The Taken Bride: A Medieval Romance

by McCormick, Kaley

  “So, Abby, this meal is a ‘good bye’?”

  “No Sal, it’s a ‘until I get back’ meal, OK?”

  Both of them sat in silence drinking the last of the wine. They have known each other since they were six, and over the last 22 years became used to not speaking in words. Sal asked for the bill and paid using cash. “Can I stay with you in the hotel tonight?”

  “I would love that,” Abigail smiled, “but first we need to get all my stuff to your house. An hour later they left Sally’s house and went to the hotel.

  They were lying on the bed when Sally broke the silence, “You never told me about him, or how you met.”

  Abigail sighed, “His name is Clayton Wright. The solicitor that handled my estate knows him. Apparently they met at a Texan university as students. He is just tuned 27, so he is a year younger than me. The lawyer brokered the deal and I’ll marry him so that he can inherit the farm and the money that his grandfather left him.”

  Sally burst out laughing. Abigail frowned at her, “What is so funny?”

  “What are you going to do on a farm in the middle of nowhere? Feed the chickens? Get up at four in the morning to bake bread?”

  Abigail smiled, “I have not really worried about it. I know he has plenty horses, so I suppose I’ll ride a lot.”

  “Why you Abigail? Why can’t he find a wife there?”

  “I really don’t know,” Abigail replied, “He is a handsome man…”

  Sally continued to laugh, “Can you imagine your fair skin in that hot Texan sun? You’ll look like a tomato in two days; and a prune in a week!”

  They both laughed and Abigail made a mental note to get more sunscreen. They spoke late into the night. Retelling stories of both the good and the trying times. They both knew that they will miss each other, but neither had the heart to say it out loud. In the small hours of the morning they fell asleep next to each other.

  The wakeup call came at six in the morning. Sally went for a shower while Abigail packed the last of her clothes. An hour later they left the hotel and drove to the airport. “We’re not going to cry,” said Sally, “this is not goodbye.”

  “Damn you Sal.” said Abigail as tears ran down her cheeks. They returned the rental car and booked in her baggage.

  They had an hour to kill before the flight and went to a small coffee shop to get some tea. “I think I’ll miss drinking tea.” Abigail said.

  “I’m sure they have tea in America!” Sally smiled, “Not sure about Texas, but if you need some, just phone me and I’ll send it over.”

  “I’ll phone you often, Sal, I promise.”

  The boarding call interrupted their tea and Sal got up. Abigail tried to get her hand luggage ready when Sal pulled her to her feet and gave her a big hug, “I’ll miss you my friend…”

  Abigail untangled herself from the embrace and mouthed the words, “I’ll miss you too” back. Tears were blurring her way as she left the familiar and embarked on a new journey.

  She kept telling herself that everything will be OK. If only she could really convince herself…

  The flight from Heathrow to Houston was uneventful but tiring. The plane landed just after noon local time. Abigail enjoyed a meal in the hotel room and went to bed early. Just after seven in the morning she took the hotel shuttle back to the airport to fly to Lubbock.

  There were only two other passengers on the small plane and the flight was bumpy. Abigail noticed that the scene below became more arid and wild with every passing minute. Large green circles and a patchwork quilt delineated farms as far as the eye could see. Abigail just started falling asleep when the plane started its decent. The terminal building was a lot bigger than she imagined. It was too hot for her and she changed into a floral summer dress. She opened a printed version of an email that Clayton sent. She searched for the restaurant name and found it. A friendly airhostess pointed her in the right direction and she pushed her overladen trolley to the restaurant.

  She found a quiet corner and ordered a cup of tea. Although she was surrounded by people and a lot of noise, she has never felt this alone before. She was thinking of Sal when an old black man in a faded suit approached her. “Are you Miss Abigail?”

  She looked into his friendly eyes and got up. “Yes, sir. That would be me.”

  “Oooh, please don’t call me ‘sir’, Miss, I’m Simon and I’ll drive you to the ranch. She rummaged through her purse to pay for the tea when he stopped her, “Please miss, finish your tea. I’ll pay the bill and when you’re ready, we can leave.”

