Sold For 10 shillings,
Guy had been sent out of town on business, to meet with a renowned assassin, which they would hopefully be able to call upon when the King returned. He had left before sunrise so he wouldn't have to worry about Marian asking him where he was going.
He hated to lie to her, but it was better if she knew as little as possible, he had not made it to an inn before the sun went down, so he stopped in the forest and set up a camp. He was not worried about spending the night in the forest because Hood was miles away by now, he disarmed himself and started to light a fire, but as he did so there was a rustle in the bushes. He resented having placed his weapons so far away, now that he knew he wasn't alone, "Mind if I share your fire?" A voice asked, from behind the bush,
"Show yourself step into view where I can see you." Guy said, taking no chances,
A sandy haired man soon stepped out into view, he wore brown pants and a darker brown shirt, "I am unarmed I do not carry weapons." He said as he walked closer,
"Allright then you are welcome to share my fire." Guy said hesitantly,
"Allow me to introduce myself my name is Fritz Von Vetasburg and I can predict the future." He said as he bowed,
That was all Gisborne needed a soothsayer who couldn't really predict the future, but he was feeling surprisingly amused tonight,
"I can tell your future if you would care to spoil the surprise, that future carries with it." He said, as if trying to entice Gisborne,
"Allright what does my future have in store?" Gisborne asked, ready to make fun of anything he was going to say that wasn't going to be true,
"I am getting something...it is not quite clear yet...no wait I can see it clearly now...your health is going to take a rapid decline you should be more carful from now on." Fritz said,
It was not what Guy had expected at all, he had expected something from his love life or his position in power, but his health was something he rarely took into consideration.
"But I am fine why would my health suddenly decline?" He asked puzzled,
"Because I can predict the future." Fritz said, just before Guy was struck on the head from behind, extremely hard, Gisborne fell to the ground unconscious unknowingly to Guy it was Fritz's brother,
"Watch it Otto you could have killed him." Fritz warned his German clearly detectable,
"Sorry Fritz you told me to sneak up behind him and hit him you didn't say how hard." Otto defended,
"Well that doesn't matter let's see if he has a purse." Fritz said as he turned Gisborne over and searched around his person, for any money he might have been carrying,
Because he was sent to acquire the services of a mercenary, he had quite a large purse on him, and Otto soon found it hidden under his belt, "Fritz I found it and boy did we hit a strike this time." He said as he pulled it from Gisborne, snapping the strings on the bag,
"Comeon give it here let me see." Fritz said excitedly, so Otto opened the bag revealing a large sum of money,
"Wow there must be at least five hundred crowns in here." Otto said,
"See brother what did I tell you can make a living out of being dishonest, first it was Fritz the great and his assistance that shifts through the crowd stealing people's purses, to Fritz and Otto's highwayman gang." Fritz said tauntingly,
"I'm not so sure Fritz this man looks like he could handle a sword, and if he hadn't of put them out of reach I think we would have been in trouble." Otto said skittishly,
"Well if that's what you're worried about then we can fix it so we never have to see him again, and make some extra money in the process." His head strong brother offered,
"What do you have in mind Brother?" Otto asked,
"You know that slave wagon we saw on our way here." Fritz stopped when he saw his brother understood what he was getting at,
"You can't sell him as a slave that's wrong." He objected,
"So is what we're doing now." Fritz said, "Now comeon help me get him on his horse we can sell that too." He added, so they slid Gisborne sideways over the horse, after dressing him in ragged clothes that they hid in their saddle bags, for other cons that they practiced,
They soon caught up with the wagon, and began to wager a deal, "So you want to sell a slave you bought in the east is that right?" The slave trader asked,
"Yep that's right so how much are you ready to pay for this man who has plenty of muscle and can do every task you ask of him?" Fritz asked,
"I'll give you five shillings." He said,
"Five shillings that's a little low...make it ten and you have a deal." Fritz bargained,
"Allright ten...thanks for your business." The trader said, as he handed over the money, and grabbed Gisborne off the horse, he soon opened the door to the wagon and threw him inside with the other slaves,
"Where will you take them?" Otto asked, the more decent brother of the two,
"Their going to a gold mine where their going to be digging a tunnel." The trader answered,
Otto knew what they had done was wrong but he had no choice but to listen to his older brother, and what was done now was done and he dared not change it. The wagon was covered soon after the new addition was thrown in, and soon the other slaves gathered around Gisborne.
A short, black haired slave moved over to Gisborne and examined his head wound, the blood was still fresh, and a lump had formed, he then pulled his eyelid open and saw that he was severely dazed, this was not a good sign, so taking a black box that hung around his neck, he opened it.
He then swished it infront of Gisborne's nose, "Comeon wake up." He said, Gisborne merely moaned but didn't move, "Comeon smell this." He said again and once again Gisborne merely moaned and remained motionless,
Once again he pulled up Gisborne's eyelids, but he still saw no sign of life, 'they must have hit him pretty hard' the slave thought to himself, it was useless to do anymore tonight so he left him lying on the floor of the wagon, early the next morning finally had Gisborne on the move, when he stirred the black haired slave moved over to him, and leaned him on the side of the wagon.
"Are you feeling better now?" He asked, Gisborne's head moved backward dazedly until his head rested on the bars, he was still recovering from the blow he had sustained last night,
"Allright let's try this again." He said stubbornly, as he removed the black box from around his neck again, and swished it infront of Guy's nose,
There was a flicker of life as guy breathed in the strong acidic odor, finally his eyes opened and he starred groggily at the man before him, only his figure was a fuzzy mess, and try as he could, he couldn't seem to focus more than he was already.
"Are you feeling better?" He asked again,
"Where am I?" Guy asked,
"That may be better explained later." The slave replied, "First what is your name?" He asked,
"It's Guy...Guy of Gisborne... who are you?" He replied,
"My name is Djaq." He replied,
"My head hurts...what happened?" Guy asked,
"Someone has hit you very hard we could not wake you last night." Djack replied,
"We whose we?" Guy asked again,
"The rest of the slaves." Djaq answered,
"Slaves I am not a slave I am Guy of Gisborne and I work for the sheriff of Nottingham." He protested, but it only made his head pound,
"Where is Nottingham?" He asked,
"It's a long way from here wherever here is." Gisborne replied,
"Here is a gold mine where we are to be used as slaves to dig a tunnel." Djack said,
It was then that his vision finally returned, and he was able to focus on the man, who kneeled before him; he had extremely short black hair, and he had brown eyes, his face was a brown tanned color, he was obviously Saracen, he wore a faded light brownish grey shirt, along with the same color pants, and a button less jacket hung over his shoulders.
He looked around and saw that the others were no doubt prisoners of war, or something close to it because they were all Saracens, they all wore ragged clothes the kind he saw on the peasants or beggars in Nottingham, it was the first time he took a good look at himself, and he saw that he was dressed exactly the same way.
He should have expected it because if he was in his usual leather, they would not have mistaken him for a slave, and they would have guessed that he was from noble birth.