The Nightwatchman (English)(From Ashes Vol.2)

Chapter 47 - Would He Choose Me Again?

Guy got off the horse and entrusted the stallion to one of Locksley's squires. He usually preferred to take care of the horse himself, brushing the stallion was an activity that relaxed him too, but at that moment he felt too tired.
One of the servants met him, holding in his hand the saddlebags that Guy had taken off the horse before starting the race.
"Sir Guy, they just brought these from Nottingham."
Gisborne nodded.
"All right, leave them in the stable, beside the saddle."
Guy went into the house, followed by Allan, and he looked around, searching for Marian with his eyes, but he only saw Sir Edward sitting near the fireplace.
"If you are looking for my daughter, she has already retired to her room, but if I were you, Sir Guy, I would not knock at her door right now."
Guy sighed.
"Was she angry when she came back?"
"She wasn't in her best mood. I guess you already know the reason, don't you?"
"I do... Maybe I should talk to her..."
"No, Giz," Allan said, vehemently, "If you've caused the rage of a woman, first let her calm down for a while, and then implore her forgiveness. Now you'd only worsen things."
"Are you hurt, Sir Guy?" Marian's father asked, worried.
"What?" Gisborne asked, surprised, before remembering Robin Hood's arrow. The quarrel with Marian had made him forget all the rest.
Allan looked at him.
"Giz, your arm... You're dripping blood on the floor."
"Oh, yes. It's nothing serious, just little more than a scratch. I think."
"You think so?" Allan shook his head, and dragged a chair beside the window. "Sit there, in the light, and take off your gloves and your jacket."
Guy was tempted to tell him to leave him alone. He felt exhausted and he only wanted to lie down and sleep until morning, when he could try to apologize to Marian, but he knew that as small as it could be, that wound had to be cleaned and treated to avoid an infection, so it was better to do it right away.
He dropped into the chair and he began to pull off his glove, noticing only in that moment that his hand was completely wet and sticky with blood.
"Giz, I think it's a bit more than a scratch," Allan said, approaching Guy to help him pull off his jacket. "It bleeds a lot."
Guy nodded, looking at his arm with a bit of concern.

During the race he ignored the pain, but now he could see that the wound was rather deep and that he had lost a lot of blood.
He called Thornton and ordered him to bring water, clean cloths, and everything needed to treat wounds, then he leaned against the back of the armchair and closed his eyes, letting Allan handle his wound.
The young man bathed the cloth in the basin and used it to wash the blood from Guy's arm and hand, but when he finished the job he hesitated, looking at the injury left by Robin Hood's arrow.
"Maybe we should call Djaq..."
"No. She and Will will soon have their baby to think about, we can't continue to involve her every time we have a problem. They can't grow a son in the camp of the outlaws, they have to make a living elsewhere, and they shouldn't have nothing more to do with us or with Hood.
"But I can't treat the wounds!"
"Thornton!"
"Yes, Sir Guy?"
The servant appeared immediately in the room, and Guy looked at him.
"Are you able to clean an arrow wound?"
"It will hurt, sir."
"It doesn't matter, do it."
"As you wish, Sir Guy."

Marian stood motionless with her face hidden in the pillow, in the same position since she had thrown herself on the bed a few hours before, when she had returned home, furious.
Only once she was alone, she allowed herself to burst into tears, suffocating the sobs in the pillow so that nobody could hear her.
She couldn't say if she was angry with Guy for what he secretly did at night, or horrified at the thought of the risks he had taken during that crazy race.
She didn't understand why that Archer had so much influence on Guy. She thought of the young man's unseemly words about ties and tavern girls, and she wondered if Archer was trying to get Guy away from her for some reason.
Because he works for the sheriff, that's why!
The girl got up from the bed, and wiped her eyes with an angry gesture.
It was probably Vaisey's fault, she said to herself.
That man was the devil, and Marian was certain that he would take every opportunity to hit Guy.
Probably he had ordered Archer to approach Gisborne to manipulate him, but, if so, how could Guy be so blind that he didn't notice it?
It reminded her of a sentence that Gisborne had told her so long ago: he was working for the sheriff because he had no one.