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✣ TURK FLU
THE WOMAN WAS STANDING WITH Marian and her father, waiting for the Sheriff and Gisborne to return so that the fair could begin. The pair had regained each other's trust since the last event, Krystyna having filled her in with what had happened that morning. A sigh passed through her lips at the sight of the two men, pulling herself from her friend to take her seat between Gisborne and her father.
"Thanks to the rogue element amongst you, I have been forced to introduce new security measures. The guilty object to security, because the guilty have something to hide. So -- I expect your full cooperation. No man shall wear a sleeve on his left arm."
The guards had pulled a man out of the crowd, ripping off the sleeve of his left shirt. The two more important men looked down upon him, seeing that his arm was free of any injury. However, the two maidens shared a knowing look, and Krystyna became a little anxious.
Her wound was still bleeding, and beginning to seep through the fabric that was covering it. She could only hope that the man on her right, wouldn't pay any attention to it -- if he did, well, Krystyna would find out how good of a liar she was.
Each peasant began to roll their left sleeves up, so as to avoid any conflict with the Sheriff or his guards. "Oh and ah-- do have a lovely fair."
A few minutes later, the archery competition began and name after name was called up to shoot.
"Step forward Ford, son of Ford."
"No sign of Robin Hood." The Sheriff muttered, almost in an annoyed matter - perhaps he would be wrong about the outlaw showing up. Or, he had better things to be doing.
"He's a coward." Sir Guy muttered, eyes rolling as he kept his focus on the archers in front.
"Your Michael the Red better be a winner. I don't want to have to give this silver arrow away."
"But surely, if my man wins, the silver arrow will be mine." She almost felt sorry for how foolish Gisborne must be if he thought her father would give up the arrow.
"If Robin Hood turns up and wins, I will hang him and keep the arrow. If he doesn't then your man wins, and he will return it." It appeared that the Sheriff was not in the mood to be playing around, but after almost losing his mine - his daughter didn't really blame him.
Gisborne seemed to be in an equally foul mood, especially when realising that he would have no chance of getting the silver arrow. "I see."
"Or -- I will hold you responsible."
Her hand gently moved to rest against Gisborne's, sending him a look that told him not to worry - to calm down. And he did, he relaxed and flashed her his signature smirk. To say that the archery competition was boring would have been an understatement, not a single peasant had the skill or talent to fire a bow properly.