  He turned around and settled the bill. Abigail really hoped that Clayton would be there to meet her and she finished her tea with a lump in throat. Simon was standing quietly at her trolley when she left the table. With a nod and a wink he started pushing the trolley to the parking lot.

  Simon opened the door for her, and for a moment she thought that he wanted her to drive. She smiled when she saw that the steering wheel was on the ‘wrong’ side of the car and hopped in before Simon could see her blush.

  Before they even left the airport Abigail started to ask Simon, “So, Simon, who are you?”

  “Me, miss? I’m Simon. I’m married to Betty and we have been with the Wrights all our lives. Just like our parents, and our grandparents. My boy Eli is now also working for Mr. Clayton.”

  She saw how proud he was of these simple facts, “So, Simon, what exactly are you doing for the Wrights?”

  “Everything.”

  It was such a simple statement of fact, but it left so many questions in her mind. She tried another approach, “Tell me about the farm, Simon.”

  Simon smiled at her, “It is not a farm Miss Abigail. It’s a ranch. We are in cotton country, but the Wrights have horses and sheep. We are ranchers not farmers.”

  Abigail realised that she has so much to learn. “So do you not grow any crops?”

  “Of course we do, Miss. We need to feed the sheep and horses.”

  Abigail laughed at Simon, “So you do farm on the ranch Simon!”

  Simon knew that she was taunting him. He cleared his throat theatrically, “Suppose you’re right there, Miss. However we are ranchers on a ranch, and the only one in the area,” He stated with pride.

  “How far is it to the ranch, Simon?”

  “Just over 200 miles, miss Abigail. We’ll go through Plainview, Kress, Tulia and Happy. I think we’ll have to stop for lunch in Canyon. Then it is a short hop to Vega and Adrian. Then not far to the ranch.”

  These names had no meaning to Abigail. It sounded far, so she just settled is as comfortable as possible. She must have dozed off, because Simon gently shook her awake as they entered a town called Canyon.

  Abigail was hungry and very thirsty, “Simon, can we get some take-away food and eat in the car? We can stretch our legs afterwards. I just don’t feel like sitting in a restaurant now.”

  “Yes, Miss Abigail, I know just the place.”

  After lunch they started on the last stretch to the Ranch. Abigail realised that she enjoyed the open spaces and hot air.

  It took a 20 minute drive from the ranch gates to reach the main compound. Abigail could not believe the size or scale of the place. It looked like a small town. Behind all the little houses and sprawling buildings, a majestic house rose above it all. They crossed a small stream and wended their way up a hill to the main house. Simon could not help himself and blew the horn all the way up to the house. By the time they got there quite a few people lined the stairs to welcome her. Her eyes fell on Clayton as he opened the door for her. She was quite surprised to see that he was a lot bigger than she thought. Just goes to show that talking over the Internet can be misleading.

  He gave her a brief, but awkward hug, “Welcome to the ranch Abigail.”

  She did not know what to do, so she gave him a light kiss on the cheek, “Thank you Clayton. I’m glad to be finally here.”

  He offered her his arm and escorted her into the cool house. Abigail saw that Simon was getting
her luggage and she allowed Clayton to steer her through the house. He stopped on a large deck at the back. A huge sparking blue pool dominated the scene as he led her to a small table laden with drinks and snacks.

  “How was the trip Abigail? I was thinking about you all the time.”

  She accepted a tall glass with an amber color. Iced Tea! She took a long sip, “No problems Clayton, I’m just tired.” She drained the glass and put it down on the table.

  “…and thirsty!” he laughed, “Please sit down.”

  “Is it OK if I stand? I have been sitting in the car all the way here and my back is killing me.”

  Clayton blushed, “Of course! Sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking.” He poured her another iced tea. She kicked of her shoes and was walked in the garden bare foot. He caught up with her, “Here’s your tea.”

  “Thanks. Wow, this place is huge and this garden is beautiful!”

  Clayton watched her taking in the scenery. He admired the way she moved. She turned to ask him something, but caught him staring, “Penny for your thoughts?”

