girl out of time

11) one month

one month.

I've bean hear, one hole month. and no ones even asked my name. to them I was 'miss Elpmet'.

the short dumpy lady who was 'head maid', I later found out her name was mrs further, called me that and the others just followed.

I told them I was a 'foreign' traveler in need of work.

And that's all I needed, not papers , no proof, no first name. I just asked!

Which I found very annoying after the trouble I had in town.

I even managed to get a place to stay!

it was I the servants courtiers. it was a big skewer room fills with beds, it kinda reminded me of a big hospital word, with its crisp sheets and sparse furniture.

it was for women that were ether unmarried or widowed and didn't have enough money to pay for a home. I was the only one in there 20s hear they were ether young or old, I'm guessing thay the women my age were sapposite be Married,

grate another resin for me to not fit in.

The accommodation was a grate big bonus on what I was expecting... well I was expecting a "piss off"... actually more ' escort her out' but there we go!

The bed was full of straw and lumpy, but it beat the floor.

the lack of privacy wold be an issue and I needed to be constantly aware, but I can deal with that.

on the down side there was a bell in the room. attached to string. so if one of the big wigs up sitars wanted anything it wold wake us all up... Then again I hardly slept anymore anyway.

The work was simple, tedious and repetitive... and made a hell a lot harder with Broken ribs and a dress! Like little annoying things like cooking, cleaning, changing beds and serving meals.

I had encountered Arthur and knights several times during this time. i served them drinks at dinner. when thy called me over I'd glue my eyes to my hands, not making eye contact at any time.

tho the chances of recognition was slim, the nagging feeling of worry kept my eyes diverted on instinct.

For most part thy never gave me a second glance. just a finger click, point. after all i was only the 'serving wench'. But of coarse Arthur had to notice something was up.

I'd fell his piecing blue eyes follow me round the room and when he called me over he'd ask me questions, nothing to obvious but it was like he was trying to catch me out. I managed to stay silent for the most part, but when it absolutely became necessary that answer him i become painfully polite, quiet and my 'stutter' wold become very obvious.

It was hardly the grate mercenary assignment i was yous to and the lack if danger made me edgy.

when i was on missions i knew who was out to get me. now. now there all just people.

the closest I got to that was hiding behind a tree to avoid Mary Thorpen, who to my joy I found that she helped out at the castle occasionally!

fun!

It wasn't all bad. at the very least it kept my mind busy all day, I always had something to be doing.

but at night my insomnia worsened, the hours i lay awake, afraid of what nightmares sleep wold bring made it hard not to retreating into the shadows of my thoughts. But I absolutely refused to let my self to morn. I couldn't let my self become destructed.

that will only lead to mistakes.

I meat Alfred 'the healer' on my second day. he was the castle physician.