A Year of Days by Rebecca Ruger

Author:Rebecca Ruger [Ruger, Rebecca]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rebecca Ruger
Published: 2021-07-28T22:00:00+00:00

ELOISE TRIED TO BE useful, as the man was offering her both shelter and food. She gave a shudder thinking about how terrified she might have been if she’d not been so lucky to find Nicol, or he her, whatever the case.

She was quite proud of herself for not going into a full blown panic today when she’d woken and nothing had changed, that she was still here, in the thirteenth century. For quite a while today, she managed to convince herself that what actually had happened was that she’d fallen...somehow and had knocked her head but good. She was in a coma then, and this was what she knew inside her coma. She would remember none of it when she woke and recovered from her coma. It was naught but an elaborate scheme of her brain to keep her occupied while she was medically unable to wake. She talked herself into believing this theory for nearly an hour, until the nagging bit about knowing she was in a coma inside her coma seemed implausible.

She stayed close to the cottage now, as she tried not to be in Nicol’s way, as she sensed this morning that he didn’t care so much for her shadowing him all about. She’d been quite thrilled when he given her the rope to mend, as that had kept her busy. Now, hours later, she stood in the one room cottage and wondered what she might do inside here to be helpful. Cleaning was the first thing that came to mind, but she wasn’t sure what to clean or then, how to clean it.

There was no broom, no bucket and rags, no cleaning supplies at all that she only tidied up a bit. She lifted what served as a mattress to Nicol and tried to fluff it up a bit, wincing as she patted at it and straw dust plumed about her hand. Yuck. Leaving the bedcovers behind, she carted the whole linen covered mattress outside and gave it a good flapping, no easy task as it was heavier than imagined and cumbersome for the size of it. Changing tactics, she found a low branch upon a tree and slung the mattress over this and then searched for and collected a stick from the ground that she used to swat at the straw bed, satisfied with the amount of dust she scattered from it. She returned this to the cottage and had just laid the woolen blanket again over the bed when Nicol returned.

He laid down three clearly dead rabbits upon the table. Eloise’s eyes widened but she managed to choke back her initial want to cry out, Ew, don’t put those on the table. With a nod given toward her general direction, he left again, saying nothing.

Eloise stared at the poor little bunnies and debated moving them off the table where yesterday Nicol had sat and eaten his dinner. She knew some suspicion that she might regularly wish for gloves if she were to live for any length of time in this era.

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