It is midnight. I don't know why I'm watching, probably out of habit. There is nothing to watch except for animals. I'd go to sleep but I know I won't be able to.
The moonlight is so bright tonight and i wonder if it bathes Marian's room in silver, as it does my face.
The fish in the river are jumping for fireflies. While we were away i saw a man fishing at night using only a burning branch and a net. I felt like those fish. Tricked into a land of war and false glory. at least my aim improved...
Little Jon in a rare moment of speech suggested we make more Arrows as we do not know how the country is fairing under King Dickie's reign. The arrows at least will help for hunting.
From what I have seen of the country so far there are many people struggling and many people living of what they can find.
Deer in Glenhoe at this time of the year will be plentifully and I do not worry about how the villagers on my estate will fare. Tomorrow we will be over half way home and the day after we should reach the estate by nightfall that means I have three days until I can see Marian again at least. Three days. Three days and I do not know how my heart will cope with the wait... and there was I thinking my time in the crusades was long enough.
You would not believe how low the stars seem. In the east we thought of high stars as a promise of hotter days. Maybe we shall have frost closer to morning and the world will wash its self in white, cleansing the day.
Oh Marian. I feel I shall not sleep until I see your face again, and yet the only times I have seen it these years hence, have been in my dreams.
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