It takes a long time to get to a point when the children are settled and sleeping and Jenny comes back to the door of the bedroom, her hair tumbled and combed with her fingers. She'd worn one of the modern dresses today, deep red, cut to show her figure, and it might not have been modest but she finds that she likes it, when it's just her and him ( Read more... )

Whenever she deals with the horses (and there are three of them, so they take a lot of dealing with), she makes sure that Ygraine plays a good deal distant of careless hooves. Today, she's wearing worn trousers of striped green cotton, a loose white shirt that pulls against her in the breeze. Every so often, she turns and glances at Ygraine, ( Read more... )

Now that Ygraine had started to crawl it was difficult to keep her in one place. SOme days, Jenny spread a rug out on the grass in front of the compound and the child played and she read stories of the past ( Read more... )

How strange this new world was ( Read more... )

God, the heat. There had been no such heat in Britain, even in the blushing days of high summer. Slathered in the cream that the Doctor told her would protect her from the sun's fearsome fire, Jenny lay in the cool grass shaded by the trees outside the compound with her skirts hitched up around her thighs and her toes curling. The heat. She ( Read more... )

The kitchen fascinated her. The machines for boiling water and cleaning crocks, the mechanical range, all of it. She spent time in there, comforted by familiar kitchen sounds (people cooking and eating always sounded like people cooking and eating). Mostly, though, she sat in the large chair in the corner with her knees drawn up under the red ( Read more... )

Oh, but it was a strange place ( Read more... )

( a shore without a sea )

( there is a story... )

( There is a story that her hair was yellow, but it was not... )