My flat girl's chest pressed
against his wool and linen padded jousting jacket. Even through thirty layers
of fabric, I swear, I could feel his heart beat. I could smell him, too, the sweat and horses
of the tilting yard, his dark, sun-warmed hair. Strawberries spilled into the
grass. In that instant, with strong boy's arms locked around me, my life
changed forever.
And
why should this have been so important? I have plowed and planted beside a
prudent, hardworking husband. I have borne and raised children of whom I am
devilishly proud. I have healed the sick of every kind, and soothed the passage
from this world of those I could not save.
I have taught the lore of herbs. I have brewed a famous
ale, to the benefit of my family. Why should a kiss, a mere trial by a royal
boy, be so perfectly remembered?
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Juliet Waldron
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