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.
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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.
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.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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.
So because the New year can make us reflective on the past year I give to you a reflective Guy.
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