“Get up, Ben,” I said.
“No,” Isabel corrected. “Good morning, young man. And who might you be?”
“Milady. Ben Clarke, milady. Of the Clarkes. Of Edwinstowe. Milady.”
“Blathering idiot,” I muttered, crossing my arms. Tucking my hand in hurt, though, so the crossing didn’t last long.
“Please rise, Master Clarke,” she said. He did, awkwardly. “And what wares have you brought here?”
“My master’s. He’s a blacksmith in Worksop.”
“Scrawny for a blacksmith,” one lady said. Ben set to blushing and I glared at her.
“Ben’s learning,” I spat back. “He’s a good lad. Been providing for his family for years.”
Isabel held her hand out toward the ladies behind her, and one placed coins in her gloves. “I think my husband should like some new armor, Master Clarke. Please come to the castle when you’re finished for the day to fit him.” She pressed the coins into his hands. “Something to reward you for being such an excellent salesman.”
He bowed clumsily over the coins, looking fair awed and bloodless. “Thank you, your Highness. Milady Highness.”
Isabel nodded and turned away, and Ben threw his arms around me. “Thank you, Scarlet. Thank you so much.”
He let me go quick as he started, and immediately set to closing up his cart, I imagine to run back to his master and give the good news.
Isabel crooked her fingers at me, beckoning me along like a pup. Less than a pup, really. Least you called out for a pup.
I went. Most because in spite of her beauty and terrible sense of men, I liked what she’d done for Ben. “That will mean a great deal for him,” I told her. It were the closest I could come to thanking her for it.
She lifted a shoulder. “My husband’s reputation needs improvement, Lady Marian.” Her eyes met mine sharp. “It may be expensive to buy a loyal sword, but peasant loyalty is bought rather cheap, don’t you think? They will talk of it for years. The kindness of the prince and princess—and when Richard returns, he will hear of it and reinstate John as his heir.”
As much as I wanted to stomp about and tell her the hearts of the people weren’t just open and eager for purchase, I didn’t. I wanted them to have her coin, even if it meant damn little in the end.
She weren’t shy about it neither. At the next booth she told one of the other women that the lady needed to buy new gloves; she told another lady to buy several new combs. On and on she went through the market, spending all our money for us and giving it to the vendors. The guards were piled with the parcels, including a lamb on a tether that the princess thought were the dearest thing.
Halfway through the market, people were well aware of the princess. I caught Allan sulking about and he gave me a wink before he lifted a purse from one of the ladies. Vendors were crowding closer, shouting at the princess, begging for her coin. And they weren’t the only ones begging—Nottingham’s hungry had come as well, calling to her. The ladies crowded closer together, but the princess pretended not to hear the voices of the poor.
More guards filled in behind us, pushing the people aside and crushing into the narrow space to put themselves between the ladies and the common folk.
Someone tugged on my coin purse, an inept thief, and I caught him by the throat with my good hand as I whipped round to press my elbow against his chest, keeping my hurt hand away from him. It were a young boy I didn’t know. He couldn’t have been more than ten. Even caught, he stared me down with the fiercest look, and I stared back. He were so young.
He moved, striking like a snake to spit in my face and try to wrench free. I had him tight though, and I shook him. “Stop,” I grunted. “I ain’t trying to hurt you.”
“Oh!” someone cried behind me. I let him go to turn and see, and the princess had her arms up. There were a girl clinging to her skirts, round the same age as the boy, and I wondered if they were partners. Or siblings. Which I reckoned were much the same thing.
A guard rushed forward at the same time I did, only he raised his sheathed sword to hit the young girl back with his hilt. The angle were such that I couldn’t get full between them, but I pulled the girl back and by instinct blocked with my other hand. Which were broke.
I fell back and choked on a yell, holding the girl to me still as stars shot through my eyes.
It were a bit of a mess then. The guard tried to help me and several of the vendors what knew me hurried forward to help. I stood and kept the girl close in the crush of people, trying to wave them away. The princess were talking to the guards it seemed, and slowly eyes went back to her, and despite all the people around I weren’t the focus.
“Are you all right?” I felt a body press close to mine like the crowd pushing too close, the whisper right into my ear, the brim of Rob’s hood skidding over my cheek.
“Get her out of here,” I said to him, pushing the girl against him. She looked up at me, eyes wide. “I think she has a brother. Feed them.” I pushed Gisbourne’s coin into his hand, and his lips pressed my cold cheek, setting the whole thing to flames.
“The shadows aren’t the same without you, love,” he murmured soft.
Then he were gone, and the girl were gone with him, and the crush of people, like they had been there just to hide Rob, started to fade.
Isabel were staring at me like she had seen the whole thing, like I were betraying Gisbourne, like all the power of her beauty were meant for hating me.
