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The unsettling dinner was finished and I returned to the kitchen. The other servants spoke of nothing but the coming wedding until Aili raised her hands above her head.
“Quiet! Enough chatter from you hens! Off to bed with you and we will plan the dinner on the morrow!” she commanded us.
Night with its wonderful repast finally came, but rest was not to be mine. We servants obeyed the curfew and bedded ourselves for the night in our small rooms. Mary was asleep in a thrice, but I was not granted such luxury. I tossed and turned about on my bed of straw as I thought of the invitation given to me that morning by the young laird’s servant. My body longed for another night of pleasure, but my soul quivered at the thought of such lustful thoughts.
I lay on my back for a long while a
