A Fall Through Time (Stacey and Shane Mcleod, #1) Read Online Free Page B

saying you needed the garderobe,” Lady Margaret replied.
    Stacey looked at her in disbelief, “Is that why he turned so red, doesn’t he know women need to urinate the same as men?” she asked. “Well, I told him I would be back and that I needed to go. Why didn’t he leave me alone?”  Instead, he said, “Ye can go when I say ye can go,” Stacey mimicked, then took a deep breathe rolled her eyes and said, “I’ll go apologize to him.”
    Stacey found his lordship in his parlor speaking with Rodric.  When Rodric saw Stacey, he excused himself and said, “I will come back later.” 
    “No, Rodric, please stay, I may need a witness.” 
    Stacey smiled at the earl and said, “Look, I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your employees, but I did tell you I would be back and that I had to go.  I know our English is a little different, but good god man... Oh, sorry... Okay, how about this. Thank you for the use of your horses. That was very generous of you.  Plus, thank you for your warm (no that’s going too far) for your hospitality.”
    While Stacey was babbling on telling him this, she was standing just inside the door, with her hands behind her back.  With a frown on his brow the earl asked, “What do ye hold behind ye back, wench?” 
    “Nothing,” she said. “and don’t call me a wench.” 
    “Show me ye hands, wench,” the earl demanded.
    Stacey turned to Rodric. He said, “Show him, Stacey.”
    “No, it’s none of his darn business.” 
    Eric stood up, dropped his pen on the table with a loud thud and said, “Nay, miss, everything and everyone in this keep be my business.”
    “Well, I’m not your business,” Stacey said, and out the door she went.
    Eric started after her, but Rodric said, “No, Eric, I will tell ye what she does not wish ye to see.”
    Rodric also told him about Stacey reading the rune stone and her being an archaeologist and he explained, “That be the word for people who study and excavate ancient civilizations.”
    “Why be she here?  I have not felt ancient in days,” Eric said, jovially. 
    Rodric laughed and said, “I do not know, brother. I do not believe she knows either. I believe her when she says that she does not know how she came to be here.” 
    Eric changed his tone of voice and said, “By all that be holy, I do not believe the wind blew her here.”
    Stacey didn’t go where she might run into the earl.  She spent much time in the kitchens talking with Alice and some with the gardener.  She was trying to think what questions her mom would ask if she were here. Stacey’s mom is a registered nurse with a Ph.D. in ancient history and herbal medicinal remedies. Her mom and dad had honeymooned in China while her mom was studying ancient Chinese remedies. Thank god for that, or they wouldn’t be lucky enough to have Mr. Chen.  Stacey wasn’t looking forward to sitting at the table for the evening meal; however, she wouldn’t give black beard the satisfaction of sending someone to drag her in forcibly. Same as the times before, she shared a trencher with Rodric.  She wondered how much of their conversation Rodric had related to his brother. Mostly, she wondered what that arrogant man thought she had stolen and would be stupid enough to hold it behind her back.
    The young pages brought the food that they could carry from the kitchen and servants brought the rest. Stacey now knew a few more people at the high table.  She remembered some of her medieval history and how people were seated by rank.  While Stacey was trying to put faces to names, she heard Lord Hampton say that he would be leaving on the morrow to return to Hampton keep. Alfred, the steward, was pouring wine for everyone.  Across the table from Stacey he asked, “Would ye care for a goblet of fresh buttermilk, Miss Stacey?  I know ye do not care for the vintage.”
    With a smile that lit up her face, she said, “Oh yes, please, Alfred.  Thank you.” 
    When Alfred