Guy nodded his agreement that their journey was almost over. The gates to Beauty’s home were getting closer with every hoof-beat. The horses seemed to be having their own conversation as they journeyed down the road. It was a comfortable ride; one Gisborne was going to be sad to see end.
Perhaps not actually sad, but definitely disappointed. Beauty was good company and was familiar with how to treat a man of his position. That alone was a reason to remain friends with her. Most people he had encountered in The City did not show the proper respect. And they seemed to frown upon his using his sword on those beneath him. It was very confusing in this land.
But Beauty was different. She was well mannered and courteous. He knew she would most likely invite him into her home for some tea once they arrived at her door. While Guy would be very pleased to spend more time with her, he thought she had to be feeling tired. He was a bit fatigued himself after everything that had been going on. From the prison the Saracens had him in to this journey from there to Beauty’s home. He was ready for something more than tea and some time in his own bed.
Sir Guy rode with Beauty in a comfortable silence through the gates to her manor. He was a little surprised to see the size of her house compared to the land it was sitting on. Perhaps she was planning on expanding her garden. She could find a few serfs and have a nice farm here.
“I should part company with you now, Beauty,” he said, not bothering to dismount from his horse. “As much as I have enjoyed our journey together, I fear I am growing quite weary. Perhaps another time I can call on you and join you for dinner.” He bowed his head to her and rode back out of the gate without waiting to hear her answer about dinner. What girl in her position would refuse an invitation from a knight like himself?
He turned in his saddle and gave her one last wave and smile before he headed on to his own cabin in the woods.