Faith Hope and Charity

Part 6...... Charity in action.

For 3 days the Lord and Lady of Loxely were barely seen though their embarrassed servants muttered that they could probably have been heard in Nottingham.

When Niamh was finally sent for to help her mistress wash and dress she found her looking well and happy . With Sir Guy in what was described as a 'rare good temper'. Only slightly spoiled by his having to go to Vasey today.

Charity followed Guy to the stables where Gaius had been saddled. ' Take care today my Black Knight'. She whispered gently as he released her from a soul merging kiss.
' Remember I'll be here for you when you return tonight'.

She waved him off and wandered back towards the house. She had no plans to be idle today. There was a great deal to be done for her beloved Lord.

Firstly she looked for Thornton. ' Can I ask you a question ?' She said to him.
' Of course My Lady'.

it was something of a surprise for the old servant to be asked by the Lady of the Manor who did her Lord's accounts. ' I do'. Thornton asked. ' I learned my letters and numbers under the old Lord Loxely and was doing the job for Master Robin when he went to the Crusades.

Charity smiled. ' Then I have another question for you'. ' I requested to Lord Vasey that Sir Guy be given a good share of my dowry. What share did he get ?' Thornton got his ledger and looked it up. ' Sir Guy worked out that it was about 1/8 of the total'.
Charity was fuming. ' The thieving scum. He's entitled to a share for brokering the marriage but surely the bulk belongs to My Lord.........'.
Determined to right this as soon as possible she got Thornton to find her a slip of parchment, a quill and some ink. Then she penned a short note to Vasey's immediate superior the Earl of Leicester reporting the discrepancy. Guy had left some guards to protect the estate so Charity paid one of them to deliver the missive to the Earl.

Now she had more immediate matters to attend to. She went to find Niamh. With whom she had already discussed her ideas. She would tell Guy when there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had an distressing habit of ruining his own chances of being well thought of.
' I think we might require the help of our friend Father Tuck' she announced. 'Will you take one of the guards and go to fetch him'.

Niamh allowed the guard to help her into the saddle of the horse she would share with the Friar.

Father Tuck recognised the dark hair and eyed girl. 'Ahh Niamh is it not ?'. He said benignly. 'How are Sir Guy and his lovely lady ?'

' They're well thank you Father'. Niamh said happily. She and the guard exchanged a look that said they had sounded perfectly content with life over the last few days in their room.

Father Tuck was rather pleased to be asked for help by Lady Gisborne again and climbed into the saddle with Niamh as though it were the best fun he'd ever had.

They rode through the forest with Tuck singing a song he definitely didn't pick up in a church that set Niamh giggling and joining in to the guard's embarrassment.

They therefore didn't hear the rustle of undergrowth as the figures of Alan a Dale and Will Scarlett came for the second time into view.

' Eh look Will. It's Lady Gisborne's maid.' Alan said. He had noticed the pretty dark girl sitting silently in the carriage whist her mistress donated to the poor and she was etched on his memory.

' Shhhhh'. Will silenced him. 'Robin's around somewhere. He doesn't know Gisborne's married remember'.
The loss of Marian had hit the young Lord badly and his hatred of the man now running his estate burned him like a fever.

The guard had been slow on the uptake and now realised who had stopped them.
' Should I arrest them do you think ? ' He said without much enthusiasm.
' No' said Niamh. ' You're not robbing us are you gentlemen ?'
' Not especially no' Alan replied cheekily. Especially if you want to give us a donation yourselves'.
Niamh told the Friar how they gathered money to help the poor. 'Then let me contribute to your worthy cause'. He gave a small bag of coins into Will's hand.
'Thank you Father. Most generous'. He responded.

'We ought to be on our way'. Niamh interjected. ' My Lady has a plan for helping the village and she's asked the Father here to help. You boys wouldn't like to join in too would you ?' She added blushing at the prospect of closer acquaintance with such handsome men.
Alan's eye twinkled. ' How about it Will ?' He quipped. ' The lady's asking so nicely. We don't need to tell Robin we're helping Lady G.'
Will looked most nu certain. Robin was not likely to have any love for anyone close to Guy of Gisborne at the moment so he mumbled non committally.
'You can count me in at any rate sweetheart'. Alan winked at Niamh.

Giving her a decidedly sexy look from his blue eyes as she rode away leaving her feeling happily flustered.

