If only I was a boy….my gender marks down my opinions and people constantly think they disregard my feelings. Perhaps that is why I was so drawn to the Nightwatch-man; he offers freedom and escape from my life as a noble woman. My father tried to keep me home from the council of nobles today and perhaps he had reason too. When I got there the Sheriff was reviewing the quarantine on the village of Clun and admitted it is no longer necessary to withhold them food and water. It is however; much more fun for him to see they suffer at his hand. I protested heavily, but my opinion is overruled because I am a woman. I must go to Clun immediately and find Robin on my way.
Two birds with a simple stone! I wandered into the castle and persuaded the guards to let me take a few things from the Castle kitchens. I also gathered a few loaves of bread from Gilda, our cook, she had plenty to spear as my father had had to cancel the lunch he had planned for today. Realising I had quite a large bundle of food; I had to leave my Nightwatch-man costume in my closet and go to Clun as plain old me. When I later told this to Robin he simply replied 'You are everything but plain and old, my love' I rolled my eye and replied 'I sense that isn't the first time you've said that?' He looked sheepish and turned away. So I set off on my way to Clun and when I reached the gate, where Joe would usually be stated, I found a nasty replacement. I ordered him to let me by and when he refused offered me passage for a kiss! This would most certainly not happen if I were a boy! Ugh! Thankfully, at that moment an arrow was shot into one of the many creates of food in the cart I rode. I smiled and looked up to see Robin and Roy riding towards us.
I quietly informed Robin of my situation as Roy tied the guards up, we then went round the back of the fence surrounding Clun, and Robin then revealed what had been bundled in the shawl he was carrying. He handed it down for me to hold while he skewered the food on to arrows and shot them to the people in the village. 'That is a waste of arrows!' I tried to speak carefully over the sleeping baby, I now held in my arms. He looked down at me from the hill he stood upon and smile 'No!' He replied cheekily. 'You could simply throw the food!' I pointed out, raising my eyebrows. He considered his answer for a moment, and then said 'we could, but where would be the fun in that?' He laughed. I shook my head in defeat, and turned my attention back to the baby, when suddenly Robin cried out in pain; an arrow had hit his arm and the Sheriffs men were now racing towards us in haste. He began to mount his horse, concerned, I ran over to him. 'Robin, let me help you!' I hurried as I lifted the baby into his arms. He spoke his answer too quickly; the only words I could make out were 'This is no sport for a woman!' Annoyed, I shot back 'More than it is for a child!' I then added, trying not to show sadness 'Is he yours?' He did not have the time to answer and rode off, without a word. I felt saddened and betrayed, but I tried not to dwell on the question until I knew the answer. I dashed into the bushes as the guards rode by. I quickly got up and sought Robin, concerned for his safety.
I did not have to go far to be able to hear the babies screams. I, once again, took hold of the baby and we rode to the nearest village, for shelter. A kind woman local woman I have befriended let us in and Robin and I exchanged insults as he questioned my life while I tended to his wound. I blushed twice, when he took his shirt off and especially when the owner suggested the child was ours! We then had a heated argument, which lead to me walking out on him and the baby. He irritates me so! I am on the path home now and thinking over the days events as my horse pulls the cart along.
Authors Note:
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