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Author: Cheryl Bentley
the table. Iâll see to them.â
Marian got very upset and started crying. âHow could ye treateth me like that? I shall letteth you stay here with me in myn house as long as ye be nat nasty to me.â
âLook, Marian, Iâm sorry if I upset you. But this is MY house. I have a big fat debt to prove it. Jake and me bought it six months before we got married. Weâve spent all our free time doing it up. Worked our guts out, we have.â
âI can seeth it be changed a lot since I were here last. There was some oak beams running along the ceiling. The wood used were cutteth down by myn father in the woods. We hath much mud and horse-hair lying around the house, sheep dung even. I must needs say ye doneth a splendid work in cleaneth it all. The upstairs were a thatched loft, where I used to sleepeth, but I seeth that it be all changeth, too. And we hath a cooking fire here,â she said pointing to the middle of the kitchen, âand we hath shutters on the windows...â
âSorry, but when exactly did you live here?â Molly asked.
âFrom the year 834 to... I cannat remember when I stoppeth living here.â
â834!! Itâs 2012 now. Why thatâs... thatâs... so 6 added and 60, to make 900, and 12 years left over, then we need to add 100, then 1,000 that makes... Why thatâs 1,178 years ago! Are you kidding me?â
âNo, honest to God, I be telling ye the truth. I knoweth I used to liveth here with myn family,â Marian said. Then she started crying. âI can telleth ye that I spendeth many a sad night sobbing in myn bedroom upstairs. Ye be lucky, Molly, ye be married and happy. I were so unlucky and unhappy.â
âWhy? What happened to you?â Molly asked, âLetâs have some tea and biscuits and you can tell me all about yourself.â
So Marian began her cruel story.
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âIt be the beginning of autumn, around harvest time. Peasants cameth in to work for Lord Fortesque from nearby villages. I used to taketh baskets of bread down to them from the castle.
âThis young man nameth Barden befriendeth me. I weareth the prettiest dresses out of all the young women because I were Lady Fortesqueâs servant girl. I wanteth to ignore him, but this Barden becameth angry with me. I were afraid of him. I refuseth to answer when he speaketh to me. One day Barden snatcheth myn basket from me, throweth it angrily on the floor. He grabbeth me by the arm and, with a fierce look in his eyes. He telleth me that when he speaketh to me he wanteth an answer. Otherwise, he would buryeth me in the field. Then he laugheth as if he hath been joking, telleth me that I be the prettiest girl he hath ever seeneth and that he must needs talketh to me. I did nat answer but I seeth a gleaming sharp knife hangeth from his belt.
âThe castle of Lord and Lady Fortesque were surrounded by a high wall and protecteth by the cruellest guards. It were almost impossible to breaketh into the castle. But the next day Barden telleth me he would goeth back with me to the castle. I must needs meeteth him outside the castle gate that evening as soon as it becameth dark. He said I hath to bringeth a spare long shawl and bonnet with me. If I didst nat doth what I be telleth, he sayeth I would be sorry I hath ever been born. He were very violent, ye see.
âThat evening, he waiteth in the shadows in a small ditch near the castle. When he seeth me at the gate, he jumpeth out and grippeth myn arm cruelly. I telleth him to let me be. He sayeth he would nat doth me any harm if I calmeth mynself down and I speaketh nicely to him. I telleth him that I were working for Lady Fortesque so I could help keepeth myn family; myn father hath been badly injured by a falling tree when he were chopping timber. He asketh about myn work. Did I liketh the other servants? Then he asketh me about Lady Fortesque. I telleth him that myn mistress were a difficult
Marian got very upset and started crying. âHow could ye treateth me like that? I shall letteth you stay here with me in myn house as long as ye be nat nasty to me.â
âLook, Marian, Iâm sorry if I upset you. But this is MY house. I have a big fat debt to prove it. Jake and me bought it six months before we got married. Weâve spent all our free time doing it up. Worked our guts out, we have.â
âI can seeth it be changed a lot since I were here last. There was some oak beams running along the ceiling. The wood used were cutteth down by myn father in the woods. We hath much mud and horse-hair lying around the house, sheep dung even. I must needs say ye doneth a splendid work in cleaneth it all. The upstairs were a thatched loft, where I used to sleepeth, but I seeth that it be all changeth, too. And we hath a cooking fire here,â she said pointing to the middle of the kitchen, âand we hath shutters on the windows...â
âSorry, but when exactly did you live here?â Molly asked.
âFrom the year 834 to... I cannat remember when I stoppeth living here.â
â834!! Itâs 2012 now. Why thatâs... thatâs... so 6 added and 60, to make 900, and 12 years left over, then we need to add 100, then 1,000 that makes... Why thatâs 1,178 years ago! Are you kidding me?â
âNo, honest to God, I be telling ye the truth. I knoweth I used to liveth here with myn family,â Marian said. Then she started crying. âI can telleth ye that I spendeth many a sad night sobbing in myn bedroom upstairs. Ye be lucky, Molly, ye be married and happy. I were so unlucky and unhappy.â
âWhy? What happened to you?â Molly asked, âLetâs have some tea and biscuits and you can tell me all about yourself.â
So Marian began her cruel story.
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Chapter 12
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âIt be the beginning of autumn, around harvest time. Peasants cameth in to work for Lord Fortesque from nearby villages. I used to taketh baskets of bread down to them from the castle.
âThis young man nameth Barden befriendeth me. I weareth the prettiest dresses out of all the young women because I were Lady Fortesqueâs servant girl. I wanteth to ignore him, but this Barden becameth angry with me. I were afraid of him. I refuseth to answer when he speaketh to me. One day Barden snatcheth myn basket from me, throweth it angrily on the floor. He grabbeth me by the arm and, with a fierce look in his eyes. He telleth me that when he speaketh to me he wanteth an answer. Otherwise, he would buryeth me in the field. Then he laugheth as if he hath been joking, telleth me that I be the prettiest girl he hath ever seeneth and that he must needs talketh to me. I did nat answer but I seeth a gleaming sharp knife hangeth from his belt.
âThe castle of Lord and Lady Fortesque were surrounded by a high wall and protecteth by the cruellest guards. It were almost impossible to breaketh into the castle. But the next day Barden telleth me he would goeth back with me to the castle. I must needs meeteth him outside the castle gate that evening as soon as it becameth dark. He said I hath to bringeth a spare long shawl and bonnet with me. If I didst nat doth what I be telleth, he sayeth I would be sorry I hath ever been born. He were very violent, ye see.
âThat evening, he waiteth in the shadows in a small ditch near the castle. When he seeth me at the gate, he jumpeth out and grippeth myn arm cruelly. I telleth him to let me be. He sayeth he would nat doth me any harm if I calmeth mynself down and I speaketh nicely to him. I telleth him that I were working for Lady Fortesque so I could help keepeth myn family; myn father hath been badly injured by a falling tree when he were chopping timber. He asketh about myn work. Did I liketh the other servants? Then he asketh me about Lady Fortesque. I telleth him that myn mistress were a difficult