The Duke of Barton (+part 5)

The hallways are dark and cramped. The twisting passages confine the pursuer, leaving no room for mistakes. The steps are steep and damp, making them very dangerous. Last week, a previous maid had tripped on the hem of her dress. She was left with broken legs and a destroyed wardrobe. I do pity her, but if only she had been more careful while bringing the earl's breakfast.

A sigh escapes my tired lips, expressing my enjoyment of this job.

Oh! I must hurry before Duke Rothessay becomes irate! I mustn’t dwell on the past...it does no good for the future. At least that is what the head-maid told me.
She is a wise lady, even though short in temper...

I walk briskly up the winding stairs, holding the food tray in one hand and a candle in the other. Finally, a tall wooden door is visible, marking the entrance the end of the passageway. Reaching the Duke's room, I knock gently.

"Enter! Well, come on! I’m hungry and have a busy day today!"

I push the solid entrance in, and step into the room before I am squashed by the door. I blow the candle out and close my eyes, allowing myself to become accustomed to the darkness. I hear soft muttering and open my stinging eyes, intent on properly servicing the Duke. He sits on the bed in his night-clothes, which are slightly rumpled from his sleep. With an impatient air, he watches me prepare his breakfast tray. I very much hope the cooks prepared his meal well, as he likes his porridge with a lot of honey, and his tea straight. Bringing it over to him, I pour his tea and watch the steam swirl from the cup.

The Duke reaches for the tea cup and sips it...then smiles. Relief blossoms across my face, grateful that he is satisfied. I exhale, presently realizing I had been holding my breath.

He pats the bed beside him, clearly wanting me to sit. I shake my head vehemently, expressing that I am just a lowly maid. I have no right to touch his fine bed. If the Head-maid were to find out...I would be banished from the castle. And return to my small farm, which may no longer exist.

"Do you DARE defy me?” he growls. But! I almost did not hear him whisper, “Please”. It was a begging sound, full of sorrow and loneliness.

I carefully sit next to him and rest the empty tray on my lap. My head faces the wall, but I watch him out of the corner of my eye. He is handsome, yes, definitely handsome. Even rumpled from sleep and unshaven. Battles and tournaments have taken their toll on the Duke, leaving him with rippling muscles. A thin scar mars his jaw, under his right eye. Maria, a young maid, said it was from an unsuccessful jousting tournament. I was told to never mention it, especially since it brought shame upon his pride.

Four months ago, I was assigned to serve the Duke. Unfortunately, stories of his anger circulated among the maids. Those who served him feared him; those who did not longed for him. I, knowing fully well of the stories, proceeded with caution. I made sure that every meal was perfection. Every cloth was the finest. Every day was the best. Still, I do not know if I am doing a good job, or if he favors me. From when I first served him breakfast, he was gentle. Never rising to strike me, never punishing me for a mistake. Of course, he raises his voice when irritated, but that doesn't bother me. I have served more irascible individuals, the Earl of Barton, for example.

Lost in my revelation, I jump when the tray is pushed off of me and onto the floor. Whipping my head around, I turn and see his face next to mine. I feel a gentle pressure as he burrows his face in my hair, breathing in its scent.
After a moment, he stirs, clearly relaxed of all stress. His face is now relaxed, as if he has forgotten all of his worries.

“Go” He breathes, “You must resume your duties”.

“Yes, Milord” I respond, climbing off the vast bed and picking up the tray. I collect the bowl and cup, tidying up the table. Then, I quietly leave the room, pulling the heavy door closed behind me. Trudging down the stairs, I think over my duties for the day, only looking forward to serving the Duke.

My Duke.

I set the empty tray on a shelf in the kitchen. The spoons clatter in the ceramic bowl, bringing attention to me.

“It’s about time ya showed up! I’ve been watin’ on your dishes for a while now!
Bring it here. I need to wash †˜em.”

Walking towards the chef, Theressa, I stack the plates, trying to minimize my
scoldings. Reaching forward, her rough hands snatch the tray and dump it into the
sinks. Theressa’s short hair swings into her face as she labors over the pottery,
scrubbing them clean from the Duke’s meal.

She is a short lady, ample, and stout. I always find her clothed in a white apron, sometimes stained from soap and food remains. Perpetually in a scowl, her face portrays tiredness. I imagine it is due to a wearisome job, on top of the Head-maid’s scolding. Thick arms reach out from her sleeves, strangling any finery she grasps.

“Thank ya” She mutters, now cleaning the porridge-pot.

Dismissed, I report to the Head-maid.

Her actual name is Helena, though we all refer to her as †˜Head-Maid’. Helena is a prim lady, not hesitating to scold, punish and fuss. However, she has a motherly kindness for all under her, even if not outright expressed. The newer servants always dislike her, as for they do not see the wisdom in her words. Though, I too disliked her; she was especially tough on me. I would get a rap if I slouched, of lose a meal if I was late to serve a duchess, duke or earl. I am grate full to her now. I naturally stand properly in the royal’s presence and I am rarely, if never late. Even though Helena is a tough, strict Head-Maid, I would not want her replaced by anyone else.

“You are late.”

Sighing inwardly I sit down facing Helena and the other servants.

“What took you so long? Have you been dilly-dallying? Are you not aware you have other responsibilities for the day? Lest you forget, you must attend everyone and on time.”

Snickers erupted form one of the younger servants, Annie. Annie is a rude jealous woman, always playing the victim. When she first arrived, I had hoped to become friends with her. And we did. But I started noticing her rudeness, and when I called her out on it, she turned on me. Oh well...

“I am very sorry, Ma’am. It shall not happen again, I assure you.” I must placate Helena, or the consequences will be severe. One time I was forced to sleep in the stables for spilling a dinner tray. Well, maybe I did deserve that one; the soup spilled into a Duchess’ lap, ruining her velvet gown. Yes, that one was my fault…

“Dismissed”

Nodding, I head to the closet to get a broom. I have to sweep the hallways of the Upper East quarter every day. Fortunately, it is a repetitive job, allowing me to ponder over any problems. Grabbing the wooden handle, I drag it with me to the confining halls. “If I am going to suffocate there, you must also, broom.” A maid briskly walking in the corridor pauses and peers at me, confused.

