Payback

Olivious has another thing coming.

I woke up about five minutes later. A searing pain in my head. Must be

the blood draining from my throat I thought calmly, acceptingly. After

a minute i moved my shaking hand to my throat. No cut. I moved my legs

to make sure they were still there (they were), then I jumped up. 

Looked behind me and saw Francis’ boot marks still fresh in the snow.

Surprisingly my bow was still there too. He must have forgot about it

in his haste to get away. I picked it up and then stumbled into the

street. No one was out, not in weather like this. I turned and followed

the short path back to the Alley Cat Inn. I stood at the door to the

inn, thinking about what I would do when I saw Olivious. Once I had it

figured out , I opened the door.

 

            I saw Olivious first. He was sitting on a barrel gazing out the

window, waiting for Francis to reappear to extract his revenge. I

looked at him for a moment, I wanted to rush him right there, but I had

to do this right if I were to get my revenge.  Instead I walked quickly

into the crowd of men getting ready for their departure. I kept my eyes

on Olivious the whole time, he wasn’t getting away this time. After a

moment or two I decided to make my way toward him.  I was right behind

him when I tripped on a helmet someone had laid on the ground. I

managed to recover myself without falling but the noise was enough to

make Olivious turn around. Surprise. He made a sort of squealing noise

as he saw me, then he turned and made a bolt for the door. I had been

expecting that though, and I tripped him with my foot as he ran. He

tripped hard and fell on his face. I mounted on top of him and turned

him over. I had never seen a man look so scared. I wanted to hit him,

punish him for leaving me, but I was too tired. I rolled off of him and

laid on my back, he sat up and rested his back on the wall.

“you left me for dead “ I said

“What could I do?”

“Pay him”

“With what money”

I sighed. What man goes hunting without a bow? What man goes shopping

with no money?

Lord Crispin’s arrival stopped our argument. He was dressed like a

lord, with elegant , shiny armor. The men stood up and formed a circle

around the bar (Crispin had jumped up on it and looked as though he was

preparing to give a speech)

“Soldiers!” he declared loudly once everyone was gathered “Today, we

march. We march for Jerusalem! We march for God!”

Everyone cheered.

Reviews

[ScarlettTheDreamer]

That was a relief! And this story is great! But i think you should replace 'shopping' by something else. It seems quite out of place.