The Innocent

of me had I not been able to read and to write?'

'Had you been ill educated, my lord Ranulf, I should have taught you myself,' she said, surprising him. 'I should not have thought any the less of you. Many men have not the time, but the abbess always said it was a great pity, for an ill-educated lord but tempted his servants to steal from him. We will go over John’s records together so he can see that you know how to read and to write, too. He will tell the others, and thus prevent anyone foolish enough from believing they might gull you. Now, on another matter, my lord Ranulf, if you are quarrying stone for the walls, then quarry some for the church. It lays half ruined. Until it is repaired, I cannot petition the bishop for another priest.'

'Have you any idea of how absolutely adorable you are, my Eleanore?'

She blushed. 'My lord!' she scolded him. 'What of my stone?'

'You have the sweetest mouth. I should give you the moon and the stars were they mine to give,' he murmured.

'But they are not yours to give,' she said, 'and I just want some stone.' He was so outrageous. Her heart had begun to beat faster.

He laughed softly. 'The stone is yours, petite.'

Fulk came up to them, and almost immediately he and Ranulf became engaged in deep conversation about the manor’s defenses. Elf arose and returned to the solar where Ida was awaiting her with a young girl.

'This is Willa. That Cedric,' Ida grumbled, 'says the lady of a manor needs two serving women. He seems to think I need help taking care of you, my lady.'

'I think Cedric was concerned for you, rather than me,' Elf soothed her old nursemaid. 'You are not young, dearest Ida. It cannot harm you to have a strong young helper.' Elf smiled at Willa, a pretty girl with long flaxen braids and bright blue eyes.

'Well, I suppose I can find a use for the girl,' Ida admitted. 'We've unpacked your trunk, lady. What wonderful materials you have brought back with you. There is even a bolt of fine linen for your undergarments.'

'The king and the bishop were most kind to me,' Elf said. 'Now that I am no longer a nun, I must have some new clothing.'

'Lady,' Willa said, 'what is that beautiful green and gold garment? I have never seen its like before.'

'It is called a bliaut, and is very fashionable,' Elf told her. 'I have not the courage to attempt to make one, however. We shall make just simple tunic tops and skirts. One bliaut is more than enough for a country wife, I think.'

The women worked together the rest of the day cutting and sewing in the cozy warmth of the solar. The cook came and made suggestions for dinner. Venison stew, he told Elf, for men liked a good hearty meal on a cold day. And he had several plump ducks, well hung now, that would be perfect with a sweet fruit sauce, a Mortrew-a meat dish made with eggs and bread crumbs-a Col-cannon made with cabbage, turnips, and carrots, and a nice Frumenty pudding of wheat and milk with honey.

'Is it enough?' Elf asked the cook.

'Aye, lady, there will be cheese, bread, and butter, too,' the cook answered her, and she nodded her approval.

Cedric came and suggested she add several young girls to the staff for cleaning and polishing. 'Now that you are home, lady, and a married woman, it is meet that you keep a proper household.'

'Do you have any girls in mind?' she asked.

He nodded, and she told him to make it so.

The day waned, and the snow finally stopped. It had not been a hard storm, just a long one. Elf ordered a bath, for she had not had one since her wedding day. On the previous night she had been too exhausted.

'The lord should have a bath, too,' Ida said. 'He will go first, and you will wash him.'

'Me?' Elf looked horrified.

'Of course, lady. It is a wife’s duty to wash her husband. Who else would do it?' Ida demanded to know.

'But I have never washed a man, or anyone else but myself, for that matter,' Elf protested nervously. 'Why can he not wash himself?'

'Lady!' Ida was scandalized.

'I have never seen a naked man,' Elf said frankly.

Willa giggled, and Ida turned on her fiercely. 'Speak a word, any word, that is ever spoken in this chamber, and I will personally cut out your gossiping tongue, girl! Do you understand me?'

Willa paled and nodded.

'Good!' Ida snapped.

'I never knew a wife had to bathe her husband,' Elf said.

'And her guests, too, sometimes,' Ida told her.

'Ohh!' Elf paled.

'Willa,' Ida said, 'go and tell Cedric that the lady would like the tub taken from its storage place, and filled with hot water. Then go to the linen cupboard, and bring drying cloths and soap.' And when the girl had gone, Ida turned to her mistress. 'I know you've never seen a naked man, but you're a married woman now. There is nothing terrible about a naked man. I'll help you, my chick. I'll tell you just what you need to do, my little lady, and your lord will be pleased. Now go and tell Cedric to serve up the evening meal. The bath won't be ready until after you have eaten. We'll set it right up here in the solar by the fireplace, and clear it away directly afterward.'

Elf did as old Ida suggested, ordering Cedric to have the evening meal served. The men ate with unfeigned and vigorous appetites. The cook had been right, and this was something she would remember. In cold weather the appetite increased. She ate a bit of venison stew, mopping up the winey brown gravy with her bread. Afterward she told her husband that there was a bath prepared for him in the solar.

His face lit in a smile. 'Good! I stink of the road. Unlike some, I like to bathe.' Then his hazel eyes twinkled. 'Will you bathe me, my lady wife?'

Elf nodded. 'I don't know how, but Ida will be there to instruct me, my lord. I have not before had the opportunity to bathe a man. It is not a duty called upon in the convent, I fear.' She was nervous, but she teased him back nonetheless. 'I hope I shall be able to master the technique as quickly as possible.'

In response he took up her hand, and began to nibble upon her fingertips. 'So do I, petite,' he said.

'What is this fascination you seem to have with my fingers, my lord Ranulf?' she asked, but this time she did not draw away.

'It is because you are so delicious, and I knew it the first time I saw you, Eleanore.'

'I wore robes of a religious when you first saw me,' she said, slightly scandalized.

'It did not prevent me from thinking you were the loveliest maid I had ever seen,' he said honestly. 'I thought it sad that one so fair should spend the rest of her days a virgin.'

'I thought my fate no hardship,' Elf told him, equally candid.

He bent his chestnut brown head close to hers, and said low, 'There will come a night, Eleanore, when I shall make love to you. Only then will you understand that I was right. You were not