Guy and Agnes
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Chapters:
9
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4 months later A Saturday evening in September.
Guy and Agnes were playing chess, they had learned together as children, and this game they were playing , had gone on for a month. Agnes was pondering, half on her next move, and half on another matter.
She suspected that she might be pregnant, no periods for the last 4 moons, and serious sickness, that was just starting to ease. She didn't want to break the news until she was sure.
' Guy, I'm thinking that it might be a good time to visit Luke and Meg while the weather is still good. We might get to meet this young lady of his, he seems very taken with her.....'
She was waffling, and Guy knew it.
He was pondering his own next move, but the small smile on his lips meant that he had already guessed what Agnes was suspecting.
His interest in women, had meant that he understood a good deal more than many men. Menstruation had never been a problem for him. If a woman didn't feel like sex herself while she was bleeding, then he was willing to wait.
For himself however, it did not matter. A little blood on the cock could be washed off easily, and it wasn't as if one could catch anything from it.
Consequently, he was able to work out how long it had been since Agnes last bled. He had noticed that she had been feeling ill, though trying to hide it from him, and he hadn't wanted to tread on her dignity. Being a cautious type, Agnes would not want to give him the news until she was certain.
After Mass next morning they set off on the 10 mile journey to Meg's cottage. Meg and Luke had eaten, but Meg was able to find food for her friends. Agnes followed Meg inside, and told her the reason for the visit. Meg smiled silently.
When the Gisbornes had eaten, Meg suggested that Luke might like to bring Rebecca to meet his parents, and that Guy might like to go too.
On the short journey, Guy, amused by the subterfuge, explained to Luke his mother's suspicion. 'She thinks I don't know, we must do our best 'surprised' act'.
Meanwhile, Meg's examination told Agnes that she was with child. Guy, followed by Luke with Rebecca, knew by her expression.
He took her hands in his. 'So then...........when will this child be born?'
February, this gave Guy 5 months to prepare, he had decided that it was high time to get out of Vasey's employment. The man was scum, and Guy felt contaminated.
He was bu****ed if he was waiting around for Luke and the child Agnes now carried to be spoiled too.
Guy had not been an angel himself it was true. Contrary to popular opinion he was not lacking in a conscience, but the one he had was flexible. Some things that the Locksley's of the world ( simple souls seeing right and wrong as clearly defined and unquestionable), would call wrong, he had seen as necessary.
This did not have to mean 'nice'. He did have limits, but fool that he was, he had let Vasey use his ambitions as a way of getting him to ignore the promptings of his conscience and do the dirtiest of jobs. Things that really no flexibility could call necessary.
He recalled evicting a family with 2 young children and their mother nearly ready to give birth to a third, and an old man, defying the Sherrif on a matter in which the old man had been in the legal right. Vasey's answer had been an order to Guy to 'sort him out', involving a dagger in the ribs.
What he really could not stomach, was that Vasey got pleasure from these activities. Let's face it, thought Guy just because a job is necessary doesn't mean it should be enjoyed.
At the first opportunity, he made it known that he was interested in a change of career. Agnes approved, and in her quiet way did her bit to help.
She wrote a short note, slowly and laboriously, she didn't have much practice at writing. She sent her maid Kate to the castle at Nottingham, to the Captain, Aspley, who had an amicable working relationship with Sir Guy, to ask him to send one of his men to Shrewsbury Castle, to deliver the note to Sherrif Beringar.
Autumn turned to winter, and Christmas came and went. Agnes's belly swelled, but Guy was beginning to despair. He had not been short of offers of a change of employer, but none of them could be called an improvement on Vasey, some were worse.
Since sending her own note, Agnes had spent a good deal of time on her knees in various churches, before images of the Madonna,
praying for her help for Sir Guy.
Whether in answer to Agnes's prayers, or simple coincidence. One icy evening in mid January, Thornton announced to his Lord and Lady that they had a visitor. The impressive figure of Giles Beringar, strode in.
He announced to Guy, that he had heard, 'let's just say from a divine messenger'. ( He gave the faintest of smiles to Agnes).
'That you are considering a change of employment my friend. Well I, for my sins, am burdened, with the most blisteringly incompetent Deputy under the heavens. I have intended to demote, and replace him, but wanted to wait until I had found a suitable replacement, for fear that I may be given another such as him. What I have travelled in this inclement weather to ask, is will you accept the position Gisborne?'