Realizing I was speaking to the broom aloud, I run to the East wing, leaving the baffled servant tottering.
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No, no, no! I must not think of him. I must concentrate on sweeping. Or a horse. Or even a jousting tournament….I wonder how the Duke did on his latest tourname- Gah! Again!

I had found myself leaning up against a wall, thinking of the Duke. Knowing fully well that I must properly sweep the drafty hall, I attempt get him out of my head. And resume my duties. But it is very hard… I-I need to go outside.

Finishing up sweeping, I quickly run to the horse-stable, outside. Of course, I stay outside Annie’s sight, as for she vehemently gossips. And get’s everyone in trouble. Including me…
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“Ah, your mane is very soft, my dear” The horse knickers in reply, nuzzling into my palm. The horses always seem to calm me… I am not sure if it is the earthy smell, or the warm bodies residing in the vast stable. No matter, the stable is always successful.

“Deary, I must now address the root of the problem. Do give me courage, I beg of you.”

A glistening eye rolls to meet the source of the sound, centering on my face. Her tail dances, so I take that as a sign to continue.

“You see, my mind has been elsewhere as of lately. I am not sure exactly why… two months ago I was perfectly concentrated. Maybe it is the Duke’s fault. Well, not fault, but part of this problem. As a maid I must not develop any attachments to those whom I serve. Helena told all of us that it never ends well, especially due to the vast difference in our classes. May I have your opinions?”

The horse does not respond, but her ears prick up as if she understood me. Or as if someone is coming…

A harsh groan signifies that the stable door is being opened. I whirl around, two things projecting through my mind. I can either act like I am tending the stables, or hide. Tending the stables would be the wiser, especially if I am to be discovered.

Heavy footsteps near, signifying that the intruder is a male.

“Jonathon?” I call out. He is the current stable-boy, a tottering lad; shy to all but the animals. “May I have some sugar? It is for this dear horse-“

My sentence cuts off as I glimpse the man’s face.

“D-duke?”

"Adella?”

Oh no! What is he doing here? I am supposed to be tidying the halls! Not the stables! Oh, I do hope he does not realize this... "I...am....I was just leaving! I have some other duties to attend to."

"I thought you were here to assist me in preparing my horse. Jonathon is not feeling well today, so he is resting." Confusion crumples his face, leaving deep furrows on his brow. He walks closer to me and stops to pet the horse. "Isn't she beautiful? I have had her for almost five years..."

"Y-yes. She is!" Wait! So I am supposed to be here! I was not aware of this! Oh dear, If I had not decided to sneak out, I would have been in grave trouble. I must then carry out his wishes."Where is your equipment, my lord?"

His cheek rests on the horse’s side, rising and falling with each breath. The Duke's gray eyes are closed, enjoying his horse's company. Her tail flicks back and forth gracefully, content with her dear companion.

Ah! All this time I have been visiting the Duke's horse. T-that is quite a surprise...

Raising his head, he turns to me with his kind gaze. "They are all on that hook above you."

Looking up, I realize that they are too high for me to reach. Stretching, I try my best to grasp the saddle... "Hnng-"

"Here" The duke hands me the large saddle, having seen my struggle to reach it. Heaving it, I carry the leather seat over to his horse.

"Unng" I heft it over the horse, grateful that it lands in place. Now for the bridle... Walking back over to the wall, I bump into the Duke. "Sorry, I did not see you." I look up to see him chuckling, most likely laughing at me.

"I find it humorous to believe that you did not see me. Do you need glasses, Adella?" He is already carrying the bridle, probably to help me fit his horse.

"No! I just was not watching where I was going. I was...preoccupied with something else."

"Hmm?" He pauses to look at me, waiting for me to disclose the rest of the information. The horse is almost fitted; the straps just need to be tightened. I wonder if he has named her... Aha! I can use this to change the topic.

"Have you named her? The horse, I mean."

Blinking, he raises his eyebrow, noticing the sudden change of topic. Returning his attention to the horse, he starts tightening the buckles. "Yes, I named her Serenity. I believe it fits, especially after watching her gallop. She is quite graceful, even for a horse." He stops, finished with the saddle. "Even her personality is serene, don't you agree?"

Smirking, he waits for me to answer.

Oh no! It seems that I have once again been caged in. I believe he knows that I often visit his horse. Bravely, I try to answer the question. "Yes, I do agree. She is quite docile."

"Okay. I am finished. Now-"

"What do you need he-Serenity for? Practice?" I have been wondering this for a while, but have not had the opportunity to ask. I have never seen Duke Rothessay train, so it should be exciting.

"No." His sudden response breaks my thoughts, startling me. "I have a tournament today. Were you not informed? I must now retrieve my armor."

"O-okay. I will help you dress." A quick not signals me to follow him. He leads me to the back of the stable, to a shelf. Numerous pieces of metallic fittings are aligned, varying in colors and shapes.

Picking some up, I recognize his signature emblem engraved on the breastplate. Stacking them on the bench, he continues to fish for more muttering something unintelligible.

"Who did this!? I must have a word with the fool who messed up the armor arrangements." Turning to me, he explains what he meant."Normally, each shelf has a separate person's armor. However, these are in complete disarray. I very much hope it is not Jonathon's fault. Although it very well may be..."

"Now. I believe this is all." Finished gathering his armor, he gestures at the mountainous pile on the bench.

Oh my. That is quite a bit of armor to put on. It should take some time. I will probably need to leave for him to dress. "I will be return after you don in the under-tunic. Please call me-"

"Wait! I will need a bit of help! Stay." That last command was growled, an order from the duke.

"Y-yes Milord" He pulls off his shirt and hands it to me. Folding it, I watch to see what he will do next. It appears that he will remove his pants! I hastily turn around, trying to preserve his modesty. Truly, I think my heart would stop if I were to see him...

"I am finished. You may turn around now. I was quite fine with a spectator. Averting your eyes was not necessary."

Blushing, I realize that he has not yet donned a shirt. O-oh my. It is quite a sight. I must look away... Reaching under the pile of armor, I pull out his shirt. Unfortunately, his helmet falls over, so I scramble to retrieve it.

