Guy blinked, his confusion just growing. This man had just casually batted his sword away like it was not a real threat. He was talking to him as if he were that idiot servant of Hood’s. This “Jack McFarland” seemed to be a bit insane. Did he really believe you could clean yourself with an axe? You couldn’t even get a good shave with an axe.
“Never touch a man’s sword without his consent,” Guy said harshly, returning his sword to its sheath. If he wanted real answers, he was going to have to try to keep his temper in check with this one. Though his manner was going to make that difficult.
It had to be France, which would be the only explanation for this Jack. Perhaps Spain, but the accent was wrong for Spain. Jack did have the air of one of the French court, though. One of the dauphin’s friends, most likely, or even one of the French king’s. Guy would have to be nicer if this was one of Philip’s.
He needed to be more diplomatic, Vasey kept telling him. Time to try that approach. “I apologize for my behavior. I am Sir Guy of Gisborne. I understand I am in the city. Could you tell me what city and what country?”