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.