Never Underestimate the Gypsy
Chapter 9
Third P.O.V
Longstride and his men got into Nottingham to see that there was no sheriff around it made them nervous Allen walked up to an old woman "Excuse me miss I was wondering if you an tell me where the sheriff and his men are."
"Oh of course son, they are headed into the woods to fin d a gypsy woman and Robin Longstride and his men."
"Really, do they know where they are?"
"Yes they found a village with a gypsy wagon where the woman lives."
Panic Shot through the men and Allen thanked her quickly before turning back to the group, the men got back on the horse and rode back to the village as fast as possible to find a few huts burned down there were tracks from hoof prints, some of the people of the village were wounded, the fryer was one of them, his head was bleeding Marion was tending to him, when she saw that they were coming she took off running down the road to them anger filled her face Robin caught her and held her for a moment "What happened here?"
"He took her, the sheriff took her, they attacked the village arrested some of the children for thieves and said he would be back for you after he had his time with Chavali."
Johns face flushed with anger and he got on his horse, he remembered where the mans cabin was and he was going to it, Robin was right behind him "Listen to me you can't go alone."
"I'll kill him." He said ignoring Longstride's voice, all he heard was her screams in his head.
Chavali POV
I was pulled from the horse outside of the Sheriffs cabin and dragged inside by my hair, he threw me down on the bed and looked at me "You will sit here quietly and you won't say a word."
I looked at him angrily but I nodded, he stood up and took off his cape and threw it across the room his face looked sick, he looked like a mess, "You are quite a beautiful soul for a gypsy. I always thought of your people as people with large noses and warts on their face, you look nothing of the sort." He said turning away from me.
I looked around for a weapon while he spoke "You know before I saw you I had an interest for Marion, what a fire she has…"
Finally I found a candle stick made of wood, it was heavy, I took it off the stand and hid it behind me "However you are a free spirit as well, I watched the day that you ran from John little when your parents were killed."
"I was working by fear, my sister was still in the jail."
"Yes, I thought of that, she was however already taken, she serves the king now."
'Thank you god you answered my prayer.' I thought
"But it makes no difference; you will never see her again anyway."
"Are you going to kill me after you have done what you wanted?"
He cackled with amusement "Lord no, I will keep you, I still need a bed warmer after all, even though you will have a scar on that face of yours, it seems to add character." He took my chin in his hand and forced my face up to look at the new found wound to my eyelid, I was amazed that there was no damage to my eye. I jerked my face away from my hand but he caught it in grasp again and brought his lips down on me forcefully, I ripped away from him and took the candle stick and hit him on the side of the head, he was knocked backwards but he wasn't too wounded by the attack, he put his hand to his head and looked at the small blood, I watched as his hand curled into a fist and he spun around a loud crack echoed through the cabin, my face and the wound to my eyelid burned as I hit the bed again "Bitch!"
He moved to straddle me and he held me down "I was going to be a little easy on you, but I may have to take different measures."
I let out a loud scream that echoed but it was cut off by his lips, I fought underneath him, Suddenly the weight of the Sherriff was loose, I looked up and cried with some fit of joy, "If you ever lay a hand on her again, I will kill ya." The scot punched the sheriff in the face and he was knocked out cold tears were streaming down my face he offered his hand "Lass, are ya alright?"
I didn't take it but I jumped into his arms and cried on his chest, he picked me up and carried me out of the door and set me on the horse, He didn't get on yet, but he moved the hair out of my face and looked at me "Did he do that to your face?"
I could only nod as he noticed the scar on my cheek and we stomped back into the cabin I heard crashing inside Robin walked the horse up to me "Are you alright?"
I nodded "Thank you."
John came back out and got on the horse behind me and we rode back to the village two huts were burned down and a couple of the children were harmed, I spotted Marion who ran up and hugged me "What happened to your face?"
"I was fighting the Sheriff and he cut my eye lid, it's a wonder he didn't harm my eye."
Marion took me into her house and cleaned the wound on my eyelid, it hurt but I was able to take it. John and Robin stood next to me as she was helping with my eye "You must keep it clean but your alright, and you can see out that eye?"
"Yes."
"Alright then you can go."
I stood up and walked over my cabin, I left John and Robin sitting there in silence, I closed the door and lit a lantern but it took all of me to light it because of how hard I was shaking, I sat down on what once was my sisters and my bed and shook for a moment, I couldn't believe what happened, or what almost happened, and I was always going to have the scar to prove it, I looked at my face in the mirror, it was not the scar ruining my face that I was worried about, it was the memory that I had of it that made me cry.
I wrapped myself up in the blankets of my bed and went to sleep that night , I had managed to cry myself to sleep.
Will, Allen, The Fryer and Longstride were gathered at the table that night, Robin had told them all that happened for once they actually managed to crack a smile "So John took him out and threatened to kill him?" Allen asked
"Yes, he destroyed the cabin."
"Where did she go?"
"Back to her cabin, she was quiet after what happened, she only managed to answer Marion in a short answer after that, I don't know what happened but I really think that it was something bad, she was shaking."
Everyone grew silent "What about John?" The Fryer asked quietly
"He is worried about her, I don't blame him, I am too."
"Not to add any comedy to this conversation, but where are we on our bet?" Allen asked
"Day three, your out of the bet."
"Well your not exactly the winner of the bet yet Longstride you still have tomorrow and she refuses to leave her wagon."
"Just wait for it gentlemen."
The next morning there was a knock on the wagon door, I shifted and with a sleepy groan I said "Come in!"
The door opened and a deep voice caused me to open my eyes "I brought breakfast for ya lass."
I looked at him "I am not hungry."
"Ya have to eat something."
I sat up and looked at him sternly "I am not hungry." I repeated.
"You haven't been this stubborn since your father and mother died, and dammit I gave that one to ya, but just because of the attack yesterday I wont have you starve yourself!" He said frustrated
"Leave me alone John, I don't expect you to understand." I said
His face flushed red and he shook his head "Fine, don't eat see if I really care, you will come out when ya get hungry."
"Watch me." I said
He walked out of the cabin, and I lay back down and closed my ear I didn't care anymore, I just didn't, I lost my mother, father, my sister was sold to the king, and I was still wanted, and my eye hurt, what else is there. All of a sudden I heard the door slam from Johns hut and loud footsteps, I opened my eyes again as the door to the wagon came open again, I was rushed by arms around my waist and I was thrown over his shoulder, he didn't seem to care that I was still in my nightgown and my hair was a mess "Put me down!"
"No." He stated
I let out a scream and I kicked "John this is not funny, put me down now!"
"No, If I cant get through to ya the nice way I will get through to ya the hard way."
Everyone in te village watched as John carried me through it and down into the woods, intrigued as I was kicking and screaming at him to put me down the village started to fallow, Robin, Will, Allen, The Fryer and even my friend Marion were at the front of the line, fallowing us out of the village.