  He blushed. She saved him any embarrassment, “Clayton, I really need the bathroom.”

  “Oh, of course. This way.”

  They went back into the house and a rotund black woman was dusting books on a shelf. Clayton walked towards her, “Ma-Betty, please take Miss Abigail to her room. I’ll wait on the deck.”

  “Hello Ma-Betty. I’m Abigail.”

  “It is just Betty, Miss Abigail, just Betty. Come your room is upstairs.”

  Abigail dashed for the en-suite bathroom without really looking at the room. Only when she returned did she really comprehend the size of the room. Two young girls were unpacking her suitcases and sorting out all her things. She thought it an intrusion, but the stern look from Betty made her swallow any comment.

  “Betty, are you married to Simon?”

  “Yes, Miss Abigail. Come back downstairs and let the kids sort out our room. Dinner will be ready in 30 minutes.” She left the room without looking back.

  At the bottom of the stairs Betty picked up her rag and started dusting again.

  Abigail did not know what she could have done to upset Betty and she could feel the tension between them, “Betty, thank you for taking me upstairs.”

  She tuned to walk back to the deck, but turned around, “Oh, and Betty, thank you for sorting out my room and for the dinner that you have prepared.”

  Betty stopped dusting. She looked at Abigail with tears in her eyes and just nodded before leaving the room.

  Abigail saw Clayton sitting at the small table with the drinks and snacks. He got up when she approached, “Hi Abigail. Please help yourself. Can I get you another iced tea, or would you like something else?”

  “Iced tea is fine, thanks,” She accepted the drink and continued “Clayton, have I done anything to upset Betty?”

  Clayton took a sip of his own drink. “No. Absolutely not. Ma-Betty is very set in her ways, and you’re almost an ‘intruder’ in this house. Give her some time – she’ll get used to you.”

  “Why do you call her Ma-Betty?”

  Clayton smiled “She practically raised me. I used to call her Mama-Betty when she was my nanny, but over time I shortened it to Ma-Betty.”

  “Wow, she was your nanny?”

  Clayton took her empty glass, “Betty was there with my mother the day I was born. She is more than just a fixture in this house. She is the heart of this house. Did you know that she retired almost three years ago?”

  “But she is working in the house and preparing dinner?” Abigail asked.

  Clayton grabbed a hand full of snacks and sat down next to Abigail, “My dad built a beautiful little house for Ma-Betty and Simon at the top end of the compound close to the stream. She stayed there for two days and was back working in the house. Apparently she felt that we threw her away, and she was adamant that she will not be treated like rubbish. Nothing we could say could keep her in retirement. She is happy here in the house. At least she gave up her room upstairs and goes home every evening.” Clayton sighed, “and then she is back here before the chickens wake up. By the way, do you like your room?”

  “Yes, thank you. It is beautiful. I must say, I was a bit surprised that you organized a separate room for me.”

  “It was actually Ma-Betty’s idea. She said that it was only appropriate until the wedding.”

  “Ahh,” Abigail smiled “…the plot thickens.”

  Clayton got up. “I’m ravenous; let’s see what’s for dinner.”

  Abigail followed him into the house. The dining room was intimate and opulently furnished. The table could seat ten people, but there were only place settings for four. Clayton pulled out a chair for her and she sat down. He took his place at the head of the table next to her. A moment after she sat, Simon walked in and filled their glasses with water. He disappeared without a word. Abigail was still looking at the décor of the room when Betty and Simon entered with a trolley filled with silver serving dishes. Betty started serving Abigail and asked if there was anything she did not eat.

  “No, Betty, thank you. I have no allergies, and I’m not a fussy eater.”

  Betty spooned a generous portion of a variety of dishes onto her plate and side plate. She did the same for Clayton and then the two of them moved to the bottom end of the table and dished up for themselves. Abigail wondered about the setup, but kept her questions to herself. Most of the meal was eaten in silence. Abigail really enjoyed the food, but could not clear her plate. She used a napkin to wipe her mouth she got up and walked to the bottom of the table, “Betty, thank you for preparing this beautiful meal. I really enjoyed it.”

