The Former Days

Chapter 4 - Richard

I followed the strange-looking man to his farm, I asked him if he had a change of clothes for me. I look out of place. Dr. Chidubem said that I should only call when it is an emergency.

Richard led me to his cattle pen. “Before change of clothes, milk cow.” They spoke very weirdly back now. I started milking the cows, I was a little rusty since I haven’t done it in a long time. It’s a process, pinch, squeeze, pull, over and over again.

When I was done milking the cows it was around dinner time. I went inside and asked again if he had any clothes from this time period. He said that he did, and he still had some from his sister. I put on the clothes and sat down at the dinner table. “Thanks for welcoming me into your home”

“Of course, my pleasure” Richard is actually pretty kind, when I met him on the side of the road he looked creepy. He also looked old. But actually, he is only 31 years old. So, only a couple of years older than me, well in this time period.

Richard apparently is a cook too, since I have no experience cooking medieval food. He made cabbage and eggs, it actually tasted pretty good (for cabbage and eggs) I lied and said I had amnesia, even though I definitely don't have amnesia. But, it seemed like the most probable excuse, for my weird behavior.

The next morning I went out to collect the chicken eggs, and sheer the sheep. I also looked like a literal peasant while doing this. Luckily I am not wearing my bright blue shirt anymore, so people aren’t oddly looking at me anymore. I am wearing a white fluffy dress, with an apron-looking thing, it’s weird.

I have taken on a mission to get better at cooking middle-aged dishes. I am not good at cooking modern aged dishes, so I don’t know how I am going to do this.

It’s the third day of being in the 12th century. I have decided to go out to town. This is the first time since I arrived I have gone out. I have been working on my French accent, I am pretty sure I have got it down. Also, I have new clothes so I won’t stick out like a sore thumb.

When I went out, I heard people talking about a message that was delivered to the queen, Eleanore of Aquitaine. Rumor has it that there has been an affair in the hierarchy. I didn’t know what to think of it, then I got a call on my walkie-talkie.

“Nora?” Dr. Chidubem called in.

“Yes?”

“We have your mission!”