Please tell me what you think, even if you think its rubbish, I'm new at this and the direction would be good. Thanks for the one review the last chapter got, it made me write this one. Some background in this on Isobel, but some action too. :P. Xoxo.
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"DING!"
The rags fell away from Isobel in one fluid movement.
"DONG!"
Allan's head shot up as a lock clicked opened.
"DING!"
Gisborne reached the top of the stairs leading to the dungeon.
"DONG!"
Allan threw his body back just as Isobel raised a wooden post above his head, preparing to bring it down upon him.
"DING!"
Isobel landed beneath Allan and cried in pain as he held her roughly against the cold floor and Allan hesitated as he saw the delicate face of a young and frightened girl on his attackers body.
"DONG!"
"Allan!" Gisborne was closing in fast.
"DING!"
"Please, I beg you." Tears gathered in her eyes as Isobel pleaded for her life.
"DONG!"
Gisborne reached the foot of the steps and felt for the handle of the thick wooden door separating him from the cells. Allan stared at the shaking girl, unable to comprehend the situation in the slightest.
"DING!"
"Please sir, please. I'm Robin Hood's sister sir, that is my only crime. Please I have done no harm." Allan openly flinched at the mention of Robin's name and the pain that accompanied it.
"DONG!"
Gisborne made to open the door but excepting a rather loud groan it remained undisturbed. "No! No. Not Gisborne! Let me go! Let Me GO!" Isobel screamed like a scared child. "Be quiet and move." Allan would do one good thing today.
"DING!"
"Allan!" Gisborne unsuccessfully tried the door again.
"Its locked." Explaining to Isobel why Gisborne was not a threat at the moment, Allan jumped off the girl and hauled her roughly onto her feet pushing her in the direction of the small window, high up in the wall. "Now go!" He ordered.
"DONG!"
Relief washed over Isobel's damp face. "Thank you! May god bless you. Oh but thank you." She hurried to the window.
"Giz! She escaped! She escaped and locked the door Giz! Wait I can't find the key. Wait."
Isobel reached the window and hauled herself onto it. She turned to Allan before she slipped out. "Thank you again……… Allan."
"S'nuthing to me love. Now would you just go!"
Allan waited until he could no longer see her before making a racket about finding the key. He furtively glanced at the window once more before letting his master into the room.
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She was free again.
Free and alone.
It was the beginning of a harsh winter in Nottingham and Isobel was a well bred London noble woman currently dressed in nothing but a long slip and slippers, both of which were fairly battered after a week in that rotten jail.
And now that she was out, she hadn't any idea of what to do.
She had arrived a week ago and expected to find an empty house, having heard of her brothers unlawful in-discretions, and was amazed to find a party underway in her home. Until that night she had understood her brothers outlaw status to be an exaggeration, she had known Robin as a child before she was sent to London to enter society when she was 12, and could not for a second fathom him committing a crime against the crown. She had teased him enough about worshipping the King as it was.
Isobel had been naive enough to believe that her brother was just playing rogue and that he would return to his senses. Not once had she heard of how much trouble he had become and never did her aunt in London disclose to her the nature of the crimes that her brother had committed. Isobel had only ever heard them call him silly and petulant.
But now she understood. She understood it all, all at once. Quite an education for an eighteen year old in the space of a week but Gisborne had been dedicated to her tuition.
Every day she understood more and more. She understood now why someone else was living in her house, she understood now why her London guardians never talked off Nottingham and why they strongly opposed her visiting, insisting that it was for her own safety, and she understood most of all why her brother turned against the law.
Here, where she expected to escape the coldness of London and seek solace, the law did not exist in any normal format.
One thing that did puzzle Isobel, was why she had been kept so much in the dark. This she did not understand, try and try as she might to find meaning in it.
It could not have been for her safety for it had gotten her into this mess.
Not knowing any of the facts, she had stolen away to visit her lands in the country side and was imprisoned for it, and not knowing any information on her brother earned her nothing more than an indefinite stay in jail. A worthless pawn at the minute, but valued slightly as a wild card to be used to the sheriffs advantage if ever the situation was dire enough.
Not she definitely did not understand at all and she wouldn't for some time, for presently, finding a suitable hiding place was a slightly more imminent task.