"Sir Guy, this really isn't necessary, my dress is fine." Rachel said in the carriage.
"You look like a servant in that dress."
"So?"
"You're not a servant. You shouldn't have to dress like one."
"One of your servants was kind enough to lend me a dress to wear; I'm not going to let her think I'm not grateful by wearing something else." Guy just looked at her. "And I thought I was stubborn!"
"If you're going to be going to the castle and working with the sheriff and myself, you need to wear something appropriate."
"Again, what's wrong with what I have on? I'm dressed aren't I?" Guy sighed and put his hand to his forehead.
"You will have new dresses." Guy said
"You're not the boss of me!" Guy grabbed her arm and turned her slightly so she faced him.
"You will do as I say." Rachel gave him a look of warning then nodded to her arm. Guy released his grip.
"If you ever put your hands on my like that again I swear I'll make you wish you hadn't." Neither of them said a word for the rest of the ride.
Rachel couldn't stop looking at her surroundings. Nottingham, Sherwood Forest, it was all real! It had always seemed to her like mysterious places like Camelot; places that only existed surrounded by mists and in fairytales. Yet here she was. There were so many sights and smells to take in that Rachel walked into Guy not realizing he had stopped walking.
"Uh, sorry I didn't mean to bump into you I just….wow!" Rachel said looking around her.
"You've never seen a marketplace before?" Guy asked.
"It's, uh…difficult to explain." Rachel said distractedly.
"This way," Guy said gently taking her by the arm. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone she thought she knew.
"I'll be right back." Rachel said.
"You shouldn't wander off by yourself; it's dangerous." Rachel rolled her eyes.
"I'm a big girl; I can take care of myself. I'll be back in a minute." Rachel said and walked away. When she rounded the corner she ran into someone who looked familiar even though she didn't know him.
"You're Robin Hood aren't you?" Rachel asked.
"How did you know?" Robin asked. Rachel shrugged.
"Lucky guess."
"Are you Rachel?"
"Yes; wait a minute, how do you know my name?"
"Marian…mentioned you."
"She did?" Rachel asked happily. "Oh, I knew she'd come through! She told you I needed to be busted out of the prison."
"Uh, oh! That's right; she did. Yes, now I remember." Robin said as if he had forgotten.
"I just wanted to let you know, there's no rush. I don't need to be busted out of jail anymore. I'm actually staying with Sir Guy.
"You're staying with Gisborne?"
"Yeah. Weird huh? But now that I'm staying with Sir Guy I have a comfortable bed to sleep in, three decent meals a day, so there's no real rush anymore. I mean, I still need your help with something, but I know there are people who need your help more than I do right now. You'll get to me when you get to me. I'll be okay."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah; help those in true need first." Robin nodded.
"I'll be in touch." Robin said and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Robin turned around. "If you need any help with your job, I'd like to do anything I can to help." Robin smiled at her and walked away.
"Told you I'd be right back." Rachel said coming to stand next to Guy. Guy led her to a stand with all kinds of fabrics. Rachel gave him a sideways glance. She looked nervous.
"What is it?" Guy asked.
"I-I can't do this with you standing there staring at me; it's like you're watching me get dressed or something."
"I'll be back in a half hour, will that be enough time?" Guy asked.
"Uh-huh." Guy came back when he said he would. Rachel had bought fabrics for a few dresses. They rode back to Loxley Manor.