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.
Disclaimer 2: I think the writers of this show are making it up as they go along.
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12th October, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
Robin has come up with a plan. I do not know if it is madness or brilliance - probably a bit of both. He wishes to take Nottingham, imprison Isabella, and to defend the town against all comers until the King returns.
I have committed myself to this cause, and so I told the outlaws about the tunnel the Sheriff had built under the castle after we returned from the Holy Land. I bless the Sheriff's paranoia: it was known only to me, the Sheriff, and the men who built it - whom I had killed - and so now only I live to hold its secrets. We are to use the peasants as soldiers, after all. Robin has such a strange hold over them. Had they been pressed into service, they would have been afraid, unhappy, weak - useless as soldiers. But because Robin asks them, because he lights them with his own passion, they are willing - eager, even!
But there are ill omens for this venture. We have heard that Isabella has a new lieutenant, one James Blamire. I know him. He is a mercenary, and a friend - as much as the man ever had them - of the old Sheriff. I do not like that Isabella has now found him - I mistrust what it means. Even if I ignore the shiver of superstition that I feel, Blamire cannot be underestimated. He is clever, and entirely ruthless.
And yesterday we found part of Isabella's necklace in camp. It belonged to our mother, and she cherished it. I am puzzled as to how it got there, but no doubt there is some innocent explanation. I am getting as paranoid as the Sheriff! Nevertheless, I showed it to Robin and Tuck. For a moment they doubted me! As if I would be so stupid as to tell them of its origin, if I were still in league with my sister.
And another odd occurrence, although I do not know if I would consider it an ill omen: Kate has disappeared, and we do not know why. Robin seems disturbed, but I confess I am quietly relieved. She once described me as "pure evil", and I do not think my actions since have gentled her opinion one whit.
Even with Robin's luck, we may not return from this venture, so I have told Tuck the location of Meg's grave, and he has promised to say a Mass for her soul. And so I am prepared, and tomorrow we go to Nottingham. God help us all.
Disclaimer 2: I think the writers of this show are making it up as they go along.
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12th October, in this the year of our Lord 1194
Dear Diary,
Robin has come up with a plan. I do not know if it is madness or brilliance - probably a bit of both. He wishes to take Nottingham, imprison Isabella, and to defend the town against all comers until the King returns.
I have committed myself to this cause, and so I told the outlaws about the tunnel the Sheriff had built under the castle after we returned from the Holy Land. I bless the Sheriff's paranoia: it was known only to me, the Sheriff, and the men who built it - whom I had killed - and so now only I live to hold its secrets. We are to use the peasants as soldiers, after all. Robin has such a strange hold over them. Had they been pressed into service, they would have been afraid, unhappy, weak - useless as soldiers. But because Robin asks them, because he lights them with his own passion, they are willing - eager, even!
But there are ill omens for this venture. We have heard that Isabella has a new lieutenant, one James Blamire. I know him. He is a mercenary, and a friend - as much as the man ever had them - of the old Sheriff. I do not like that Isabella has now found him - I mistrust what it means. Even if I ignore the shiver of superstition that I feel, Blamire cannot be underestimated. He is clever, and entirely ruthless.
And yesterday we found part of Isabella's necklace in camp. It belonged to our mother, and she cherished it. I am puzzled as to how it got there, but no doubt there is some innocent explanation. I am getting as paranoid as the Sheriff! Nevertheless, I showed it to Robin and Tuck. For a moment they doubted me! As if I would be so stupid as to tell them of its origin, if I were still in league with my sister.
And another odd occurrence, although I do not know if I would consider it an ill omen: Kate has disappeared, and we do not know why. Robin seems disturbed, but I confess I am quietly relieved. She once described me as "pure evil", and I do not think my actions since have gentled her opinion one whit.
Even with Robin's luck, we may not return from this venture, so I have told Tuck the location of Meg's grave, and he has promised to say a Mass for her soul. And so I am prepared, and tomorrow we go to Nottingham. God help us all.