"Here" I hand him his undershirt. With swift motions, he pulls it over his head, concealing his bare, muscular chest. Inwardly, I sigh. I may never be able to see it again-

"Hand me the Hauberk. I must don that first." Searching through the pile, I spot the chainmail shirt. Handing it to him, he shakes it out and pulls it over his head. "Next is the..."
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“Good. That is all of the armor. Thank you for your assistance." He is now fully clad, only his helmet remaining. It had taken quite some time to dress him, but it was not unpleasant. I learned about the armor and was able to talk with the Duke.

"You are very much welcome! It was a pleasure helping you."

"The tournament is in twenty minutes. Would you like to attend?" He appears to be serious posing this question. Not wanting to pass up a rare offer, I accept.

"Good. Then I will see you soon." Grace fully mounting Serenity, He gallops out of the stable.

"Yes!" I dance in the corridor, overcome with excitement. "I cannot wait for the tournament!" After leaving the stables I returned to the main building, preparing for my scolding. I, however, am too happy to be fearful. After all, what is one lashing in comparison to watching the Duke Joust?

Opening the Maid chamber's door, I find Helena waiting with an amused expression.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Adella?"

Quickly wiping the smile off my face, I half-nod.

"Good. Now, you must finish sweeping the halls. Finish quickly and I will turn a blind-eye to this evening."

"W-wait! You mean I can go to the tournament? No lashing...punishment...stable duty? W-why?" Confusion scrambles my mind, preventing a coherent thought. "But I wasn’t supposed to be in the stables! How did you know where I was?"

Helena is standing with folded arms, waiting for me to finish stuttering. Pausing,
I wait to hear her reasoning.

"First of all, I have always known that you go to the stables to clear your mind. I can also tell when you are preoccupied by something.

"Wha-"

"Second of all, this morning you appeared troubled. You are never late, nor do you ever forget to wipe down the dining-hall tables."

The tables! I had completely forgotten about them! Every morning, after bring breakfast to the Duke, I wipe them down from breakfast. Today, I was so preoccupied with my feelings that I had skipped the duty.

"And third of all, you were invited to watch the tournament. I know because Duke Rothessay literally begged for your permission to attend. Which you may. And do not bother cleaning down the tables; I had Annie take care of it.”

Curtsying I thank Helena, "Thank you very much for allowing me to attend. I also thank you for understanding. I shall not forget my duties again."

Nodding, Helena accepts my apology. "You are dismissed. Go finish sweeping the
hallways, and be sure not to run into any more servants.

Blushing because she found out, I exit the chamber. Turning around, I walk into Annie who was leaning against the wall. Was she listening in on our conversation?
The torture would never end if she found out! She already harbors extreme distaste for me.

"My, my. Enjoying yourself, I see." Annie spits the words out like venom, intent on poisoning me. "Not only did I have to clean all of the dining tables, I also will have to do your evening duties while you are out at a tournament. Isn't that nice?"

She heard us. She knows. And know she hates me even more. This time- this time it is my fault; I was out, enjoying myself while she was working hard. I should not blame her...

"I am very sorry. I will make it up to you, Annie!" Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, I know that it is not possible to appease her.

"Ha." With that, she turns and walks away, each step hard with anger.
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The heat is suffocating, wringing the life of you. Various songs are performed, varying from sing-along’s to sad ballads. Jesters juggle knives here and there, eliciting gasps of fear. The aroma of fried pastries and candied almonds colors the air, drawing salivating passersby’s. Merchandise calls echo from the stalls lining the field.

Looking around, I see the largest crowd gathered around a ring. Ah, that must be where the tournament will take place. The closer I walk, the loader the cheers get, displaying favoritism between the competitors. It seems that a match is ending, and
that the man with the red-orange plumes is winning. Of course, I did not see the match from the beginning, nor do I know who is who. Watching silently, I cringe every time the man in the purple is hit. He is taking direct blows fro m the other competitor. He also appears to be tiring; his moves are much slower in comparison.

A sharp crack followed by an uproar signifies that a pole has broken. Peering closely, I see that the man in purple was knocked off his horse, but the other man's weapon splintered. A tie! They will play a rematch later, but next is the Duke's turn.
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The ring has been cleared of all debris, and the destroyed hay bales were replaced.
A silence clears the crowed, hung with anticipation for the next match.

Someone enters the ring, clad in a mass of colorful plumes. "Lord Cyrus!" An announcer shouted, drawing cheers from the crowd. A man clad in red entered; I recognized him as Duke Rothessay. "Versus Duke Rothessay!" More cheers erupted, showing their loyalty for the competitor.

"Get ready!" The competitors galloped to the center of the ring, bracing their horses. "Get set!" They steady their poles, aimed directly for their opponent.
"Go!" The crowd is alive with the names of their favorite member. "Go Duke! Go Milord! Fight!! Win! Hit him!"

Duke Rothessay had backed up, preparing to charge. Lord Cyrus, however, was closing on the Duke. Rearing his horse, Lord Cyrus charged at the Duke. His pole hit the Duke in the center of his chest, nearly knocking him off his horse. Charging, Duke Rothessay charged appearing to be aimed for his opponent's helm. With a resonating thud, the helmed was hit, causing Lord Cyrus to lose grip of his shield. Because the rules did not allow any fallen armor to be retrieved, Duke Rothessay was clearly at an advantage.

For over five minutes, the competitors sparred viciously. Every time the Duke is hit, my heart leaps, afraid that he would fall off. I silently cheer whenever the Duke's weapon contacts Lord Cyrus. I am enjoying myself; enjoying watching the Duke compete.

Rearing, Duke Rothessay charges at his weary opponent. Raising his wooden weapon, he angles it toward Lord Cyrus's chest. Lord Cyrus, who had previously lost his weapon, raises his left arm trying to protect himself.

"No!" Half of the crowd cries as Lord Cyrus deflects the blow. Wait! The Duke is still charging, and the spear hits Lord Cyrus's helm. The crowd suddenly becomes deafly silent with shock, not expecting the blow to land. Lord Cyrus is thrown off his horse with such a force that his horse rears.

"Yes!" I surprise myself with the sudden outburst. Blushing, I look around, but no one notices- everyone else is also cheering. Shrugging, I join. "Yes! Good job! Nice match!"

