Faith Hope and Charity

25 .........Fresh start.

Baby Gisborne was duly named Edward Thomas Gisborne by his proud and doting Father.
Gossip of the new arrival at Loxley Manor spread like fire. Good wishes flooded in and Guy found himself clucking like an old hen when unwelcome visitors began turning up out of the blue.
Friends he was happy to see. But some he barely knew by more than sight......

' Oh you'd have been proud of me'. he told Charity. I was a paragon of courtesy and good manners. I wanted to tell of them ' Just f8ck off and leave us in peace'. But I contented himself by telling them that ' I'd appretiate some warning before you arrive. I do n't want Charity and Edward to be overwhelmed.'

He grinned at Charity and preened like a peacock. 'Impressed?'

' Oh very much indeed'. She chuckled.

Niamh came in. ' Beg your pardon My Lady but Father Tuck is here'. Charity smiled at Guy. 'I don't think you'd want to tell the dear Father to 'f8ck off ' would you darling ?'

Guy shook his head . ' No. He might be a cleric but he's a good man. And he's been a friend to us from the start. Let the man in Niamh.'

And in he came. Exuding bonhomie and benign warmth. ' My dear children'. He held out his arms to embrace them both. ' A gift from Heaven indeed. Where is the little fellow ?' Charity pointed out her sleeping son with pride. And the priest blessed him. Warmng a little holy water before anointing the tiny fore head.'

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The heir of the Gisborne's received the sacrament of Baptism at 2 months old. Father Tuck was both Celebrant and a god father along with Alan and Niamh was godmother.
The joyful day with a welcome distraction for Guy and Charity who were waiting for the verdict that would dictate their future.
4 weeks before Guy's trial year had been up and Merton had submitted his report to London. Now they anticipated the summons to hear if Guy had his royal pardon or not.

Only then could their new life truly begin. For now the past was a spectre hanging like a storm grey pall over their happiness.

Charity had insisted the whole of Loxley village be invited to join the celebration and it hadn't been are dire as Guy had feared.
The great unwashed were certainly no worse than the nobility he had to socialise with. Even better company than some of the more objectionable Lords and their Ladies.
He found himself able to forgot that his life might be in the balance. Though he was longing for the summons to come so he could get on and deal with what was and stop wondering what might be.

It was with a mixed cocktail of emotions then that he greeted the news that a messenger in the royal livery had arrived asking for him in the midst of the party.

He checked that Charity was safely in the midst of a sea of women clucking over Edward and went to face his fate..................

The messenger bowed. ' I'm sorry to disturb you My Lord'. He said. ' But you are required to attend the Queen Mother in London in 3 days time'....................


Edward was just beginning to sleep for longer at night but for the last 2 nights Charity had hardly slept a wink with excitement and nerves.

Now they were preparing to travel to London. Niamh was now just 4 weeks from giving birth and Charity had wanted her and Alan to remain at home.
' No ! ' Niamh had been adamant. ' I'll not rest My Lady until I know that your future is safe. Please let us come with you'.

Charity hugged her friend. Both of them in hormonal tears. Then she looked at Alan. ' I bow to the judgment of your husband Niamh. May she come Alan ?'

Alan chuckled. ' Too right. We want to see how this story turns out.
How about it Giz Sir. Are we coming with you ?' Guy looked at him dryly. ' I can probably find a use for you A Dale. You'd best get packing'.


Niamh had thought that going to Nottingham from Lancashire had been like travelling across the world. But London was something else. She had been travelling in the carriage with Charity and baby Edward while Alan was on horse back with Sir Guy and 3 guards.

They were pulling up now at the guest apartments of the Tower of London. Charity insisted the Niamh should go and rest in her room in the servant's quarters with Alan in over protective pursuit.

She and Guy were shown to their own rooms and got ready for supper and to prepare for the most momentous day of their lives.


After breakfast Guy and Charity shared a bath. Guy was too nervous and preoccupied to feel turned on by the proximity of his wife's body. ' A first time for everything'. He grinned kissing her neck making her shiver.
' Just as well really'. She murmured we wouldn't have time even if I were fully back in the mood yet'.

