Chapter 3
"You may now kiss the bride."
Robin wanted to throw up. He didn't want to watch them kiss. At the same time he was still bleeding where Guy had cut him. That had hurt. Quite a bit.
Robin really wondered where Djaq was when you could need her for medical purposes. Then he remembered that she was dead. Too bad. It really was a shame. She had done so much. But it turned out she couldn't heal herself. She really wasn't a good doctor then. All the other outlaws could have needed her too.
Robin frowned, looking up, and saw Gisborne lifting the veil Marian was wearing.
They were going to kiss. Did they have to kiss? Robin felt sick. Yes they did. They were. They were still kissing. Was it possible for someone to kiss for that long?
Then they stopped. Gisborne turned to Robin. "Now we kill him."
"Do we have to?" Marian asked. "He's done so well as best man, he would make a perfect servant."
"What?!"
Robin and Guy both yelled. Guy did not want Robin to live. Robin did not want to be a servant. He was a master! Where was Much anyway when you needed him? He could cook them something. Then Robin remembered that Much was dead, too, thanks to Djaq's lack of medical skills.
It was not a good time for Robin.
Marian batted her eyes at Gisborne. She gave him the pretty face. The one where you could not say no. "Please Guy. He could be my wedding gift!"
Robin didn't want to be a gift. Well, he was not opposed to Marian getting him, but not as a gift from Gisborne. That wouldn't be nice.
Gisborne agreed. He turned to Robin. "You will be her manservant. You will do what she says."
"Or what?" Robin asked. Gisborne could not make him do anything. Marian could not either.
"Or I'll hit you again," Gisborne pulled out his sword. "And then I'll hang you!"
Marian shook her head. "No, no hanging!"
Guy stopped, sword in hand. "Well, we can draw and quarter him for a change."
That sounded painful. Robin did not want to be drawn and quartered. He also did not want to hang. Or be hit again. Gisborne could not aim very well.
"Alright," he said. Marian nodded. "You will do what I say?"
"But not what he says!" Robin pointed at Gisborne.
"That's fine," Marian smiled at him. "Come now, we have a lot of work to do."
"What work?" Robin wondered. Locksley was kept well. There wasn't any work that had to be done.
"I'm going to have a baby, you twit. That takes a lot of work!" she yelled at him.
The baby...what had he gotten himself in to?
TBC
Preview: First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes the baby....oh dear, how will Robin cope?
