The Countess? Does that mean she is a noble lady? I didn't know how the hierarchy worked, so I had no idea how important a Countess was. If I do remember correctly, Gwen's cousin was also a Countess and she was lower than Gwen in rank. So, Bridget should also be lower than Gwen in noble rankings.
"Oh..." I muttered, not sure what to say.
"I know you are a little startled, but don't be, Durnca is a small town, I'm not that mighty."
"When you say you are the Countess of Durnca, what do you mean? There is only one?"
"Yes, just myself. Other towns have their Dukes and Duchess, including their Earls and Countesses, but the highest nobles in Durnca are myself and my husband."
"I see, that is admirable. And I get to be the Countess' friend, it is an honour." Bridget chuckled.
"Don't be like that, I'm not really special. But I do crave some companionship from a lady I can be free with. I have a feeling that it can be you; you wouldn't mind visiting
I was almost settled in Durnca; I was getting used to the everyday life with just me and Papa. He had almost sold out his stocked rum he had made earlier and he said soon enough, he'd completely stop his trips until winter is over. I wasn't leaving the house just yet, I was still getting accustomed to my environment, cleaning, cooking, washing, caring for the animals in the little barn and chicken coop... nothing out of the ordinary. After a few days, I still couldn't set up the fireplace and we stayed close to the kitchen when it got really cold. I was in the kitchen one of those days, baking bread which we would eat with meat for our lunch when I saw a small hand reach into the window and dip into the big pot of water I just boiled for my bath. The little thief yelped and withdrew his hand. I quickly went around the house and found a child burying his hand into the snow. The boy was dressed in filthy clothes and looked like he hadn't b
Since the boy mentioned soup and I had a few ingredients to make Pease-soup, I did just that. I thought about waiting for Pa to get his permission, I mean, he would want the fireplace to be running as well but he didn't get home on time, even when the soup was ready. So, I put the Hallewell's portion of soup in a smaller different pot, wore my coat Gwen had given me and I made my way to the next house which the boy said was theirs. The house was rundown, like no one paid it any attention at all, it needed a lot of fixing. The roof over the porch was shaky, the porch stairs was missing two layers, the fence had a lot of holes in them and the lock was broken. You'd think a farmer would be bothered about keeping his property off limits to strangers. "There you are!" I heard the boy squeaked from inside the house as he threw open the doors and ran out to meet me. "Is that the food? What did you cook? Something smells so good." He tried reaching for the po
I fell asleep in the chair while waiting for both Papa and Christopher. I hoped Papa would come home first so I could tell him that Christopher would be visiting; I couldn't risk getting him upset with me for involving myself with them.When I woke up to a knock on the door, I rushed to open it, expecting to see Papa... instead Christopher was standing there, holding a wooden box that must contain some tools."Where is the fireplace?" He asked. No hello, no goodday."Right this way." I forced a smile, stepping aside to let him in. He followed quietly behind me to my failed attempt at a fireplace."It needs a chimney first." He muttered, dropping to his knee while the examined the space."Oh, yes. That is important but we thought we would create the fireplace first and then we can create the chimney when the handymen start working again." I might as well be talking to myself as he paid no attention to me."I guess I'll leave you to it then. Unless you need my help?""Not necessary." He
I made a stop at the market to buy some candles and potatoes, all the while wondering if I should sew a few pairs of socks for Papa and myself because of the cold; he would like that. And our new fireplace will help as well.Then I began to worry, I left Papa alone with Christopher; not that I thought Christopher was harmful but because I know Papa doesn't like him. What if they get into an argument? Maybe Christopher wouldn't want to fix the fireplace anymore...I walked faster, my heart was beating loudly in my chest; all the excitement of the new gown was gone.As I got closer to the house, I heard raised male voices and I panicked, running into the house."...yes, but I have to grow different crops, that is different methods on one farm." I heard Christopher say before drinking deeply from a mug of... rum? They were both grinning, so they were really arguing as I had thought. And they ignored my presence, lost in their conversation."It doesn't make my work easier. After growing t
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. It's been years since I last had that dream, I hated being reminded how mama left us like that, it was so depressing. It was probably all the talk about Gwen mama that triggered it.But I couldn't turn down Bridget's invite so suddenly, I had to go no matter what. I took a bath and got dressed in my new gown, packing my hair in a half bun, just how Gwen liked it.When I got downstairs, Christopher was already bent over the fireplace, delivering the finishing touches, it looked really nice."You look pretty." I heard the boy's voice from the doorway, he was holding up logs of wood. That was when Christopher noticed me, standing straight as he studied me. For some reason, I felt uneasy as his eyes scanned my body."Yes, she does." He said finally and I actually sighed in relief. Why?!"Urh... I have to...""Can you sew a dress for me?" The boy asked, interrupting me. A dress? Why would he want a dress? For himself or to give a girl he fancied?"Ce
Feeling happy with my visit, I rejected Bridget's offer to let the coachman take me home, I preferred to walk home; after all I didn't have to protect the gown from getting wet and walking helped me relax and collect my thoughts.It was a good thing Lance was there, even though he was a charming man, I was only interested in the attention he got me when he let me cut his hair, he was nice though and he keep staring at me from across the table. That was rude but like he said, he has been at sea too long and has lost his manners.All in all, I enjoyed breakfast with Bridget's family. Now, it was time for me to return to my task at hand. Now that we had the fireplace up and running, I had to do something nice for Christopher and his son. I wonder if his visit to the Jones went well, goodness knows he needs a wife and..."Get off, you crazy pimp!" I snapped out of my thoughts and came to a halt when I saw a group of boys fighting, it was three against one... Christopher's son. They were f
After her bath, we kept ourselves busy searching through Gwen's old clothes from when she was about Cecilia's age, for the prettiest that was sure to catch Christopher's eye.We settled for a lilac purple dress that was just her size. Before I let her wear her new dress, I made her sit at the mirror while I trimmed her hair to look more presentation, she now had bangs and a ponytail, complete with her new dress; she was a pretty little girl."Papa is going to like this?" She asked as she turned this way and that in front of the mirror."Yes, you're his pretty daughter. Though I wonder why you didn't ask for a dress sooner." Her face fell for a bit."He said I looked better in his clothes." How annoying! What girl looks better in boys' clothes?We heard a knock on the door and Cecilia was bolting to go open it. I followed closely behind.It was Christopher but he looked a bit sad. He took one look at Cecilia and then up to me."Is Cecilia here?" He asked. The girl suddenly burst out la
I was so bold the night before when I told Cecilia we would get on all fours to clean, but now, as I stared at the filth, all I wanted to do was run back to my clean home as fast as I could.By the time we woke up, ate breakfast, changed to less clean clothes and reached Christopher's house, he wasn't there; maybe he had somewhere to go so early in the morning.Cecilia and I stood side by side, observing the mess. I didn't even know where to begin."I am ashamed that this is my house. Now I've slept in your clean house, I can't come back to living here." Cecilia said, holding up her nose in disgust. Well would you look at that! See what one bath can change?"It's a good thing you feel that way. Now, let's get to cleaning before your Papa comes back. I must admit, seeing that shocked expression on his face is hilarious and silly." Cecilia laughed."I'd wager my new dress that he would walk past his own house and not recognise it." I chuckled and nudged her."All right, come on now. We