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.

 

 

 



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.

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.

Back to Work

  I decided yesterday, Saturdai, that I have been in sadness long enough and came out of my chamber to help Brigid with the work. Poor Brigid was shocked to see me doing chores and inquired about my health. I smiled and gently kissed her cheek and told her I was fine and that I should be doing my share of the work. I also told that as we are late into the fall that there is a lot to be done before winter sets in and my help is needed. I also asked for Brigid's forgiveness at being selfish. She smiled and kissed my cheek and said yes she forgave me. Poor darling wiped her eyes with her apron.

  We put the kitchen and larder in order, beat rugs with our brooms,cleaned the furniture in our sitting area swept and  then we swept and washed the floor.


  We were so tired after our work was done Brigid could hardly move. So I saw to Brigid to make sure she was comfortable in her chair by the fire and gave her a warm drink and helped her with her stole so she could keep warm. Once Brigid was settled I once again started working on my forgotten embroidery.

  I believe it can be stated that the Lady M of Gisborne is slowly returning to her normal self.

Calander Guy - July

Time for Sir Guy to set off even more fireworks. He does like playing with fireworks of different sorts. Does he not?

Calendar Guy - June

Summer is starting to heat up. Don't believe it?  Look at Guy

Calendar Guy - May

He is long and lean and clad in leather with a few streamers. This month Guy is our May pole.

Calendar Guy - April

Sir Guy's way of looking for Eater eggs.

Waterfall

Until my writer's block unblocks enjoy the waterfall. Maybe if I do enough photo edits and such I'll be able to write.

Calendar Guy - March

Lucky charms, anyone?

The Dress

  I have made steps into returning to as much of a standard way of living as before the incident. I am no longer in my bedchamber as much as I used to be but I have yet to venture into the village. I still wish for only the furthest amount of contact with other people of Nottingham. I have gone out and walked the manor grounds caring for the evergreen plants and smaller animals. Guy seemed to have thought that I have a familiar or two. As if I am a witch.  Unreasonable of him. All because I am kind to animals and treat them with respect, while they bring me some comfort and companionship, unlike Guy. Yes I am still hurting from what had passed at Angel's Mass by Guy's hands, but now I am also filled with anger towards him as well and not just because of the event.

   I was hoping for Guy to return home and talk about the event but in stead, Guy now has the thought that he can tempt me or buy me into forgiving him for Christmas with a newly made dress. Or maybe he thinks he has to buy my love. What I do know is that it in stead of bringing the dress himself, Guy had the dress sent by messenger and that bought about more anger instead. After everthing that has happened, I still love him.

 

Snow in Nottingham

   Snow in Nottingham. Perfect. I hope Guy can make it through the snow for our rendezvous. He should be able to make it for it is a gentle snow. Oh so lovely for us the Saturday after Christmas.

Rendezvous

  For a time I thought I had been deserted by Guy. He has been gone for such a long time and with no word. So, what else was I supposed to think but desertion? Death? Never. That would be my undoing. And to be left in Nottingham no less. Do not misjudge me for there is some beauty in Nottingham especially this time of year, but the winter beauty does not ease the loneliness one can feel when her husband and blood relatives are so far away. Being Guy's beloved affords me few acquaintances because the people do not get to witness his tender side like I am privileged to witness. Yes, Guy can be ferocious but only because he feels he must fight for whatever he can. You must understand that Guy's father was a one-time landowner in France but due to my father-in-law's illness the money and property were lost. So Guy was left without a title and land. So Guy, in a sense, became a mercenary and does what he does.

  However, on a more pleasant note, as Fate would deem Sir Guy has returned home. That is in the only way that he can at the moment for it seems that Sheriff has all but made Guy a prisoner in Nottingham Castle and we only get to meet each other for a sort while every Saturday morning at midnight for two hours. The witching hour and he can be bewitching. Guy looks to be haunted so no words are spoken about where he has been or what he has done. No nagging just loving. It helps to ease his pains and my worry for a little while. We live in our own fantasy world where no one can see or touch us. We are safe with each other. If only for a short time.

 

  I have had my concerns on whether I would see Guy on Christmas Day for I have thought it not possible. Sadly, the chances were very high that Guy would be locked away in Nottingham Castle on that day but miracles have been known to happen.  This I pray for deeply, I pray that I will be able to meet with Sir Guy again this Saturday morning and that Vaisey does not find out about our rendezvous.

Happy Halloween from Guy

Yes it is very late but please do forgive me. A late Guy is better than no Guy and I ought to know.

NO Guy is not thrilled with the hat but it does match his gaudy shirt that he likes.

Sunday Kind of Guy # 3

  Another Sunday Kind of Guy where we find Sir Guy in a beautifully lit profiled set of picture from Series/Season 2 episode "Ducking and Diving" . I will get a GIF out of this set of pictures like I did with last Sunday's.

  I just found the pictures that come right after these with Marian...Oh the expression on his face! Maybe next Sunday.

Takes some time but here is the Gif. Lovely. *Sighs*

And the collage of only four of these pictures that made the GIF.

(Pictures are courtesy of Richard Armitage Central)

As Always,

Lady M ♥

Answer to the Method to my Madness

Dearest of Friends,

  In my previous correspondence I mentioned that there was a method to my madness for the number of Guy images I sent, I now have the answer...a GIF of Guy using the images. Kind of wicked looking. *Shivers*

Lady M

Sunday Kind of Guy #2

Let me see what our Sir Guy has in store for us this week. More than one picture? Perhaps?

Hello Yawny.

  Working the angles.

 

  Trust me there is a method to my madness. 

Lady M

Sunday Kind of Guy

  In honor of INSP ( cable station here in the States) starting to show 'Robin Hood' tonight, I thought I would start an as often as I can post called 'Sunday Kind of Guy'.  This is of course to feed the ever growing love for Sir Guy. Also these posts, I hope for more, were inspired by private Richard Armitage fan page that I have been doing some contributing to today.