They dressed carefully in the same clothes they had worn for their wedding. Charity ran a hand down Guy's smoothly shaved cheek reaching up to tenderly kiss him.
' Whatever happens today I love you very much Guy of Gisborne. I've never been so happy as I have been as your wife'.

Guy let his lips brush with tender passion against hers. His voice catching in his throat with emotion. ' Oh Angel.......my sweet sweet love.....Let's go and face our fate'.

Alan and Niamh followed them to the audience chamber. Edward gurgling in his godmother's arms.

Queen Eleanor looks as impressive and alarming as ever. Guy let his hand slide from Charity's grasp. He turned and smiled at her. ' I love you'. He whispered. Then he
squared his shoulders and walked forward to kneel at the Queen's feet.

' So we meet again Sir Guy'. She said enigmatically. Then she looked around the room. ' I ought to tell you Sir', she explained ' that most of the people here would have been happy if my Son had run you through when he met you in Austria......Personally I am glad that he did not. You have done well this past year.

'Merton calls you a Hopeless Heathen. You are not the brightest of men I believe and rather easily led. However you had the good sense to finally wriggle free of Vasey and listen to much wiser council.'

She looked across the hall. ' Come here Lady Gisborne'. Charity walked over slowly and shyly but firmly lept her head raised until she made her reverence to the Queen. Guy felt desperatly proud of her.

' You have a precious treasure here Sir Guy'. The Queen gave her rare warm dazzling smile. And do I hear correctly that you now also have a son?'

Guy returned her smile. ' Yes Your Majesty. Edward, now 2 months old. And you're right I am a lucky man to have such a family'. He let his fingers curl around Charity's. A gesture noted with approval by the Queen.

' I would very much like to meet your lovely boy Lady Gisborne. When you are settled into your new home I will call on you'.

She waited to let her words sink in. Both Gisbornes looked first at each other and then at her in wide eyed wonder.
' You have earned your pardon Sir Guy'. The Queen spoke loud and clear to reach the whole room. 'And provided you continue to serve as you have done this past 12 months you will be left in peace.

As you know your family's old seat of Gisburn is in the capable hands of Lord Ribblesdale and We are in no mind to take ir from him. But are you familiar with the neighbouring estate of Rimington ?'
Guy certainly was. He had had boyhood friends there. Last heard of fighting in the Crusades. He lifted his face to look at her. ' Yes Ma'am. I know it well. It's a fine place'.

The Queen touched the bowed dark head before her. ' Then it is Your King's wish Sir Guy that you should become Lord Rimington and your sons after you.

She held out a hand wearing the King's ring and Guy kissed it to seal his bargain with the crown.

'Rise then My Lord'. The Queen said and you may go in peace with your Wife and Son'.

http://www.gisburn.org.uk/rimington/index.htm
Guy and Charity Allan and Niamh left the room together sedately. Only when they were safely out in the courtyard did they allow exuberant joy to burst out.

Hugs, kisses, tears and the nonsensical laughter of extreme happiness poured forth in a most undignified display, to the amusement of several guards.

' We're going back to Lancashire Niamh ' Charity beamed but as married women this time. No doubt by the time we are ready to move there your baby will be with us too.'
She stopped her expression becoming grave. ' We can't assume that Alan and Niamh will come with us'. She told Guy. 'They've served us well. It's only right that they should choose whether or not to remain with us.

Niamh handed baby Edward to Guy and hugged her friend. We're Ruth and Naomi My Lady. Where you go I go.* And Charity stroked her face happily. ' What would I do without you darling. Thank you. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Ruth


Alan turned to look at Guy. 'You gonna hug me too ? Tell me how much you'd miss me if I left ? Guy gave him a warning look. Though Charity could see it was half hearted. He would miss Alan terribly if he left. Though he'd die sooner than admit it.
So he took refuge in friendly insults. ' Hug you A Dale ? Not bloody likely. I might catch something. So I'm to continue to be subjected to your bog terrible incomptetance am I ?' Charity caught the twinkle in his eye and had to stifle a smile.
Alan just gave back as good as he got. 'To right you are mate. If I gotta put up wi your bloody bad temper and foul moods.
My Niamh's staying with you then so am I. She ain't going nowhere without me any more'.
And he squeezed his wife close. A look passing between them that caught Charity's sharp eye. So she quietly suggested they might want to be alone as she and Sir Guy did.