  Before Betty could reply, Abigail took their empty plates and placed them on the trolley. She almost got her and Clayton’s plates when Betty exclaimed “No Miss Abigail, let me do that for you.” She took the plates and rushed out of the dining room with Simon and the trolley in tow.

  Clayton laughed “Well, this is going to be interesting.”

  “What?” asked Abigail with a smile.

  “You and Ma-Betty. You’re both strong willed.”

  “Speaking of strong willed, Clayton, I did not bring my laptop or mobile phone and I want to call Sally to say I’m OK.”

  There is a phone in your room. Unfortunately there is no mobile coverage on the ranch, but we do have access to the Internet. I’ll organize a laptop for you tomorrow. Speaking of tomorrow, what are your plans?”

  “I have no plans. I’ll just settle in I suppose.”

  Clayton got up, “I have to inspect fences on the south border of the ranch and I would like you to come with me.”

  “Ok, sounds interesting, but I must say I’m not looking forward to another long road trip.”

  He pulled her chair out, “Don’t worry. It is a very short trip. See you at 4 am. Please excuse me.”

  Clayton left the room and she walked upstairs to her room. Four in the morning?! Sally was not joking. Abigail drew a hot bath and settled into the hot water. She thought that she would be sad and longing for home, but the newness of the ranch and the people she met so far kept her mind busy. Just then she remembered to phone Sally. She quickly finished her bath and wrapped herself in a towel. She dialed London.

  “It’s Abby, how are you?”

  “I wondered when you will phone! And? How is the farm? Tell me about the man!”

  “Slow down Sal. It is not a farm, it is a ranch. Clayton is massive. He towers over me and has very broad shoulders with almost no waist. He is handsome in a rugged sort of way…”

  They spoke for a couple of minutes and Abigail promised to phone again.

  Abigail looked at the antique alarm clock on the night stand. She set it for half-past three and climbed into bed. She fell asleep almost instantly.

  The alarm woke her and it took her a couple of seconds to realize where she was. She jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. After a quick shower she brushed her teeth and got dressed in jeans an
d a t-shirt. She put on hiking boots and took a light jacket – just in case. She rushed to the door, but stopped in her tracks just before opening the door. She turned around and quickly made the bed, and cleaned the bathroom as much as she could. She grabbed her wet towel and took it down with her to the kitchen. She did not know exactly where the kitchen was, so she just followed the smell of freshly brewed coffee. As she entered the kitchen, she caught the tail end of a conversation between Betty and Simon.

  “… probably sleeping until noon, if you ask me! I don’t like these city types…”

  “Good morning Betty! Good morning Simon.”

  Betty jumped out of her chair and sent is flying behind her. “Miss Abigail, what are you doing down here so early?”

  Simon picked up the chair and greeted her. “What can we do for you Miss Abigail?”

  “Just a quick cup of tea, thanks Simon.” Before Simon could react, Betty grabbed a teapot and filled it with boiling water from a pot on the stove. While she was making the tea Abigail asked, “Betty, Clayton and I’m going to inspect fences this morning and I have no idea what time we’ll be back. I’m really out of my depth and I don’t know if I must pack some breakfast or even lunch for us?”

  Simon laughed and pointed at a large rucksack standing by the door. “Breakfast is packed Miss Abigail. I just have to fill the flasks. Betty handed Abigail her tea. “Simon, maybe add a few things, I didn’t know that Miss Abigail was going with.”

  Betty left the kitchen just as Clayton entered. He grabbed a mug of coffee that Simon held ready, “Morning Simon! Morning Abigail! Wow, you look really nice this morning, but that jacket won’t do. Simon, please fetch Abigail my blue jacket.”

  They waited for Simon, when Betty returned and asked where Simon was. Clayton told her and she left very quickly.

  Clayton drained his coffee. He lifted the rucksack onto his back and grabbed a high-power LED torch from its charging station. Simon reappeared with the jacket and handed it to Abigail with a smirk on his face. “Have a nice day you two… mine will be miserable…”

  Clayton looked at Simon, “Why Simon?”