed one of his arms and sat on a stool to look at me and hold my hand while Brigid made me drink some ale. When they both asked me what was wrong and what had made me go down the road as if I were mad, my answer was a reluctant one for with Archer there I did not wish to say. Looking at Brigid I told the tale of being told that I am now known as the Widow Gisborne and that the holy man is unknown in name. Archer, who was shocked because he did not seem to know my true name, but he has always called me My Lady, stood straight and quickly left the house.  My eyes teared at his leaving for I did not mean to hurt him. Really I thought he knew but*sigh* he did not. I must guess that no one in York knows who I truly am for I have kept to myself save for the visits to market and to worship.

  With Archer gone I could breakdown in front of Brigid. I cried for Guy and for truly losing him, my husband. I cried for Archer and for losing his friendship. I cried for being exiled. I cried for wanting to damn the holy man and his words. I cried to cry. Through all of the crying Brigid held and rocked me as she did when I was a child.

  Brigid's soothing helped ease my crying but the easing of the crying left me with a new fear. Without Guy as my husband, such as he was, what will become of me and my protection? Archer could have been my protector, if not my friend but he is gone too. Yes this will leave me free to travel but as of now I am numb and do not wish to move. *Sighs* I don't know - - maybe I will return to Nottingham to be close to Guy or as close as I can. Then my life may be in danger from Vaisey or at the very least he could keep me. No, staying in Nottingham may not be the thing for me to do but I will find where Guy is buried and spend a short time with him before traveling on tosome place. I don't know where.

Calendar Guy - February 2015

Instead of the King of Hearts for the month of February I bring to you Guy of Hearts.

Calendar Guy - January 2015

It until I glanced at my kitchen calendar did I realize the month of January is almost gone.I went  to see what I have written on a Thursday towards the end of the month did I find out how fast the month has passed. I guess with New Year's day and Martin Luther King, Jr holiday here in the States that it felt like January has just started now that there are no more holidays this month.

  So because the New year can make us reflective on the past year I give to you a reflective Guy.