Climbing back onto his horse, Lord Cyrus rides off. He looks defeated, both physically and mentally. Oh! I had forgotten. These matches can also bring you pride or shame. I can assume that Lord Cyrus' name has been tainted by his defeat.
Duke Rothessay, still on his horse, waves to the crowd. He then gallops after Lord Cyrus, leaving the crowd anxious for another match.

I walk towards the main stalls, looking for the Duke to congratulate.

"Ah, there you are Adella!"

"Wha-!" I jump with shock, tripping on my petticoat. "Gah!" Ouch. That's going to
hurt. Scrunching my eyes, I brace myself for the impact on the rocky grass. Seconds pass, and I realize that I feel no pain. Opening one eye, I look down and see myself suspended over the ground. That means...I look up, and see Duke Rothessay smirking, openly amused at my blunder.

"Ah!" I jump back, removing myself from his embrace. Dusting off my skirts, I straighten myself, very much embarrassed.

"Steady now. I may not be able to catch you next time." He chuckles, making my face red. "Did you get to watch the match?"

"Yes, I was able too! It was very suspenseful, especially when you were almost hit!
I thought you would fall off....."

"Hmm?" His head is tilted, waiting for me to finish.

Oh! That sounded like I had no faith in his skill. "O-of course, I knew you would win! I-i rooted for you the entire time!" I look down, thoroughly embarrassed, especially that I stuttered. I hear a soft sound, and look around to locate the source. Looking up, I see it is the duke laughing. Good! I did not offend him. I know some competitors are very sensitive on such subjects.

"Well, good then. I feel better reassured that you had complete faith in me. Right?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to respond. But I won't. I have already stumbled enough.

I shall change the subject! "Have you tried any of the dishes? The apple pastries smell delightful! But so do the almond candies and the jelly spoons. And the chocolate logs. I wonder if they have any cakes here... But I cannot afford all, so I shall try one."Yes?"

He disappeared! I wonder where he went. Or maybe I tired him with my senseless chatter. Like Head-maid, said, I must not grow to close...I shall apologize when he returns. Yes, and return to complete my duties. I must find a way to mollify Annie, especially since it is my fault for her extra work...

"Here, I have returned" Turning, I see the Duke standing behind me, holding something. "Try this one, it smelt the best" He hands me a warm item wrapped in paper. "I purchased some the items on your list of delicacies. And acquired a few others...."

I understand now! He disappeared to purchase me food from the stands. I was talking about them, but only to change the subject. I shall thank him, nonetheless.

"Thank you! I truly appreciate this. And I should not have you spend money on things for me...."

"Do not worry. If you do, I will make it an order. Now, eat! I will try the pear-crisp."

Okay, then I will accept them. And I cannot forget to bring Annie a treat. Even though it is not much, it is only what I can do. I bite into the treat in my hand, suddenly overwhelmed with flavor. "This is apple, right?"

"Yes, that was the first pastry you had listed. How is it?" Waiting for a reply, he walks over to a bench under a tent. He pats the spot next to him, indicating for me to sit.

"It is delightful! It has just enough cinnamon to enhance the flavor. And some nutmeg, even though it is very expensive. The apples are still crisp, so I assume they were lightly cooked..."

"You seem to know a lot on cooking. Have you any experience in that area?"

"Not much, no. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen watching Theressa cook. I learned all of this from her." Many of the days I simply stood next to her, just watching. It was very calming, especially between my never ending duties. She is very kind, even though seemingly guff and irascible.

"Ah, I see, then. Then I request dinner from you."

Dinner!? B-but I cannot cook! I only watched Theressa... "Sir, with all due respect, I have no experience in cooking! I have only watched!" It does not seem that my pleads will change his mind.

"Then Theressa may assist you. Here are the rest of the treats." He rests the paper bag on my lap and pats it. "I must be off. I look forward to dinner~"

Duke Rothessay walks off without looking back, only a farewell wave to me. He is so dignified...Oh! What shall I do about supper? I cannot disobey his command, so I must make it. I will need all of Theresa's help possible...

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After dinner, I collect my supplies to clean the tables, thinking over the evening’s events. Duke had liked my cooking, even though it was a simple meal.
Roasted hare with seared, spiced potatoes… I was very nervous, hoping to please him. But! I did, as he said, so I am content. Theresa just watched me cook, offering no assistance.

I sigh and clean off the fine silver, collecting them in a dish. Skipping back and forth, I hastily clear the dining table and head to my quarter. On the way, I knock on Annie’s door and offer the remaining treats.

“Annie, I apologize for disturbing you. I brought you some pastries from the fair.”

Her face softens, momentarily frozen with surprise. Then it hardens as she realizes her expression. The hard, dark light returns to her amber eyes as she glowers at me. “Go away. I do not want your company. Enjoyed your evening?” She hits the bag out of my hand and slams and the wooden door.

Sighing, I set the bag outside of her door walk down the hall to my room.

Even a week later people are still bustling about with festivities. The main activities are finished, such as the Jousting tournament, the juggling competition, knife-throwing, sewing… but people are still eating and drinking. This is why many servants dread the month of July. It is quite understandable…

I finish brushing my hair and plait it, finishing the ends with a piece of ribbon.
Exhaling, I close my eyes and lean back on my stool.

These people have many riches and enjoyments, although almost all is inborn. They do have troubles and worries, unlike what most peasants think, however. We are all human, after all. Just different castes. Different worries. Different pasts.

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“Adella! Hurry up! We don’t have much time left!”

I scurry over to the bedside, holding a candle and damp rags. My cheeks are streaked with tears, freely rolling down my face. The only sounds are labored breathing, my father’s choked voice, and my sobs. I lean downward and gently kiss my mother’s cheek, trying to remember her as the empowered, strong lady she was before. Not the sickly, dying one now. It shouldn’t have been her. No, not her.

I wipe my tears off her ashen cheeks, trying to smile. “I love you, mother.”
Sitting back, I hold her hand, feeling for her pulse. It is low. Almost gone.

“Rest well, Isolde.” My father kisses her forehead and stands up, drawing the sheet over her face. “It is finished, Adella. She will suffer no longer. Go clean your face…” He leaves the room, brushing past me in haste.