TBC
4 months later A Saturday evening in September.
Guy and Agnes were playing chess, they had learned together as children, and this game they were playing , had gone on for a month. Agnes was pondering, half on her next move, and half on another matter.
She suspected that she might be pregnant, no periods for the last 4 moons, and serious sickness, that was just starting to ease. She didn't want to break the news until she was sure.
' Guy, I'm thinking that it might be a good time to visit Luke and Meg while the weather is still good. We might get to meet this young lady of his, he seems very taken with her.....'
She was waffling, and Guy knew it.
He was pondering his own next move, but the small smile on his lips meant that he had already guessed what Agnes was suspecting.
His interest in women, had meant that he understood a good deal more than many men. Menstruation had never been a problem for him. If a woman didn't feel like sex herself while she was bleeding, then he was willing to wait.
For himself however, it did not matter. A little blood on the cock could be washed off easily, and it wasn't as if one could catch anything from it.
Consequently, he was able to work out how long it had been since Agnes last bled. He had noticed that she had been feeling ill, though trying to hide it from him, and he hadn't wanted to tread on her dignity. Being a cautious type, Agnes would not want to give him the news until she was certain.
After Mass next morning they set off on the 10 mile journey to Meg's cottage. Meg and Luke had eaten, but Meg was able to find food for her friends. Agnes followed Meg inside, and told her the reason for the visit. Meg smiled silently.
When the Gisbornes had eaten, Meg suggested that Luke might like to bring Rebecca to meet his parents, and that Guy might like to go too.
On the short journey, Guy, amused by the subterfuge, explained to Luke his mother's suspicion. 'She thinks I don't know, we must do our best 'surprised' act'.
Meanwhile, Meg's examination told Agnes that she was with child. Guy, followed by Luke with Rebecca, knew by her expression.
He took her hands in his. 'So then...........when will this child be born?'
February, this gave Guy 5 months to prepare, he had decided that it was high time to get out of Vasey's employment. The man was scum, and Guy felt contaminated.
He was bu****ed if he was waiting around for Luke and the child Agnes now carried to be spoiled too.
Guy had not been an angel himself it was true. Contrary to popular opinion he was not lacking in a conscience, but the one he had was flexible. Some things that the Locksley's of the world ( simple souls seeing right and wrong as clearly defined and unquestionable), would call wrong, he had seen as necessary.
This did not have to mean 'nice'. He did have limits, but fool that he was, he had let Vasey use his ambitions as a way of getting him to ignore the promptings of his conscience and do the dirtiest of jobs. Things that really no flexibility could call necessary.
He recalled evicting a family with 2 young children and their mother nearly ready to give birth to a third, and an old man, defying the Sherrif on a matter in which the old man had been in the legal right. Vasey's answer had been an order to Guy to 'sort him out', involving a dagger in the ribs.
What he really could not stomach, was that Vasey got pleasure from these activities. Let's face it, thought Guy just because a job is necessary doesn't mean it should be enjoyed.
At the first opportunity, he made it known that he was interested in a change of career. Agnes approved, and in her quiet way did her bit to help.
She wrote a short note, slowly and laboriously, she didn't have much practice at writing. She sent her maid Kate to the castle at Nottingham, to the Captain, Aspley, who had an amicable working relationship with Sir Guy, to ask him to send one of his men to Shrewsbury Castle, to deliver the note to Sherrif Beringar.
Autumn turned to winter, and Christmas came and went. Agnes's belly swelled, but Guy was beginning to despair. He had not been short of offers of a change of employer, but none of them could be called an improvement on Vasey, some were worse.
Since sending her own note, Agnes had spent a good deal of time on her knees in various churches, before images of the Madonna,
praying for her help for Sir Guy.
Whether in answer to Agnes's prayers, or simple coincidence. One icy evening in mid January, Thornton announced to his Lord and Lady that they had a visitor. The impressive figure of Giles Beringar, strode in.
He announced to Guy, that he had heard, 'let's just say from a divine messenger'. ( He gave the faintest of smiles to Agnes).
'That you are considering a change of employment my friend. Well I, for my sins, am burdened, with the most blisteringly incompetent Deputy under the heavens. I have intended to demote, and replace him, but wanted to wait until I had found a suitable replacement, for fear that I may be given another such as him. What I have travelled in this inclement weather to ask, is will you accept the position Gisborne?'
TBC