Castle, but the Lord and Lady she loves more than any husband are not at home...
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"It was odd to find myself at chores
that for years had seemed the province of servants lower than I. I swept and
hauled wood and water. Hugh was also out of practice at domestic tasks, and I
heard him cursing like a madman as he worked on the broken shutters, but he did
the heaviest lifting and was resourceful and good with his hands—far better
than I. The bedstead and the trunks made their way upstairs to the dark, warm
loft by the chimney. Hugh lifted me while I strung hanks of Sweet Annie,
rosemary and lavender from the dusty rafters to sweeten the air.
Out
of doors it snowed. Wind howled. The towers of Middleham Castle appeared and
disappeared magically behind slashing white. I was home again, but not in the
way I had so long imagined.
It
was bitter to stand in the shadow of the great keep and find myself reduced to
a humble cottager in the sparse northern village of a lord who was not
presently at home.
"Do
not grieve," Hugh said, catching me at it one day. He patted me on the
back.
My
first instinct was to pull away.
"Oh,
Rosie!" he scolded, gathering me patiently against the heat of his big
chest. "That is no life for the likes of you and me, running like dogs
whenever they call. We can make something of our own now. I tell you, lass, he
said," rubbing my shoulders and settling me warmly against his gut,
"for years I imagined I had a good life, but what does a young fool know?
This is contentment, to be well-settled, to know where I'll rest my head at
night, and who will rest beside me."
~~Juliet Waldron
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