“No,” Isabel corrected. “Good morning, young man. And who might you be?”
“Milady. Ben Clarke, milady. Of the Clarkes. Of Edwinstowe. Milady.”
“Blathering idiot,” I muttered, crossing my arms. Tucking my hand in hurt, though, so the crossing didn’t last long.
“Please rise, Master Clarke,” she said. He did, awkwardly. “And what wares have you brought here?”
“My master’s. He’s a blacksmith in Worksop.”
“Scrawny for a blacksmith,” one lady said. Ben set to blushing and I glared at her.
“Ben’s learning,” I spat back. “He’s a good lad. Been providing for his family for years.”
Isabel held her hand out toward the ladies behind her, and one placed coins in her gloves. “I think my husband should like some new armor, Master Clarke. Please come to the castle when you’re finished for the day to fit him.” She pressed the coins into his hands. “Something to reward you for being such an excellent salesman.”
He bowed clumsily over the coins, looking fair awed and bloodless. “Thank you, your Highness. Milady Highness.”
Isabel nodded and turned away, and Ben threw his arms around me. “Thank you, Scarlet. Thank you so much.”
He let me go quick as he started, and immediately set to closing up his cart, I imagine to run back to his master and give the good news.
Isabel crooked her fingers at me, beckoning me along like a pup. Less than a pup, really. Least you called out for a pup.
I went. Most because in spite of her beauty and terrible sense of men, I liked what she’d done for Ben. “That will mean a great deal for him,” I told her. It were the closest I could come to thanking her for it.
She lifted a shoulder. “My husband’s reputation needs improvement, Lady Marian.” Her eyes met mine sharp. “It may be expensive to buy a loyal sword, but peasant loyalty is bought rather cheap, don’t you think? They will talk of it for years. The kindness of the prince and princess—and when Richard returns, he will hear of it and reinstate John as his heir.”
As much as I wanted to stomp about and tell her the hearts of the people weren’t just open and eager for purchase, I didn’t. I wanted them to have her coin, even if it meant damn little in the end.
She weren’t shy about it neither. At the next booth she told one of the other women that the lady needed to buy new gloves; she told another lady to buy several new combs. On and on she went through the market, spending all our money for us and giving it to the vendors. The guards were piled with the parcels, including a lamb on a tether that the princess thought were the dearest thing.
Halfway through the market, people were well aware of the princess. I caught Allan sulking about and he gave me a wink before he lifted a purse from one of the ladies. Vendors were crowding closer, shouting at the princess, begging for her coin. And they weren’t the only ones begging—Nottingham’s hungry had come as well, calling to her. The ladies crowded closer together, but the princess pretended not to hear the voices of the poor.
More guards filled in behind us, pushing the people aside and crushing into the narrow space to put themselves between the ladies and the common folk.
Someone tugged on my coin purse, an inept thief, and I caught him by the throat with my good hand as I whipped round to press my elbow against his chest, keeping my hurt hand away from him. It were a young boy I didn’t know. He couldn’t have been more than ten. Even caught, he stared me down with the fiercest look, and I stared back. He were so young.
He moved, striking like a snake to spit in my face and try to wrench free. I had him tight though, and I shook him. “Stop,” I grunted. “I ain’t trying to hurt you.”
“Oh!” someone cried behind me. I let him go to turn and see, and the princess had her arms up. There were a girl clinging to her skirts, round the same age as the boy, and I wondered if they were partners. Or siblings. Which I reckoned were much the same thing.
A guard rushed forward at the same time I did, only he raised his sheathed sword to hit the young girl back with his hilt. The angle were such that I couldn’t get full between them, but I pulled the girl back and by instinct blocked with my other hand. Which were broke.
I fell back and choked on a yell, holding the girl to me still as stars shot through my eyes.
It were a bit of a mess then. The guard tried to help me and several of the vendors what knew me hurried forward to help. I stood and kept the girl close in the crush of people, trying to wave them away. The princess were talking to the guards it seemed, and slowly eyes went back to her, and despite all the people around I weren’t the focus.
“Are you all right?” I felt a body press close to mine like the crowd pushing too close, the whisper right into my ear, the brim of Rob’s hood skidding over my cheek.
“Get her out of here,” I said to him, pushing the girl against him. She looked up at me, eyes wide. “I think she has a brother. Feed them.” I pushed Gisbourne’s coin into his hand, and his lips pressed my cold cheek, setting the whole thing to flames.
“The shadows aren’t the same without you, love,” he murmured soft.
Then he were gone, and the girl were gone with him, and the crush of people, like they had been there just to hide Rob, started to fade.
Isabel were staring at me like she had seen the whole thing, like I were betraying Gisbourne, like all the power of her beauty were meant for hating me.
