Confessions
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Adult +
Chapters:
12
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3,201
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Chapter 5
Chapter 5
The summer sun was at its highest at the beginning of July when Guy was forced to make peace with me. We were out on our usual ride, across the estate and then through the outskirts of the forest when a passing pheasant frightened Rosa. I wasn’t fond of the birds at the best of times, and even less so when one flew up and across Rosa’s path. She was a young, inexperienced horse and so she took off, taking me with her. Back then I was a very competent rider, but of course Guy had no way of knowing that. As Rosa quickened into a gallop, I tugged on her reins and tried to stop her, but I realised that she needed to work this one out for herself. Sitting back a little further in the saddle, I let her have her head.
Guy didn’t see what I saw, however. Presumably with the memory of what had happened last time fresh in his mind, he gave Fury a hefty kick and managed to gallop alongside me. Reaching over an impossible distance in his saddle, he caught hold of Rosa’s reins and managed to slow her to a reasonable canter.
“It’s all right, Guy,” I panted. “She just got scared, we’re fine.”
I caught for a moment the brief look of terror in Guy’s eyes before the usual steely mask descended, and I realised what he was thinking-I didn’t know at that time what my husband had done to Guy, but I realised enough to know that he feared the consequences of any injury or mishap to me.
Irrationally, I began to giggle. “She has her moments, this horse, but she’s young. She’ll grow out of it.” The horses slowed to a walk and Guy righted himself in his saddle.
“Are you alright, my Lady?” Guy asked, all courtesy.
“I’d be better if you’d start calling me Mildred again,” I replied, sensing that this was the time for a truce. “I know you’ve been angry with me, but for my husband’s sake, we ought to try to tolerate one another. After all, you do seem to be charged with the responsibility of looking after me.” I smiled wryly. “Not that I need looking after.”
“Is that so?” Guy’s attempt at a sneer broke into a brief smile. He sighed. “I suppose you’re right. The Sheriff won’t appreciate it if we keep bickering amongst ourselves.”
I was tempted to retort that it wasn’t me that was holding the grudge, but, for the sake of a truce, I refrained. Gathering up my reins I turned Rosa back to face the way we had come. “I think we should cut back across the fields today, don’t you?”
Guy nodded, and we set back out for Nottingham Castle. I was relived that, for the moment, peace had been restored.
The summer sun was at its highest at the beginning of July when Guy was forced to make peace with me. We were out on our usual ride, across the estate and then through the outskirts of the forest when a passing pheasant frightened Rosa. I wasn’t fond of the birds at the best of times, and even less so when one flew up and across Rosa’s path. She was a young, inexperienced horse and so she took off, taking me with her. Back then I was a very competent rider, but of course Guy had no way of knowing that. As Rosa quickened into a gallop, I tugged on her reins and tried to stop her, but I realised that she needed to work this one out for herself. Sitting back a little further in the saddle, I let her have her head.
Guy didn’t see what I saw, however. Presumably with the memory of what had happened last time fresh in his mind, he gave Fury a hefty kick and managed to gallop alongside me. Reaching over an impossible distance in his saddle, he caught hold of Rosa’s reins and managed to slow her to a reasonable canter.
“It’s all right, Guy,” I panted. “She just got scared, we’re fine.”
I caught for a moment the brief look of terror in Guy’s eyes before the usual steely mask descended, and I realised what he was thinking-I didn’t know at that time what my husband had done to Guy, but I realised enough to know that he feared the consequences of any injury or mishap to me.
Irrationally, I began to giggle. “She has her moments, this horse, but she’s young. She’ll grow out of it.” The horses slowed to a walk and Guy righted himself in his saddle.
“Are you alright, my Lady?” Guy asked, all courtesy.
“I’d be better if you’d start calling me Mildred again,” I replied, sensing that this was the time for a truce. “I know you’ve been angry with me, but for my husband’s sake, we ought to try to tolerate one another. After all, you do seem to be charged with the responsibility of looking after me.” I smiled wryly. “Not that I need looking after.”
“Is that so?” Guy’s attempt at a sneer broke into a brief smile. He sighed. “I suppose you’re right. The Sheriff won’t appreciate it if we keep bickering amongst ourselves.”
I was tempted to retort that it wasn’t me that was holding the grudge, but, for the sake of a truce, I refrained. Gathering up my reins I turned Rosa back to face the way we had come. “I think we should cut back across the fields today, don’t you?”
Guy nodded, and we set back out for Nottingham Castle. I was relived that, for the moment, peace had been restored.