Charity outlined her plan. ' Giving alms is all well and good Father' she told the Friar.
'But I think the villagers should have the chance to help themselves.
I told My Lord on our Wedding Day that we ought to be part of the community here so I have a contribution to make.
We will buy some animals. Pigs, goats and so on that can be raised here by men of the village. We'll plant vegetables too. There are some good gardeners here I've seen their work. This way everyone in the community can benefit.
' A fine plan My child'. Tuck said warmly. ' And my compliments also to Sir Guy. His reputation would not have made me think him capable of such generosity'.

Mistress and Maid shared a look. ' My Lord doesn't know yet Father. I know it will take time to prise Vasey's fingers from him and I fear that at present his creed of
' Love is Weakness' may still prevail in My Lord's mind.
Best for the time being if I begin to put my plan into action first. I will talk to him about it this evening. After I have got him feeling......more relaxed'.

She and Father Tuck then began the process of arranging the purchase and care of the animals. And talked to the gardeners of the village about the vegetables.

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Evening came and Charity got word that Guy was approaching the estate. After a stable boy had taken Gaius Guy hurried with relief towards the house.
Vasey had been particularly sarcastic and mocking today.
His head ached with tension and he longed for the balm of Charity's gentle loving touch.

' Guy !' It was as though his wishing had conjured her forth and she was running across the grass and into his arms. Finger's entwining in his hair as she kissed him.

Charity's heart was bursting with joy. She had been so accustomed to having Guy all to herself for 3 days that it had been painful letting him go to the castle this morning.

For now all thought of her plan was at the back of her mind. Just being with her man again was all that mattered.

Thornton felt a glow of warmth at the sight of his Master and Mistress coming to the door talking together with an arm around each other.

' Good Evening Sir'. Thornton greeted Guy. Charity looked enquiringly at her husband until he replied ' Good Evening Thornton'.
Bless him it still sounded like it might choke him.

Guy felt himself guided into a chair. It felt strange yet very pleasant being taken care of as Charity knelt down and removed his boots.
It was a simple enough act but so intimate especially with Charity's warm eyes looking up at him that it was arousing him rapidly. They weren't alone however and even the open minded Guy drew the line at humping in front of Thornton and his wife Mary.
Charity was now pouring a cup of wine which she presented to her husband with a smile.
' Mary', she addressed the older woman. ' My Lord has a headache. Would you make some Meadowsweet tea for him please'.

Mary handed the cup of fragrant flowery tisane to Sir Guy and under Charity's scrutiny he thanked her gruffly.

' Could we have supper in 10 minutes please'. Charity asked the 2 servants. They took the cue that their Lady was asking for time alone so they silently slipped from the room.

' Drink your tea My Lord'. She purred softly. ' And I'll see what else I can do for your headache.'

Her fingers opened his jacket and removed it. Then they began to knead his shoulder's. ' So tense'. She murmured and continued her kneading while placing little kisses on his neck.
The headache was fading alright and being replaced by the more welcome ache of desire.
' Where did you learn that ?' Guy groaned softly as the knots in his shoulders loosened and soft warm lips brushed his skin.
' My Mother used to do it for my Father. They didn't know I was watching'. She gave a low yet entirely feminine chuckle. Which did nothing to end the ache in Guy's groin'.

His state didn't go unnoticed. Charity smiled seductively. 'Supper My Lord then a bath and bed'.
She found herself pulled onto his leather clad lap and being kissed hungrily. A bare hand fondling one soft breast. The leather gloves had come off as soon as she'd run to him on his return.
' Food first I think though'.
It was a gruff rumbling growl that shot straight between Charity's legs drawing forth a flood of moisture in anticipation.

She called for Thornton and supper was served.

It was a simple yet profound pleasure just sitting and sharing a meal together. Guy was beginning to learn that sex was only one way to be close to another person.
There was so much intimacy he had been missing out on. Perhaps now he would find it.

'May I discuss something with you My Lord ?' Charity had taken Guy's hand and was stroking the calloused palm. With a mouthful of food Guy could only make a vague sound of ascent.

' It's about the village'. She went on and told him of the plan she now had set in motion with the help of Father Tuck.

It took only Guy's swallowing of a mouthful of wine and his discarding of her hand for Charity to realise that she had not handled this situation as well as she might have done.