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The 3 Gisbornes spent a happy half hour together. Guy had never imagined that playing with a baby might be anything but boring but it was curiously, heartwarmingly satisfying. He felt a surge of proud happiness each time the little face lit up sending a toothless smile in his direction.

Eventually Edward signalled that he was hungry and tired so Charity fed him and put him down to sleep.

Then she turned a melting gaze upon her husband moving towards him sitting on their bed with a fluid nymph like grace.

' You did it'. She said quietly voice full of a worshipping awe. ' My brave, amazing,
incomparable Knight. You took on the forces of evil and have triumphed.
I haven't the words to say how proud I am. Nor how much I love you.

Rimington will be the best home in the world because you won it for us. For you, Eddie and myself and whatever other children we may have.

She kissed him. Letting her lips tongue and caressing hands say what words were inadequate for.

' Did you notice how the Queen was flirting wth you in there?' She whispered into his ear as she nuzzled his throat. ' The great Eleanor of Aquitaine reduced to a blushing maiden by My Lord Rimmington'.

She gasped as Guy's lips and tongue found her throat. ' I can't say I noticed Eleanor of Aquitaine.' He purred. ' My eyes were drawn elsewhere'.

Charity was back on his throat now nibbling and licking. ' Where were they drawn to might I ask ?'
Guy moaned in bliss as her fingers began to unlace his trousers. ' Oh g*d yes.......'
He'd been entirely celebate for 2 months but had hung on doggedly to wait for Charity to want his most intimate attentions again...........And it seemed his wait was over. ' Today has given me back my appetite'. She chuckled throatily.

' Was it anyone I know ?' She asked playfully. This marvellous creature that made you fail to notice Madame La Reine ?

' I think you might know her'. Guy played right along. He slid her dress from her shoulders letting it fall to pool at her feet. She whimpered as his hands found her breasts. He was extra gentle with them reverent even for they were engaged in the sacred task of making milk for his son.
' Her name is Lady Rimmington'. He soughed quietly. 'And there isn't a Queen in this world who can hold a candle to her'.

His tongue found a nipple. Lapping it like a puppy drinking water. ' Oh Guy. I've missed this'. She moaned squirming in helpless bliss against against his mouth and hands............
Their clothes lay discarded on the floor as they lay on the bed. Eyes connecting as
they pleasured each other by hand.
Charity's little hand pumping smoothly at Guy's c*ck and fondling the heavy ball sacs. Guy flicking a thumb against her swollen, throbbing clit while his fingers slid in and out of her circling that magic spot deep inside her.
The air was filled with the heady scent of arousal, soft high whimpers and deeper throaty moans.
Guy took Charity's hand from him. ' Can't have this ending too soon'. then he bent his head to lick up all the sweet musky fluid his fingers had drawn from her p**sy.
Charity peaked for the second time and he revelled in the primal, sexy music of her cries licking as though his life depended upon it.

Only when the last shuddering had died down did he move up so he could kiss her soft mouth again letting her taste herself on him.
' Don't you taste good My Love ?' He purred. Charity smiled against him. ' Mmm yes it's nice. But not as good as you do'.

She slid her lips over the head of his c*ck. The vibrations of her enjoyment pulling him closer to the edge. How the hell could he last out under an onslaught like this ?

The answer was....'next to impossible'. None of the boring thoughts he could conjure up made the slightest difference.
His mind was glued to his body and the deliciousness of sexual contact with his wife again.
In the end he just gave in and let the pleasure wash over him........They had the rest of their life together to f*ck like rabbits. A home and land of their own......An inheritance to pass on to Edward.
It was such a prodigious, stupendous ecstatic notion that it was the all he needed to send him into the most powerful orgasm of this life.

His cock pulsed and shot copious amounts of semen. Charity was in heaven too slowing all she could and letting the rest splash onto her face and breasts.

Post orgasmic stupour overtook them and they cuddled together beneath the bed clothes.
' Just give me an hour Madam'. Guy smirked 'and I'm going to pound you into the bed until you can't come a second more'.
Charity stretched luxuriously against him. ' I can't wait darling'. She purred.

TBC
Ruth says, "Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me." (Ruth 1:16-17 NIV)