Part 10
Robin….is the most infuriating man I have ever met, his confidence and arrogance surrounds and oozes from every pore of his being, but still….after all, after everything….I still love him. I love him and I have never told him…and now he is slipping away from me, like ground flour through my fingers.
The first time I saw him hurt was a Clun village. I could easily have managed the soldiers without his assistance but he gave it without asking if it was required, which was the first thing that irked me that day and then left me holding the baby, while he and Roy shot food over the wall, firing his arrows like a small boy trying to reach his target. When he was hit, when the arrow pierced his flesh, I felt the first dagger nick into my heart. I wanted more than anything to be there for him, to be the one who helped him. He the stubborn fool told me to go…that consorting with him was a hanging offence….perhaps he was right….no he was right. After all I was punished for my activities at Clun, humiliated by the Sheriff in front of the people of Nottingham and yet I would still do it all over again…to fight for what I believe in, the truth. That moment when I stood in the scaffolding, dressed in a coarse robe which made my skin itch and burn, feeling my hair be cut off... severed from my head. I promised myself I would not cry. Still I felt the tears well up in my eyes but did not let them fall, not until I lay alone in my bed that night…then I wept. It not do any good...it did not change anything…. But I would do it all again.