Sighing, I wipe my face off on my apron and retreat to my room.

Not a month ago she was as healthy as a horse, harboring enough energy to tend to all of the animals and housework. One day she suddenly fell ill. It worsened rapidly, robbing her of any life in her aged bones. Due to fear of contamination, the village shunned us, scared of illness after the Black Death. It could not possible be the Black Death, since it passed approximately 50 years ago. There have been reported cases of the sickness occasionally, but nothing enough to cause a panic. Then what was it? But that does not matter now. After all, the sickness has already taken its toll- my mother’s life. I hope my father is not next, as for he is all I have left.

I feel the tears run down my cheeks again, due to the thought over the recent events. Wiping them off quickly, I berate myself aloud. “No, Adella, you must be strong. You have all of these responsibilities now. And, if any of the livestock or crop is late, the king will punish the family. Even the village if he feels like it. So be strong…” I close my eyes and lay on my cot, attempting sleep. Clearing my mind, I let the last of the tears escape, not bothering to wipe them away.

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I gather the wheat and set it on the table to beat. I have already tended the cows, sheep and horses. All that is left is to cook. I hope that bread will be enough for father. The tithe was raised recently by the church. The village barely has enough money to survive! If the tithe is raised not of can even afford any basic supplies…
Signing, I start dinner. Porridge shall do. I will have to buy some cabbage from the Alcotts come Friday.

I hear my Father walk in and I turn around to address him. “Will porridge work for dinner?” He ignores my question, looking solemn. My heart instantly freezes, worried about what he may say. “Y-yes? What is it?” I set down the bowls and walk up to him slowly.

“Your mother died about a month ago. Soon after, the taxes raised and the Church’s demands have become more difficult to reach. This is not going to work.” He pauses and looks down, crestfallen. “You will have to go work in the Castle. I’m sorry.
This is the only way for us to survive.”

I stand there, dumbfounded at the new information bestowed upon me. My mouth opens and closes wordlessly as I fumble for proper words.

“B-but I can’t! Not in the Castle! You need help here on the farm and, and….and….”

“Adella.” My father cuts me off and rests his calloused hand on my shoulder. “You must go.”

“I don’t want to” I whisper, barely audible over the squalls of the animals outside.

“Please. It is the only way. Please!”

I sink to the floor, face in hands and try to absorb my new task. Everything darkens, becomes silent, overshadowed by the recent news bestowed upon me. I have too. It is now my responsibility to take care of this household. Mother would have wanted….Mother is dead. I shouldn’t dwell on the past.

“Yes. I will go. Starting next week, I will apply. I heard that they were at a deficit in servants.”

I also heard that living as a maid in the castle is extremely difficult and many women are abused. They are at the mercy of their lords and ladies. We peasants have no power. We never did. We never will. I… I am scared. This home is all I know.…

“Thank you, Adella.”

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My body jolts forward as I find myself falling off the stool. I must have drifted off thinking about... then.

No use. It has been three years. I was sixteen then, barely a woman. Thinking about it, we were actually prosperous, having a proper roof over our heads. But compared to this… this lavish life the nobility live, we were nothing. The town altogether was nothing. It was just a weed growing on a high rock wall. Easily discardable when discovered a pest. Struggling to survive, grasping at any glimmer of light and hope. Sure to die.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the wooden table. I run my hands through my hair, unplaiting it. I watch the ribbon fall to the cold, dark floor. As I bend down to pick it up, I spot a piece of paper under the table, scrawled with something. Retrieving bother objects I inspect the paper.

“Adella, I enjoyed our friendship together. I have only known you for two years, but those were the best that I have worked hear. Thank…”

I startle myself with chocking gasps, holding back tears. Esther! I had forgotten! Esther… it has been a year since you… left. A long year, but it has passed nonetheless.

Standing up, I hastily blow the lamp out, and run to my bed across the chilly floor.

I shall not dwell on the past. I’ll think about it later. But for now, rest.

"Adella?”

Oh no! What is he doing here? I am supposed to be tidying the halls! Not the stables! Oh, I do hope he does not realize this... "I...am....I was just leaving! I have some other duties to attend to."

"I thought you were here to assist me in preparing my horse. Jonathon is not feeling well today, so he is resting." Confusion crumples his face, leaving deep furrows on his brow. He walks closer to me and stops to pet the horse. "Isn't she beautiful? I have had her for almost five years..."

"Y-yes. She is!" Wait! So I am supposed to be here! I was not aware of this! Oh dear, If I had not decided to sneak out, I would have been in grave trouble. I must then carry out his wishes."Where is your equipment, my lord?"

His cheek rests on the horse’s side, rising and falling with each breath. The Duke's gray eyes are closed, enjoying his horse's company. Her tail flicks back and forth gracefully, content with her dear companion.

Ah! All this time I have been visiting the Duke's horse. T-that is quite a surprise...

Raising his head, he turns to me with his kind gaze. "They are all on that hook above you."

Looking up, I realize that they are too high for me to reach. Stretching, I try my best to grasp the saddle... "Hnng-"

"Here" The duke hands me the large saddle, having seen my struggle to reach it. Heaving it, I carry the leather seat over to his horse.

"Unng" I heft it over the horse, grateful that it lands in place. Now for the bridle... Walking back over to the wall, I bump into the Duke. "Sorry, I did not see you." I look up to see him chuckling, most likely laughing at me.

"I find it humorous to believe that you did not see me. Do you need glasses, Adella?" He is already carrying the bridle, probably to help me fit his horse.

"No! I just was not watching where I was going. I was...preoccupied with something else."

"Hmm?" He pauses to look at me, waiting for me to disclose the rest of the information. The horse is almost fitted; the straps just need to be tightened. I wonder if he has named her... Aha! I can use this to change the topic.

"Have you named her? The horse, I mean."

Blinking, he raises his eyebrow, noticing the sudden change of topic. Returning his attention to the horse, he starts tightening the buckles. "Yes, I named her Serenity. I believe it fits, especially after watching her gallop. She is quite graceful, even for a horse." He stops, finished with the saddle. "Even her personality is serene, don't you agree?"

