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own?”
“Yes, we have some; however, my country isn’t as old as your country.”
“Where be this old Roman place that ye be digging?” Eric inquired.
Stacey told him without thinking, “It’s just outside Druid’s Grove. The old Druid religion worshiped trees. They held many of their ceremonies there.”
“Yes, I know of it, it be a pagan religion.”
“Did you know Wallingford was an old roman town? It’s just between Reading and Oxford,” Stacey said, enthusiastically.
“We will talk more later, ye must rest now and get strong again,” Eric encouraged. He wanted nothing more than to stay and hold her in his arms, but common sense told him to go. He felt if he could find her a way back to her home and family her father would consider his suit of her.
“Will you kiss me one more time before you go?” Stacey asked. She knew she was being too forward, but she didn’t care. It seemed her whole world had turned up side down and he was the one strong force that she could hold onto.
Eric was surprised by her candor but admired her straight forwardness. With a gentle touch he kissed her and said, “Get strong lass and we will do more than kiss.”
Stacey watched him walk out the door and wondered to herself; was I meant to be here and never go back. Better yet, am I supposed to take Eric back with me? Could this be my destiny? Well, it could be worse. Stacey fell asleep dreaming of how Eric would be amazed at the things he would experience in her time.
Stacey spent most of the day sleeping. Someone checked on her every so often. They woke her at mid-day to eat a light meal. When the eventide meal came, Stacey wondered why his lordship had not been back to see her. The next day when Rodric came to visit, she asked, “Where’s your brother?”
“I do not know,” he answered. “He left early yester morn on business, I am told. He promised to return ere my birthday.”
Stacey wondered what was so important that he left while she was still weak. In three days time she was much improved. She wanted to be strong and looking good by the time Eric returned. Stacey thought little about anything except what Eric had implied when he said, “Get strong lass and we will do more than kiss.” Whatever it is, she thought, I want it.
Eric had been gone five days when the guard at the gate announced, “His lordship is coming.”
It had been an anxious four days. Stacey had slept through the first day. Now she was nervous to see him again after that first night. Everyone was in the great hall when the servants helped his lordship in with his companions. Stacey’s heart fell when she realized it was Lord Hampton and not Eric that they meant. Lady Margaret and Rodric were very happy to see Lord Thomas and of course, Stacey was too. He was such a nice person and he had left Sir Perceval to watch over her so she forced herself to put her disappointment aside. It was best if no one knew how she felt about Eric, anyway.
Rodric had come to stand beside her to tell her they had another guest. It was Lady Isabelle Nelson.
“Yes, your father said a friend of Eric’s was with him.”
Just then, the most beautiful woman Stacey had ever seen stepped into the hall with servants in tow. She was blonde, short and voluptuous with breasts so big; Stacey wondered how she didn’t topple over. She had a tiny waist and ample hips and wore the most beautiful clothes.
“Are you ready for this?” Rodric asked.
“What?” Stacey asked.
“That is Lady Isabelle Nelson. She is Eric’s mistress.”
Stacey was speechless...well not for long. She said to Rodric, “So that’s the type of woman he prefers.”
“I suppose so,” Rodric said. “They have been together about two years now.”
Stacey hurt like she had never hurt before and she was angry. How stupid she felt. She had read books about the kind of men these people were. They thought nothing of
“Yes, we have some; however, my country isn’t as old as your country.”
“Where be this old Roman place that ye be digging?” Eric inquired.
Stacey told him without thinking, “It’s just outside Druid’s Grove. The old Druid religion worshiped trees. They held many of their ceremonies there.”
“Yes, I know of it, it be a pagan religion.”
“Did you know Wallingford was an old roman town? It’s just between Reading and Oxford,” Stacey said, enthusiastically.
“We will talk more later, ye must rest now and get strong again,” Eric encouraged. He wanted nothing more than to stay and hold her in his arms, but common sense told him to go. He felt if he could find her a way back to her home and family her father would consider his suit of her.
“Will you kiss me one more time before you go?” Stacey asked. She knew she was being too forward, but she didn’t care. It seemed her whole world had turned up side down and he was the one strong force that she could hold onto.
Eric was surprised by her candor but admired her straight forwardness. With a gentle touch he kissed her and said, “Get strong lass and we will do more than kiss.”
Stacey watched him walk out the door and wondered to herself; was I meant to be here and never go back. Better yet, am I supposed to take Eric back with me? Could this be my destiny? Well, it could be worse. Stacey fell asleep dreaming of how Eric would be amazed at the things he would experience in her time.
Stacey spent most of the day sleeping. Someone checked on her every so often. They woke her at mid-day to eat a light meal. When the eventide meal came, Stacey wondered why his lordship had not been back to see her. The next day when Rodric came to visit, she asked, “Where’s your brother?”
“I do not know,” he answered. “He left early yester morn on business, I am told. He promised to return ere my birthday.”
Stacey wondered what was so important that he left while she was still weak. In three days time she was much improved. She wanted to be strong and looking good by the time Eric returned. Stacey thought little about anything except what Eric had implied when he said, “Get strong lass and we will do more than kiss.” Whatever it is, she thought, I want it.
Eric had been gone five days when the guard at the gate announced, “His lordship is coming.”
It had been an anxious four days. Stacey had slept through the first day. Now she was nervous to see him again after that first night. Everyone was in the great hall when the servants helped his lordship in with his companions. Stacey’s heart fell when she realized it was Lord Hampton and not Eric that they meant. Lady Margaret and Rodric were very happy to see Lord Thomas and of course, Stacey was too. He was such a nice person and he had left Sir Perceval to watch over her so she forced herself to put her disappointment aside. It was best if no one knew how she felt about Eric, anyway.
Rodric had come to stand beside her to tell her they had another guest. It was Lady Isabelle Nelson.
“Yes, your father said a friend of Eric’s was with him.”
Just then, the most beautiful woman Stacey had ever seen stepped into the hall with servants in tow. She was blonde, short and voluptuous with breasts so big; Stacey wondered how she didn’t topple over. She had a tiny waist and ample hips and wore the most beautiful clothes.
“Are you ready for this?” Rodric asked.
“What?” Stacey asked.
“That is Lady Isabelle Nelson. She is Eric’s mistress.”
Stacey was speechless...well not for long. She said to Rodric, “So that’s the type of woman he prefers.”
“I suppose so,” Rodric said. “They have been together about two years now.”
Stacey hurt like she had never hurt before and she was angry. How stupid she felt. She had read books about the kind of men these people were. They thought nothing of
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