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Post by becca on May 20, 2004 7:55:39 GMT -5
she stood before the door of the Inn. she'd posted the message that she gave Lord Galihad 2 weeks to return, else she would have to find new employment...too many mouths to feed for her not to be paid.
Princess Edfiel had promised her employment...she would look into taking that offer up...
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Post by Dream Loxley on May 22, 2004 3:39:34 GMT -5
*She had met becca....and been impressed by her enthusiasm and willingness to find employment. It seemed the tall Lord from Kent also was seeking a Hand Maiden, he had many a garment to mend and becca was very good at sewing.
Between them, they reached an amicable conclusion thus......becca would stay in her accomodations here and work for both the Castle and Lord Sighehelm as time allowed. Of course, if her Lord Galihad returned, she would be released from her duties and be free to return to him as his personal maid.
She had smiled and hoped all would work out to a satisfactory conclusion for all.*
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Post by becca on May 23, 2004 1:43:38 GMT -5
kneeling beside one of the castles great washing vats...she dipped yet another shirt with in it's deep waters...added more lye soap..and began the eternal plunging....she smiled...as the thought of the next girl to wed...anna...only 8 months till she was 13 and of age to find a husband....she bowed her head...and began the work yet again.
she thought to the few things that had gone on...she shuddered...as a memory entered her mind...she gasped...and knew she must find the Priest...a worried frown covered her forehead...as she lifted the fine gown of one of the Ladies up....she smiled...as the stains seemed removed....she added it to the pile to be wrung through the rollers...then turned...to add more clothes to the pile
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 7:14:27 GMT -5
kneeling on the fourth floor...a scrub brush in one hand...and a bucket beside her...she brushed back a wayward strand of hair...
she looked to the door locked by the key in her chamber...Lord Galihads....a shudder ripped thorugh her...as she turned...and hurried to scrub down the floor...
she swallowed hard...and went back to her scrubbing...times for priests would be saught later..
grime creeped up her arms in a steady rate...she smiled..to think that her family would eat because of her...and not just stuff her parents worked so hard to grow...
she sighed...and thought of her youngest brother...she had yet to meet Him...she wondered if he'd favour her...or her brothers....
she glanced to see a Lady walk past...and lowered her head to once more resume her monotonous tasks...
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Post by Lady Edfeil on May 24, 2004 7:30:56 GMT -5
*She smiled, seeing becca, and despite the 5 slates and 20 things to do, she stopped for a moment to speak, taking care nae to step on the freshly scrubbed floor.*
't is good to see ye this day! I trust ye've broken yer fast afore working so hard, aye? The festival will come to Windstorm this weeks end, and I fear till sunday eve has passed there will be precious lil rest for all of us.
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 8:06:27 GMT -5
she looked up...and smiled speaking lowly
yes m'Lady, my fast has been broken
aye m'Lady, i hae been given many tasks ta be done for the festival...and i promise Ye they will be done
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Post by Lady Edfeil on May 24, 2004 8:19:04 GMT -5
*She glanced down, nae feeling comfortable with becca at her feet, so she crouched down, guarding her skirts from the soaping mixture with which she be scrubbing. Her smile be soft and calm, the moment of serenity and simple homeliness something she grabs on to.*
I've nae a doubt of such, lass. Always when ye've come here, ye have been willing to work, and work hard. I be looking for a dress for ye. I've nae yet found one ye may like, but I'll find one for certain.
I hope with all yer work, ye will try to enjoy the festival a bit as well, aye? Though I must say... I nae look forwards to see the Lords attacking eachother in the pits...
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 8:24:39 GMT -5
[i} she looked at the fine lady...the Princess and whispered{/i]
i do hope to enjoy a bit m'Lady...though i nae know
she blushed and whispered it will depend upon how much work i get done m'Lady
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Post by Celia on May 24, 2004 8:39:06 GMT -5
She'd rounded the corner in high spirits, breathless in her games with the twins, skidding to a halt at the scene before her. Sweet Lady Edfeil, crouching and smiling . . how she adored the King's daughter . . always so kind to the servants, so caring . .
She blushed deeply, nae intending to overhear their words . . . seeing that there were work to be done, and she merely playing, she could not simply let the young woman tackle that floor alone . . she were certain the twins would understand . .
She stepped forwards closer, shyly, not recognizing the new lass . . A bright smile lit Celia's little face. She wished she could cheer this one up.
"H - Hello. I be Celia, what be your name? Can I help ye with that? "
*Oh, mother would be so proud of me iffen she knew I'd volunteered to help . . perhaps it will dampen her anger when she learns of my sauciness . . * were the thoughts that flitted through her head as she leaned to tie her skirts up high enough not to get them wet as she pitched in . .
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 8:49:28 GMT -5
i....she looked up to see the young lass
she looked at her in utter confusions
i...i...i guess?
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Post by Celia on May 24, 2004 9:04:32 GMT -5
Oh piffle . . Celia, ye be far too pushy . . Rocking back onto her heels, she looked at the lass more closely, and spoke quietly.
"Ye nae wish for my help? Forgive me . . I did not mean . . I should not have . . "
Arrrghhh . . . when would she learn to reign in her impulsiveness . . even when she meant well . .
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 9:09:15 GMT -5
<I>she shook her head in horror</I>
no...please...i be called becca
if...iffen Ye be wished ta help
but please...Ye be noble yes?
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Post by Celia on May 24, 2004 9:30:01 GMT -5
NOBLE?! *She burst into laughter* Oh heavens . . no, only in sweet dreams am I such . . though it be rumored back in my lineage there were a possibility . . perhaps only a wishful tale, though, and naught to be done about it even iffen it were true . . Nae, no noble be I . . *She smiled warmly to Becca, and set to work at the scrubbing once more* Becca be a pretty name . . ye've nae been here long, I've nae seen ye afore . .
*She hoped to see her again, hoped maybe she could play with them when time allowed . . hoped that she could get this one to smile a bit more, she seemed to carry much heaviness in her bearing*
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Post by becca on May 24, 2004 9:32:50 GMT -5
*sighing with releif...she resumed her scrubbing heavily...she nodded*
i hae worked here for almost 4 months now Celia
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Post by becca on May 27, 2004 3:29:15 GMT -5
laden with yet more laundry...she hurries into the kitchens...towards the back where the great washing vats were...she tossed the heavy sheets into the boiling water...and picked up the huge stirring stick...the serious faced girl stared at the churning water...and noddedl...her head bent further into work
facing down into the soapy bubbly water...she imagined all sorts of things...she thought to the Priest..and His words of absolution...she sighed with relief....and nodded....she'd made up her mind...get the family married...then find a nice convent...and live out her life there....a small smile played at the corner of her lips...she'd never thought of herself as really religious...but the past few months things played heavily upon her mind
she glanced out in the distance...to a ragged tapestry hung in the servants section of the house...she thought of the upper chambers...and the fine decorations there...and decided she would have to be content with the austair world of a nun...though..to be honest she would still love a few wee onees of her own
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