Smirking, he waits for me to answer.

Oh no! It seems that I have once again been caged in. I believe he knows that I often visit his horse. Bravely, I try to answer the question. "Yes, I do agree. She is quite docile."

"Okay. I am finished. Now-"

"What do you need he-Serenity for? Practice?" I have been wondering this for a while, but have not had the opportunity to ask. I have never seen Duke Rothessay train, so it should be exciting.

"No." His sudden response breaks my thoughts, startling me. "I have a tournament today. Were you not informed? I must now retrieve my armor."

"O-okay. I will help you dress." A quick not signals me to follow him. He leads me to the back of the stable, to a shelf. Numerous pieces of metallic fittings are aligned, varying in colors and shapes.

Picking some up, I recognize his signature emblem engraved on the breastplate. Stacking them on the bench, he continues to fish for more muttering something unintelligible.

"Who did this!? I must have a word with the fool who messed up the armor arrangements." Turning to me, he explains what he meant."Normally, each shelf has a separate person's armor. However, these are in complete disarray. I very much hope it is not Jonathon's fault. Although it very well may be..."

"Now. I believe this is all." Finished gathering his armor, he gestures at the mountainous pile on the bench.

Oh my. That is quite a bit of armor to put on. It should take some time. I will probably need to leave for him to dress. "I will be return after you don in the under-tunic. Please call me-"

"Wait! I will need a bit of help! Stay." That last command was growled, an order from the duke.

"Y-yes Milord" He pulls off his shirt and hands it to me. Folding it, I watch to see what he will do next. It appears that he will remove his pants! I hastily turn around, trying to preserve his modesty. Truly, I think my heart would stop if I were to see him...

"I am finished. You may turn around now. I was quite fine with a spectator. Averting your eyes was not necessary."

Blushing, I realize that he has not yet donned a shirt. O-oh my. It is quite a sight. I must look away... Reaching under the pile of armor, I pull out his shirt. Unfortunately, his helmet falls over, so I scramble to retrieve it.

"Here" I hand him his undershirt. With swift motions, he pulls it over his head, concealing his bare, muscular chest. Inwardly, I sigh. I may never be able to see it again-

"Hand me the Hauberk. I must don that first." Searching through the pile, I spot the chainmail shirt. Handing it to him, he shakes it out and pulls it over his head. "Next is the..."
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“Good. That is all of the armor. Thank you for your assistance." He is now fully clad, only his helmet remaining. It had taken quite some time to dress him, but it was not unpleasant. I learned about the armor and was able to talk with the Duke.

"You are very much welcome! It was a pleasure helping you."

"The tournament is in twenty minutes. Would you lie to attend?" He appears to be serious posing this question. Not wanting to pass up a rare offer, I accept.

"Good. Then I will see you soon." Grace fully mounting Serenity, He gallops out of the stable.

"Yes!" I dance in the corridor, overcome with excitement. "I cannot wait for the tournament!" After leaving the stables I returned to the main building, preparing for my scolding. I, however, am too happy to be fearful. After all, what is one lashing in comparison to watching the Duke Joust?

Opening the Maid chamber's door, I find Helena waiting with an amused expression.

"Did you enjoy yourself, Adella?"

Quickly wiping the smile off my face, I half-nod.

"Good. Now, you must finish sweeping the halls. Finish quickly and I will turn a blind-eye to this evening."

"W-wait! You mean I can go to the tournament? No lashing...punishment...stable duty? W-why?" Confusion scrambles my mind, preventing a coherent thought. "But I wasn’t supposed to be in the stables! How did you know where I was?"

Helena is standing with folded arms, waiting for me to finish stuttering. Pausing,
I wait to hear her reasoning.

"First of all, I have always known that you go to the stables to clear your mind. I can also tell when you are preoccupied by something.

"Wha-"

"Second of all, this morning you appeared troubled. You are never late, nor do you ever forget to wipe down the dining-hall tables."

The tables! I had completely forgotten about them! Every morning, after bring breakfast to the Duke, I wipe them down from breakfast. Today, I was so preoccupied with my feelings that I had skipped the duty.

"And third of all, you were invited to watch the tournament. I know because Duke Rothessay literally begged for your permission to attend. Which you may. And do not bother cleaning down the tables; I had Annie take care of it.”

Curtsying I thank Helena, "Thank you very much for allowing me to attend. I also thank you for understanding. I shall not forget my duties again."

Nodding, Helena accepts my apology. "You are dismissed. Go finish sweeping the
hallways, and be sure not to run into any more servants.

Blushing because she found out, I exit the chamber. Turning around, I walk into Annie who was leaning against the wall. Was she listening in on our conversation?
The torture would never end if she found out! She already harbors extreme distaste for me.

"My, my. Enjoying yourself, I see." Annie spits the words out like venom, intent on poisoning me. "Not only did I have to clean all of the dining tables, I also will have to do your evening duties while you are out at a tournament. Isn't that nice?"

She heard us. She knows. And know she hates me even more. This time- this time it is my fault; I was out, enjoying myself while she was working hard. I should not blame her...

"I am very sorry. I will make it up to you, Annie!" Seeing the disbelief in her eyes, I know that it is not possible to appease her.

"Ha." With that, she turns and walks away, each step hard with anger.
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The heat is suffocating, wringing the life of you. Various songs are performed, varying from sing-along’s to sad ballads. Jesters juggle knives here and there, eliciting gasps of fear. The aroma of fried pastries and candied almonds colors the air, drawing salivating passersby’s. Merchandise calls echo from the stalls lining the field.

Looking around, I see the largest crowd gathered around a ring. Ah, that must be where the tournament will take place. The closer I walk, the loader the cheers get, displaying favoritism between the competitors. It seems that a match is ending, and
that the man with the red-orange plumes is winning. Of course, I did not see the match from the beginning, nor do I know who is who. Watching silently, I cringe every time the man in the purple is hit. He is taking direct blows fro m the other competitor. He also appears to be tiring; his moves are much slower in comparison.