Guy's chair was shoved back with a teeth grating shriek.
' So this is where all this welcoming home has been leading is it.' He was sneering at her with icy coldness.
' Yes. This is very familiar. I've seen this approach all too often before with Marian.
Vasey 's right. You aren't any different from her. Why did I imagine you could be ?'
He was disappointed as much as angry. And felt tears pricking his eyes as he stormed from the room bellowing for Thornton to prepare him a bath.

Charity was distraught. She'd handled the situation spectacularly wrong.
Giving up was not an option however. She wiped her eyes and composed herself then called to Thornton for more hot water that she carried upstairs herself.

She knocked on the wash room door. ' More water My Lord ?'
Guy considered the matter. ' Come in'. He called and Charity's heart broke at the pain in his voice.

She poured the water into the tub. Guy's eyes were closed so she picked up the wash cloth. ' Shall I wash your back Sir ?'
She couldn't disguise her voice. Guy's eyes opened. ' I'm so sorry My Lord'. Her voice trembled at his expression. ' Manipulating and tricking you was the last thing I wanted to do. Please will you listen to me ?'

Guy sighed and nodded. ' I'm listening'.
Charity began to soothingly run the cloth over Guy's back as she soothed his mind with her words.

' I was worried that if I told you my plan before putting it into action you would say no without giving it a chance.
You're still so much under Vasey's thumb and it will take me time to break his grip.

I want to give you the chance of seeing that love and compassion needn't mean weakness.
You won't win the respect of the village overnight but it will come in time if you'll give it a chance.'

She dropped the cloth into the water and let her fingers trail over the mangled remains of the wolf head tattoo on Guy's arm.

' I know you're afraid of Vasey. What he knows about you and how he could so easily be your death.
It frightens me too. The thought of losing you now I've found you. But I also have hope. Hope for the man you could be with the right person beside you.
So I'm not going to let fear prevent me from being the person that you need me to be.

We're bound together now you and I'. She told Guy softly.
He looked at her. Eyes shining with unspilt tears, soft generous mouth trembling with emotion.
' Our lives and souls are on their journeys together.
I vowed to love and care for you and I don't make such promises lightly. I also vowed to obey you. So if you tell me to abandon my scheme then I will. But I'm begging you not to. I'm doing this for our future just as much as for the village.
All I ask is for you to trust me'.

A wet long fingered hand stroked Charity's cheek. ' You'll obey me ?' She nodded.
'Yes My Lord'.

A smile spread over Guy's face lighting his eyes. ' Get me my towel'.

He reared up out of the bath. Water cascading down his divinely proportioned body and Charity held out the towel which he wrapped around his aroused loins.

' What about the money for this scheme of ours ?' His use of the word which sealed his accession to her self appointed task was noted with delight.
'Father Tuck says he can get us some Church money 'by means and a prayer' and I'm working on getting us our rightful share of my dowry.' She grinned. 'Which we most certainly haven't had yet'.

Guy's towel fell to the floor and Charity felt him move behind her. His erect manhood pressing into the small of her back. ' Brains as well as beauty'. He lifted aside her sheath of hair and buried his mouth in her neck as his fingers began to unfasten her clothes and peel each garment slowly off her body.
' Hard to believe a degenerate like me could have a wife like you. I don't think Vasey realises what a power he has unleashed'.

Charity dropped to her knees and encountered her husbands eager member face to face
She had heard some of the maids chatting over their work. One had been outlining a night she had spent with one of the castle guards. She had talked about putting his cock in her mouth. Which by all accounts he had enjoyed a lot.
So she tried it herself.

Guy certainly seemed happy with her sliding him between her lips. ' Bl**dy H*ll Charity. I've dreamed about you doing this'.
He reached down his hands to shift her hair from over her face. He wanted an unimpeded view of his dream coming true.
He guided her on what to do with her mouth and tongue. Also how to further add to the pleasure by using her hands to stroke the shaft and balls.

She was inexperienced and it showed but Guy had never enjoyed a blow job more.
His Charity had chosen to do it herself and was making shy little mews of pleasure as her eyes smiled up at him.

Reluctantly he reached down and disengaged her. ' That was wonderful Angel. You're wonderful. So now I'm going to f**k you into next week'.

He lifted her up and bringing his mouth down onto hers carried her through to their room.

TBC.