Apples

Today, while cleaning the house and our few belongings with Brigid, there was a knock on the door. Since I was in the bed chamber doing the linens Brigid is the one who answered the door. I kept listening for voices but heard none, so I stepped into the main room to see who was here but I only saw Brigid. She was standing in the middle of the room holding a basket of apples.

 So of course I naturally asked her who had brought them. She replied she did not know for the basket was alone at the door. Not a person was in sight. With my curiosity kindled I looked out my window. *Sighs* I should have known who would have brought the apples but Archer has not been in my thoughts for days. Yes, Archer is the one that brought the apples.

  I threw open my door and walked straight up to Archer with the basket of apples and told him I can buy my own apples if my mind is of that nature. He bowed, rather mockingly, to me and says that since I had forgotten my apples at our last meeting the least he could do was to bring some of the fruit. I stood there dumb struck for a moment, then dropped the basket of apples on his feet and turned around in a huff and went back in my house...slamming the door. Oh that brazen man!

Meeting Archer

  It was when I went to a York market, close to an old and unused Jewish temple, since the massacre of the Jews  at York Castle and the leaving of some,there are not many Jews left in town.

  As I was saying, I went to York today, and without Brigid,  to get a few things to put into the pantry when I happened upon a crowd watching a somewhat handsome man showing off his perceived skills as an archer and a swordsman, however his ego is bigger because he calls himself Archer. Needless to say I was not impressed and continued on with my shopping.

 When I was looking over the apples is when a large paw in disguise as a man's hand came upon mine as I was reaching for the fruit. I looked to see that the hand belongs to Archer and he is giving me a look that made me feel things that only my husband should make  me feel. Naturally, I did not let this be known to him for I gave Archer an irritated and haughty look and asked him to kindly remove his hand before I call for a soldier to remove it for him. He just grinned and kept looking at me and making me feel in ways that I have not felt in a long time. Not since Sir Guy loved me. I ache for his touch while writing this.

  Anyway, all Archer did was stand there and give me that look for the longest time or so it seemed. He also finally removed his hand and winked at me. So naturally I became flustered and slapped him and returned to my abode without any apples and a cross Brigid waiting for me. But for the first time in along time I feel free or as free as a woman can in my position.