A sharp crack followed by an uproar signifies that a pole has broken. Peering closely, I see that the man in purple was knocked off his horse, but the other man's weapon splintered. A tie! They will play a rematch later, but next is the Duke's turn.
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The ring has been cleared of all debris, and the destroyed hay bales were replaced.
A silence clears the crowed, hung with anticipation for the next match.

Someone enters the ring, clad in a mass of colorful plumes. "Lord Cyrus!" An announcer shouted, drawing cheers from the crowd. A man clad in red entered; I recognized him as Duke Rothessay. "Versus Duke Rothessay!" More cheers erupted, showing their loyalty for the competitor.

"Get ready!" The competitors galloped to the center of the ring, bracing their horses. "Get set!" They steady their poles, aimed directly for their opponent.
"Go!" The crowd is alive with the names of their favorite member. "Go Duke! Go Milord! Fight!! Win! Hit him!"

Duke Rothessay had backed up, preparing to charge. Lord Cyrus, however, was closing on the Duke. Rearing his horse, Lord Cyrus charged at the Duke. His pole hit the Duke in the center of his chest, nearly knocking him off his horse. Charging, Duke Rothessay charged appearing to be aimed for his opponent's helm. With a resonating thud, the helmed was hit, causing Lord Cyrus to lose grip of his shield. Because the rules did not allow any fallen armor to be retrieved, Duke Rothessay was clearly at an advantage.

For over five minutes, the competitors sparred viciously. Every time the Duke is hit, my heart leaps, afraid that he would fall off. I silently cheer whenever the Duke's weapon contacts Lord Cyrus. I am enjoying myself; enjoying watching the Duke compete.

Rearing, Duke Rothessay charges at his weary opponent. Raising his wooden weapon, he angles it toward Lord Cyrus's chest. Lord Cyrus, who had previously lost his weapon, raises his left arm trying to protect himself.

"No!" Half of the crowd cries as Lord Cyrus deflects the blow. Wait! The Duke is still charging, and the spear hits Lord Cyrus's helm. The crowd suddenly becomes deafly silent with shock, not expecting the blow to land. Lord Cyrus is thrown off his horse with such a force that his horse rears.

"Yes!" I surprise myself with the sudden outburst. Blushing, I look around, but no one notices- everyone else is also cheering. Shrugging, I join. "Yes! Good job! Nice match!"

Climbing back onto his horse, Lord Cyrus rides off. He looks defeated, both physically and mentally. Oh! I had forgotten. These matches can also bring you pride or shame. I can assume that Lord Cyrus' name has been tainted by his defeat.
Duke Rothessay, still on his horse, waves to the crowd. He then gallops after Lord Cyrus, leaving the crowd anxious for another match.

I walk towards the main stalls, looking for the Duke to congratulate.

"Ah, there you are Adella!"

"Wha-!" I jump with shock, tripping on my petticoat. "Gah!" Ouch. That's going to
hurt. Scrunching my eyes, I brace myself for the impact on the rocky grass. Seconds pass, and I realize that I feel no pain. Opening one eye, I look down and see myself suspended over the ground. That means...I look up, and see Duke Rothessay smirking, openly amused at my blunder.

"Ah!" I jump back, removing myself from his embrace. Dusting off my skirts, I straighten myself, very much embarrassed.

"Steady now. I may not be able to catch you next time." He chuckles, making my face red. "Did you get to watch the match?"

"Yes, I was able too! It was very suspenseful, especially when you were almost hit!
I thought you would fall off....."

"Hmm?" His head is tilted, waiting for me to finish.

Oh! That sounded like I had no faith in his skill. "O-of course, I knew you would win! I-i rooted for you the entire time!" I look down, thoroughly embarrassed, especially that I stuttered. I hear a soft sound, and look around to locate the source. Looking up, I see it is the duke laughing. Good! I did not offend him. I know some competitors are very sensitive on such subjects.

"Well, good then. I feel better reassured that you had complete faith in me. Right?" He raises his eyebrows, waiting for me to respond. But I won't. I have already stumbled enough.

I shall change the subject! "Have you tried any of the dishes? The apple pastries smell delightful! But so do the almond candies and the jelly spoons. And the chocolate logs. I wonder if they have any cakes here... But I cannot afford all, so I shall try one."Yes?"

He disappeared! I wonder where he went. Or maybe I tired him with my senseless chatter. Like Head-maid, said, I must not grow to close...I shall apologize when he returns. Yes, and return to complete my duties. I must find a way to mollify Annie, especially since it is my fault for her extra work...

"Here, I have returned" Turning, I see the Duke standing behind me, holding something. "Try this one, it smelt the best" He hands me a warm item wrapped in paper. "I purchased some the items on your list of delicacies. And acquired a few others...."

I understand now! He disappeared to purchase me food from the stands. I was talking about them, but only to change the subject. I shall thank him, nonetheless.

"Thank you! I truly appreciate this. And I should not have you spend money on things for me...."

"Do not worry. If you do, I will make it an order. Now, eat! I will try the pear-crisp."

Okay, then I will accept them. And I cannot forget to bring Annie a treat. Even though it is not much, it is only what I can do. I bite into the treat in my hand, suddenly overwhelmed with flavor. "This is apple, right?"

"Yes, that was the first pastry you had listed. How is it?" Waiting for a reply, he walks over to a bench under a tent. He pats the spot next to him, indicating for me to sit.

"It is delightful! It has just enough cinnamon to enhance the flavor. And some nutmeg, even though it is very expensive. The apples are still crisp, so I assume they were lightly cooked..."

"You seem to know a lot on cooking. Have you any experience in that area?"

"Not much, no. I spend a lot of time in the kitchen watching Theressa cook. I learned all of this from her." Many of the days I simply stood next to her, just watching. It was very calming, especially between my never ending duties. She is very kind, even though seemingly guff and irascible.

"Ah, I see, then. Then I request dinner from you."

Dinner!? B-but I cannot cook! I only watched Theressa... "Sir, with all due respect, I have no experience in cooking! I have only watched!" It does not seem that my pleads will change his mind.

"Then Theressa may assist you. Here are the rest of the treats." He rests the paper bag on my lap and pats it. "I must be off. I look forward to dinner~"

Duke Rothessay walks off without looking back, only a farewell wave to me. He is so dignified...Oh! What shall I do about supper? I cannot disobey his command, so I must make it. I will need all of Theresa's help possible...

