Sir Guy's diary
Disclaimer, so no one calls the police: this is the fictional diary of Sir Guy of Gisborne from the Robin Hood BBC TV series. This season he basically has two settings: homicidal or suicidal, so please also consider this a trigger warning.
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30th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
We are back at the outlaw's camp, though the return journey took a great deal longer on foot. I am in an odd position. Robin has accepted me. He speaks up for me to the others, and I do not know what to make of it. He is almost protective of me. I suspect I may have become another of the hopeless causes that he loves to espouse. I do not need a champion!
Except that, in this camp, perhaps I do. The giant (John) and the former Earl of Bonchurch (Much) treat me with grudging acceptance and mutual distrust. Allan and I avoid each other - I think we are both nervous of seeming to conspire. The blonde woman, Kate, makes no secret of the fact that she will never trust me - apparently I murdered her brother, though in truth I do not remember the event. She tolerates me for Robin's sake. She and Robin seem very close. It is... oddly painful for me to witness. I hurt for Marian, and I do not understand why. She would not have expected him to wear the willow for the rest of his life. And it's not as if I am jealous over the screeching harpy!
Tuck is a warrior-priest and an idealist, even more so than Robin. He believes we are fighting a crusade against Prince John and Isabella. I declined his offer of confession - my sins are too heavy for the absolution of one priest, no matter how mighty a servant of the Lord he may be. So now he treats me as he would a sharp tool: he speaks practically of how best to use me in a fight, and he does not trust me not to cut him if I am handled unwarily. He at least does not hold a personal grudge against me.
Only Robin treats me as a member of the gang - and I am pathetically grateful. I would never have expected this. I would never have imagined that Hood, of all people, would be the solid rock against which I set my back. I know he will lead me into peril, he will endanger my life and liberty - and yet I know he will not let me down.
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30th September, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
We are back at the outlaw's camp, though the return journey took a great deal longer on foot. I am in an odd position. Robin has accepted me. He speaks up for me to the others, and I do not know what to make of it. He is almost protective of me. I suspect I may have become another of the hopeless causes that he loves to espouse. I do not need a champion!
Except that, in this camp, perhaps I do. The giant (John) and the former Earl of Bonchurch (Much) treat me with grudging acceptance and mutual distrust. Allan and I avoid each other - I think we are both nervous of seeming to conspire. The blonde woman, Kate, makes no secret of the fact that she will never trust me - apparently I murdered her brother, though in truth I do not remember the event. She tolerates me for Robin's sake. She and Robin seem very close. It is... oddly painful for me to witness. I hurt for Marian, and I do not understand why. She would not have expected him to wear the willow for the rest of his life. And it's not as if I am jealous over the screeching harpy!
Tuck is a warrior-priest and an idealist, even more so than Robin. He believes we are fighting a crusade against Prince John and Isabella. I declined his offer of confession - my sins are too heavy for the absolution of one priest, no matter how mighty a servant of the Lord he may be. So now he treats me as he would a sharp tool: he speaks practically of how best to use me in a fight, and he does not trust me not to cut him if I am handled unwarily. He at least does not hold a personal grudge against me.
Only Robin treats me as a member of the gang - and I am pathetically grateful. I would never have expected this. I would never have imagined that Hood, of all people, would be the solid rock against which I set my back. I know he will lead me into peril, he will endanger my life and liberty - and yet I know he will not let me down.