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landlesslord) wrote2007-10-27 06:47 pm
landlesslord) wrote2007-10-27 06:47 pm
Episode 1x11 "Walking Dead Man" Part I
For the most part, it had been tax-collecting as usual. Some resistance from the peasants, claims of no money and taking of what they did have for taxes. When it came to the cooper though, there had been an interesting discovery.
The cooper had been making Saracen weapons for Hood and his outlaws and he would be duly punished for his crime. The boy had been an incidental afterthought, taken only because of the man's objections. They would both be examples for the rest of the peasants of the consequences of collaborating with outlaws.
The Sheriff, however, did not seem to want to punish them for their crime. How did the man expect to keep order without exacting a rule of strict and consistent discipline? Punishment according to whim and the changing of the weather did not inspire any kind of loyalty.
He wanted to make the cooper work for them. To outfit their army with Saracen bows. And as always he drew attention to Guy's shortcomings, needling him with the prospect of provoking a reaction for him to laugh at.
Guy would not be caught that easily today. He had done well to discover the source of that damned Hood's weapons and he would not let the Sheriff dismiss his wish to properly punish the peasants completely. He would just have to appeal to the Sheriff's whims. Which currently seemed to be to cause Guy as much pain as possible.
Well, that could be turned around, couldn't it?
"If a peasant defies us, we must punish him. Hard. We must make an example of him in front ofl the rest. We must make an event of it."
Now that caught his attention. His penchant for throwing parties where he could lord it up over the guests was an irritation, but an irritation that could now influence him to do what Guy thought was best.
Even if he did get a little too over-excited at the idea of a Festival of Pain.
~*~
He had been in a good mood. The Sheriff wasn't berating him for failing some how, the taxes were collected and he had devised a plan to get them safely on their way. To top it all off, he could see Marian in the courtyard, though he was hurrying to complete preparations for transporting the taxes.
Even her objections could not put too much of a downer on his mood, though he had no time to stop and listen to her rant. She would have to voice her concerns to the Sheriff, who he could see descending the steps to the courtyard as he turned and left.
~*~
It was not to last for long. Marian cornered him in the Sheriff's meeting room and all he could do was listen and try to quiet her when she did not see the Sheriff enter.
At first, the Sheriff's satisfied gloating was a trifle amusing, but that faded when, before Guy could divert his master's attention, Vasey turned on Marian. He could only hope that Marian would not rise to the bait and express the anger he saw contained in her clenched fists and steady stare. When the older man grabbed her chin to turn her to face him, Guy could only feel his skin crawl.
"My Lord, do not forget the wagon with the King's Duty leaves for London tomorrow."
He would have the responsibility for ensuring its safe delivery and had carefully planned accordingly. A plan, it seemed, that the Sheriff could not be bothered to listen to. As usual.
The cooper had been making Saracen weapons for Hood and his outlaws and he would be duly punished for his crime. The boy had been an incidental afterthought, taken only because of the man's objections. They would both be examples for the rest of the peasants of the consequences of collaborating with outlaws.
The Sheriff, however, did not seem to want to punish them for their crime. How did the man expect to keep order without exacting a rule of strict and consistent discipline? Punishment according to whim and the changing of the weather did not inspire any kind of loyalty.
He wanted to make the cooper work for them. To outfit their army with Saracen bows. And as always he drew attention to Guy's shortcomings, needling him with the prospect of provoking a reaction for him to laugh at.
Guy would not be caught that easily today. He had done well to discover the source of that damned Hood's weapons and he would not let the Sheriff dismiss his wish to properly punish the peasants completely. He would just have to appeal to the Sheriff's whims. Which currently seemed to be to cause Guy as much pain as possible.
Well, that could be turned around, couldn't it?
"If a peasant defies us, we must punish him. Hard. We must make an example of him in front ofl the rest. We must make an event of it."
Now that caught his attention. His penchant for throwing parties where he could lord it up over the guests was an irritation, but an irritation that could now influence him to do what Guy thought was best.
Even if he did get a little too over-excited at the idea of a Festival of Pain.
He had been in a good mood. The Sheriff wasn't berating him for failing some how, the taxes were collected and he had devised a plan to get them safely on their way. To top it all off, he could see Marian in the courtyard, though he was hurrying to complete preparations for transporting the taxes.
Even her objections could not put too much of a downer on his mood, though he had no time to stop and listen to her rant. She would have to voice her concerns to the Sheriff, who he could see descending the steps to the courtyard as he turned and left.
It was not to last for long. Marian cornered him in the Sheriff's meeting room and all he could do was listen and try to quiet her when she did not see the Sheriff enter.
At first, the Sheriff's satisfied gloating was a trifle amusing, but that faded when, before Guy could divert his master's attention, Vasey turned on Marian. He could only hope that Marian would not rise to the bait and express the anger he saw contained in her clenched fists and steady stare. When the older man grabbed her chin to turn her to face him, Guy could only feel his skin crawl.
"My Lord, do not forget the wagon with the King's Duty leaves for London tomorrow."
He would have the responsibility for ensuring its safe delivery and had carefully planned accordingly. A plan, it seemed, that the Sheriff could not be bothered to listen to. As usual.