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After five more days at the house of Ryia and her husband Emrys, Marian was beginning to feel well enough to leave, well except for her arm, Ryia said it was unlikely she would ever be able to move it again. She had to live with it.
Ryia and Emrys also thought she was well enough to leave, Emrys had arranged for a fishing boat to take her to Nottingham. He had friends there who would take her in. They were a lot better off than Ryia and Emrys, he said they had a large house with lots of spare room. Nottingham was a little too close to her old home for liking. But it was a start. She was beginning to feel anxious staying here too long.
She could hardly try and understand why her mind though she was in 1190. Maybe she was dead? Or in a coma? The possibilities seemed endless. These people seemed so real, it made no sense.
"Marian, are you ready?" The voice of Ryia was familiar and kind. That was another reason why she wanted to leave, she couldn't afford to get close to people. "The boat's here." She chimed.
Marian had no belongings so being ready was simple. She was fiddling with the cuff of her dress, it was so itchy and rough. Unlike anything she had worn before. It was a dress of Ryia's. It looked nice enough with a simple gray skirt and pale blue top, but it wasn't very comfy and her bad arm fit awkwardly into it. "I'm coming." She looked around the small room she had been staying in, it was time to say goodbye to yet another temporary home. She wouldn't let it bother her. This one might not even be real.
The sun was piercing and bright outside, pieces of bright light danced on the surface of the sea. Ryia and Emrys' little home was right by the seashore. "Is this the little lady then?" A tall man probably in his late thirties was grinning at her, he had large black boots on that sand into the damp sand.
"Look after her." Emrys told him, Marian knew that Emrys actually did like her even though he didn't act like it.
"Miss, I made something for you." George sounded nervous, he had sat with her a lot while she was recovering. He told her stories of strange sea creatures and old magic.
She bent onto one knee. He smiled awkwardly at her, then handed her a necklace. It was lots of smooth pearly shells strung together with a piece of fishing line. She smiled. "Thank you." He grinned at her then ran to go stand by his mother. Ryia hugged her, Emrys told her to be safe. They all waved at her till she was out of sight. They were lovely people, she shouldn't feel guilty for missing them.
The trip to Nottingham didn't take very long and the boatman Jack made it seem quicker with his constant talking. They arrived just as the sun was setting, the sea danced with the rich orange light. The docks at Nottingham were busy, all kinds of people bustled around talking and doing business with each other. In the fading light it looked like an old painting.
"Do you know where to go from here?" Jack queried while rolling up a piece of rope.
"Yes, the house isn't far and Emrys sent word, so they know I'm coming." She smiled.
"Safe travels then little lady." He grinned at her.
"Same to you." She stepped off the boat and into the crowd of very unfamiliar people. Emrys had given her directions, he had said that the house was very close to the docks. But it was like she had landed on another planet, oh gods it seemed like she was already lost. She pushed through the maze of bodies, desperately trying to figure out the directions Emrys had given her. The sun was almost down, it was getting so dark. Nobody seemed to notice her struggle, they all had there own bushiness or so it seemed.
"Are you lost lassie." It was a huge man with a crude sneer on his face. Marian's heart instantly started pounding. Not good.
"I will help ya lassie." He grabbed her shoulder.
"I am fine thank you." She tried to pull away from his grasp, he just clenched her shoulder tighter.
"I insist." He growled.
Marian gave another sharp tug to try and free herself. The man grabbed her good arm and twisted it behind her back. She cried in pain. The man's foul breath sent shivers down her spine, if this was a dream it was very realistic. "What's a pretty thing like you doing alone at this time of night?" He pressed his huge body against her. "Anything could happen."
"That is no way to treat a lady." A young man appeared, he had an arrow aimed for the man's back. "Let her go or I will shoot."
The huge man twisted his head around to see his attacker. He immediately let go of Marian. "I didn't mean no harm, was just a bit of fun."
"Oh I have heard it all before." Said the man. "Just get out of here before I decide to shoot you anyway."
The huge man was gone in a flash. Marian frowned, he seemed to be very intimidated by the younger man who was much smaller. "Are you alright, my lady?"
"I am fine, thank you." She brushed her skirt down with her good hand, it felt so strange to only use one hand. But she had bigger things to worry about than the loss of a hand.
"Ouch that must of hurt." The man eyeing her stiff arm.
"What do you want?" She groaned
"I just enjoy saving ladies." He smirked. "Wasn't it obvious?"
"Do you know where the Elliott's house is? Apparently its close." She need to find the house because she had a feeling being out in the dark wasn't the best idea.
"Of course I do." He held out his arm. "Come with me."
She gave him a suspicious look and ignored his arm.
"Well don't say I didn't offer." He grinned.
He chatted to her the whole way to the house. She wondered why he was so trusting. He just helped her without a second thought.
"Oh, I am a terrible person." The young man stopped abruptly. "I didn't introduce myself."
She laughed. "It really doesn't bother me."
"Oh but it bothers me, lady." He grabbed her hand. "My name is Robin Hood." He kissed her fingers. "And you are...?"
She wrenched her hand away, this was crazy why was she coming up with this?. "I would prefer you didn't know."
When they got to the house it was already completely dark, she could just make out a few of his features in the light of the moon. "Thank you." She said to him.
"My pleasure." Then he was off into the night.
How odd, why would she dream up him?
She stepped through the doors into her new home, the halls were bathed in the orange light of lanterns.
The hall and doors seemed to say to her. Fresh start.
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