Dead Man Walking
Oh, don't you just love the Tax Season!! Well, once we've got all the money that is! Don't think the Sheriff was impressed, nor Gisbourne! Switching the gold for the sacks of grain! Genius, even if I say so myself! Of course, everyone did help out, just a little bit!
Think Allan rather enjoyed his role as a guard, especially the whipping Will bit. Wonder whether I should be worried about that?! Oh well, I'll think about that later, now is the time to celebrate one of our more successful attempts!
Although, I doubt whether Little John really feels that we won. He regained and then lost his family in such a short time. At least he did finally manage to meet his son. Little Little John does look a lot like our Little John, wouldn't be surprised if, in a few years, he grew up to be the same size as him either! He's already got John's spirit and determination, as well as his loyalty to Alice and his family. I just wish there was something I could do for John. He's given up so much, and lost more besides. His old family in the forest has all gone; everyone apart from Roy decided they would rather take their families and leave. And then when Roy died, it was like losing his son all over. Think we might need to be extra nice to our resident big guy over the next few days; after all we're all he's got. Isn't that a depressing thought!
It wasn't all about losing today; we did gain basically all of the tax money and gave most of it back. We thought that we should ration it out a bit otherwise the villagers might go a bit mad and spend it all at once. They might not have, but we didn't want to take the risk, especially after all the hard work we had to do to actually get it back to them!! In particular talking to Marian, which was, without doubt, the hardest part of the whole outing!
Couldn't believe it when Gisbourne told me to take Marian's things up to her! The one person who might be able to help us, being offered by the person who was the root of the problem, that's irony for you! Obviously Gisbourne didn't recognise me, why would he? But Marian did, always knew there was no fooling her. She seemed happy to see me, even happier when I snuck back in after old Gisbourne had gone. I really meant what I said about not giving up on people, I was sort of talking about Marian, but think she got that. I just hope that she didn't mean what she said, about it being too late for some people. Am I really too late for her? I hope not, I've seen what losing your family does to you; one look at Little John right now will tell you there's nothing that compares to the pain and sorrow of knowing you'll never see your loved ones again. What's worse is that I actually would see her, but with Gisbourne, and I wouldn't be able to talk to her, touch her, nothing, not even a smile. A world without smiles and Marian is not one in which I intend to inhabit. Something has got to be done to ensure that it does not come to pass. There has to be something. I need a plan, and quick.