Lady M of Gisborne

Friday, July 24, 2015

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.

Thursday, July 2, 2015

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.

Monday, June 29, 2015

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.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

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.