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cock, touch its head, run it down the length…
The tension tightened to that glorious point of unbearable
heat, poised at the brink of a precipice. He imagined her holding his balls, touching
them with her tongue, and he pitched over the brink, spurting his seed over his
hand and belly. He soaked in the pleasure of it and at last fell asleep with
thoughts of Mary a sweet guide.
Chapter Seven
The day got off to a somewhat sluggish beginning the next
morning. Mary had to drag an unwilling body out of bed, so she sympathized with
the workers who had to rise even earlier, although she was grateful to find
enough of the kitchen staff had showed up to provide food.
She fortified herself with a cup of warmed, spiced cider and
a slice of bread smeared with the head cook’s special multi-fruit preserves
before she headed toward the kitchen to check on how badly the previous day’s
festivities had depleted supplies.
Sounds echoed around the enclosed hall between the main part
of the manor and the kitchens. Before she entered the cavernous main cooking
area, she knew there were problems. She could hear the shouts of the head cook
and several other voices arguing from a good distance away. The cacophony of
raised voices grew louder as she got closer, with more voices entering the
fray.
Mary stopped at the entrance, surveying the scene in the
main room of the kitchen for a moment.
Six people stood in the middle of the space, the head cook,
the head baker, three of the kitchen girls and a younger boy. All except the
boy were talking at once, each one arguing their own point of view with fierce
intensity. Even after listening for a couple of minutes, Mary couldn’t get the
entire gist of the argument, though she did pick up that each of the girls
tried to pass off guilt for some lapse onto the others or onto persons not
present.
The head cook looked up and noticed her presence. The others
followed her line of sight, and all of them fell silent when they saw her.
“What is the problem here?” Mary asked.
All of them started talking at once. Mary held up a hand to
quiet them.
She looked at the head cook and said, “Eadwynne, if you
would start?”
The woman, older, gray-haired, tall and thin, said, “I told
Arice and Jehane to be sure the stew for this evening’s dinner was begun first
thing this morning so the meat would be tender. But when I arrived, they hadn’t
started it.”
“We had no meat,” Arice, a girl of no more than fourteen or
fifteen answered. “Joseph should have brought us a haunch this morning, but he
didn’t.”
“You could have started preparing the vegetables instead of
standing around complaining about the meat,” Eadwynne scolded.
“Did anyone try to find Joseph to ask about the meat?” Mary
asked.
Arice and Jehane stared at each other. “I told her to go,”
Jehane said. “I had to get the fire stoked and get the potatoes.”
“I was supposed to do that,” Arice complained. “You just
said you’d do it instead, so you wouldn’t have to go outside in the cold to
find him.”
“Neither one of you wanted to go out,” Mary said, cutting
across their revived argument. “We’ll deal with that later. Has anyone seen
Joseph?”
“Nay, my lady,” each said in turn.
“I’ll go find him,” she said. “In the meantime, you’ll do as
Eadwynne directs.”
“Aye,” they agreed.
Mary left the kitchen and headed for the barn. Some of the
young men who shared quarters in the men’s barracks should be there.
Initially no one admitted to knowing where the missing
Joseph could be found. One of the stable boys said he’d seen him get up and go
out that morning and another confirmed he wasn’t in his bed. She sent a couple
to search the men’s’ quarters.
While she waited for their return, she talked to the stable
hands about the horses. A couple of the younger boys were more than happy to
share their affection for their charges and a great deal of information about
them.
The tension tightened to that glorious point of unbearable
heat, poised at the brink of a precipice. He imagined her holding his balls, touching
them with her tongue, and he pitched over the brink, spurting his seed over his
hand and belly. He soaked in the pleasure of it and at last fell asleep with
thoughts of Mary a sweet guide.
Chapter Seven
The day got off to a somewhat sluggish beginning the next
morning. Mary had to drag an unwilling body out of bed, so she sympathized with
the workers who had to rise even earlier, although she was grateful to find
enough of the kitchen staff had showed up to provide food.
She fortified herself with a cup of warmed, spiced cider and
a slice of bread smeared with the head cook’s special multi-fruit preserves
before she headed toward the kitchen to check on how badly the previous day’s
festivities had depleted supplies.
Sounds echoed around the enclosed hall between the main part
of the manor and the kitchens. Before she entered the cavernous main cooking
area, she knew there were problems. She could hear the shouts of the head cook
and several other voices arguing from a good distance away. The cacophony of
raised voices grew louder as she got closer, with more voices entering the
fray.
Mary stopped at the entrance, surveying the scene in the
main room of the kitchen for a moment.
Six people stood in the middle of the space, the head cook,
the head baker, three of the kitchen girls and a younger boy. All except the
boy were talking at once, each one arguing their own point of view with fierce
intensity. Even after listening for a couple of minutes, Mary couldn’t get the
entire gist of the argument, though she did pick up that each of the girls
tried to pass off guilt for some lapse onto the others or onto persons not
present.
The head cook looked up and noticed her presence. The others
followed her line of sight, and all of them fell silent when they saw her.
“What is the problem here?” Mary asked.
All of them started talking at once. Mary held up a hand to
quiet them.
She looked at the head cook and said, “Eadwynne, if you
would start?”
The woman, older, gray-haired, tall and thin, said, “I told
Arice and Jehane to be sure the stew for this evening’s dinner was begun first
thing this morning so the meat would be tender. But when I arrived, they hadn’t
started it.”
“We had no meat,” Arice, a girl of no more than fourteen or
fifteen answered. “Joseph should have brought us a haunch this morning, but he
didn’t.”
“You could have started preparing the vegetables instead of
standing around complaining about the meat,” Eadwynne scolded.
“Did anyone try to find Joseph to ask about the meat?” Mary
asked.
Arice and Jehane stared at each other. “I told her to go,”
Jehane said. “I had to get the fire stoked and get the potatoes.”
“I was supposed to do that,” Arice complained. “You just
said you’d do it instead, so you wouldn’t have to go outside in the cold to
find him.”
“Neither one of you wanted to go out,” Mary said, cutting
across their revived argument. “We’ll deal with that later. Has anyone seen
Joseph?”
“Nay, my lady,” each said in turn.
“I’ll go find him,” she said. “In the meantime, you’ll do as
Eadwynne directs.”
“Aye,” they agreed.
Mary left the kitchen and headed for the barn. Some of the
young men who shared quarters in the men’s barracks should be there.
Initially no one admitted to knowing where the missing
Joseph could be found. One of the stable boys said he’d seen him get up and go
out that morning and another confirmed he wasn’t in his bed. She sent a couple
to search the men’s’ quarters.
While she waited for their return, she talked to the stable
hands about the horses. A couple of the younger boys were more than happy to
share their affection for their charges and a great deal of information about
them.
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