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After dinner, I collect my supplies to clean the tables, thinking over the evening’s events. Duke had liked my cooking, even though it was a simple meal.
Roasted hare with seared, spiced potatoes… I was very nervous, hoping to please him. But! I did, as he said, so I am content. Theresa just watched me cook, offering no assistance.

I sigh and clean off the fine silver, collecting them in a dish. Skipping back and forth, I hastily clear the dining table and head to my quarter. On the way, I knock on Annie’s door and offer the remaining treats.

“Annie, I apologize for disturbing you. I brought you some pastries from the fair.”

Her face softens, momentarily frozen with surprise. Then it hardens as she realizes her expression. The hard, dark light returns to her amber eyes as she glowers at me. “Go away. I do not want your company. Enjoyed your evening?” She hits the bag out of my hand and slams and the wooden door.

Sighing, I set the bag outside of her door walk down the hall to my room.

Even a week later people are still bustling about with festivities. The main activities are finished, such as the Jousting tournament, the juggling competition, knife-throwing, sewing… but people are still eating and drinking. This is why many servants dread the month of July. It is quite understandable…

I finish brushing my hair and plait it, finishing the ends with a piece of ribbon.
Exhaling, I close my eyes and lean back on my stool.

These people have many riches and enjoyments, although almost all is inborn. They do have troubles and worries, unlike what most peasants think, however. We are all human, after all. Just different castes. Different worries. Different pasts.

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“Adella! Hurry up! We don’t have much time left!”

I scurry over to the bedside, holding a candle and damp rags. My cheeks are streaked with tears, freely rolling down my face. The only sounds are labored breathing, my father’s choked voice, and my sobs. I lean downward and gently kiss my mother’s cheek, trying to remember her as the empowered, strong lady she was before. Not the sickly, dying one now. It shouldn’t have been her. No, not her.

I wipe my tears off her ashen cheeks, trying to smile. “I love you, mother.”
Sitting back, I hold her hand, feeling for her pulse. It is low. Almost gone.

“Rest well, Isolde.” My father kisses her forehead and stands up, drawing the sheet over her face. “It is finished, Adella. She will suffer no longer. Go clean your face…” He leaves the room, brushing past me in haste.

Sighing, I wipe my face off on my apron and retreat to my room.

Not a month ago she was as healthy as a horse, harboring enough energy to tend to all of the animals and housework. One day she suddenly fell ill. It worsened rapidly, robbing her of any life in her aged bones. Due to fear of contamination, the village shunned us, scared of illness after the Black Death. It could not possible be the Black Death, since it passed approximately 50 years ago. There have been reported cases of the sickness occasionally, but nothing enough to cause a panic. Then what was it? But that does not matter now. After all, the sickness has already taken its toll- my mother’s life. I hope my father is not next, as for he is all I have left.

I feel the tears run down my cheeks again, due to the thought over the recent events. Wiping them off quickly, I berate myself aloud. “No, Adella, you must be strong. You have all of these responsibilities now. And, if any of the livestock or crop is late, the king will punish the family. Even the village if he feels like it. So be strong…” I close my eyes and lay on my cot, attempting sleep. Clearing my mind, I let the last of the tears escape, not bothering to wipe them away.

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I gather the wheat and set it on the table to beat. I have already tended the cows, sheep and horses. All that is left is to cook. I hope that bread will be enough for father. The tithe was raised recently by the church. The village barely has enough money to survive! If the tithe is raised not of can even afford any basic supplies…
Signing, I start dinner. Porridge shall do. I will have to buy some cabbage from the Alcotts come Friday.

I hear my Father walk in and I turn around to address him. “Will porridge work for dinner?” He ignores my question, looking solemn. My heart instantly freezes, worried about what he may say. “Y-yes? What is it?” I set down the bowls and walk up to him slowly.

“Your mother died about a month ago. Soon after, the taxes raised and the Church’s demands have become more difficult to reach. This is not going to work.” He pauses and looks down, crestfallen. “You will have to go work in the Castle. I’m sorry.
This is the only way for us to survive.”

I stand there, dumbfounded at the new information bestowed upon me. My mouth opens and closes wordlessly as I fumble for proper words.

“B-but I can’t! Not in the Castle! You need help here on the farm and, and….and….”

“Adella.” My father cuts me off and rests his calloused hand on my shoulder. “You must go.”

“I don’t want to” I whisper, barely audible over the squalls of the animals outside.

“Please. It is the only way. Please!”

I sink to the floor, face in hands and try to absorb my new task. Everything darkens, becomes silent, overshadowed by the recent news bestowed upon me. I have too. It is now my responsibility to take care of this household. Mother would have wanted….Mother is dead. I shouldn’t dwell on the past.

“Yes. I will go. Starting next week, I will apply. I heard that they were at a deficit in servants.”

I also heard that living as a maid in the castle is extremely difficult and many women are abused. They are at the mercy of their lords and ladies. We peasants have no power. We never did. We never will. I… I am scared. This home is all I know.…

“Thank you, Adella.”

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My body jolts forward as I find myself falling off the stool. I must have drifted off thinking about... then.

No use. It has been three years. I was sixteen then, barely a woman. Thinking about it, we were actually prosperous, having a proper roof over our heads. But compared to this… this lavish life the nobility live, we were nothing. The town altogether was nothing. It was just a weed growing on a high rock wall. Easily discardable when discovered a pest. Struggling to survive, grasping at any glimmer of light and hope. Sure to die.

I lean forward, resting my elbows on the wooden table. I run my hands through my hair, unplaiting it. I watch the ribbon fall to the cold, dark floor. As I bend down to pick it up, I spot a piece of paper under the table, scrawled with something. Retrieving bother objects I inspect the paper.

“Adella, I enjoyed our friendship together. I have only known you for two years, but those were the best that I have worked hear. Thank…”

I startle myself with chocking gasps, holding back tears. Esther! I had forgotten! Esther… it has been a year since you… left. A long year, but it has passed nonetheless.

Standing up, I hastily blow the lamp out, and run to my bed across the chilly floor.

I shall not dwell on the past. I’ll think about it later. But for now, rest.