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The bath was for her? And the food? Annabel was not used to being waited on. At the abbey, there had been one standard bath time for everyone at the abbess's discretion. She announced it was bath day, a large tub was readied in the kitchens and the women took turns using it. As one of the younger residents of the abbey, Annabel had always been one of the last to bathe and the water had always been tepid and dirty by the time she got to it.
Annabel had suffered through it because she had to, but she had never felt clean afterward and had often slipped away to bathe in the stream as soon as she could. Actually, she had often slipped away to the stream between bath times too. Annabel had spent half her time at the abbey working with the animals in the stables and half her time illuminating texts. Her work with the texts was no problem, but working in the stables was a dirty job, and the abbess didn't order baths as often as Annabel would have liked, so Annabel had regularly slipped away to the stream.
Unfortunately, the abbess had discovered her little trips and had not been pleased. To her mind, it was vanity that made Annabel want to be clean. The welts Annabel presently bore on her back were her punishment. The abbess never struck the women under her care, but she did make them do it themselves, and if you didn't bring on marks, she threatened a worse punishment. There were many worse punishments at the abbey. The abbess could be very creative when it came to punishing those under her charge.
"Do ye no' like pastries?"
Annabel glanced up from the tray to see that the older woman had paused in emptying a bucket into the tub to eye her with concern.
"Oh, aye," she said quickly, picking up one of the flaky pastries. Annabel had no idea if she liked pastries. She'd never had one before. The cook at the abbey wasn't a very good one. The best she could manage was stews or other easy and plain fare. Not that the abbess would have encouraged cook to make such things anyway. She did have issues around gluttony and the women daring to enjoy their food. Annabel personally felt there was something a bit unnatural about the abbess's obsession with the matter, but had just accepted it as a part of her life.
Now, she took a tentative bite and then simply held it in her mouth, her eyes slowly growing wide. She had never in her life tasted anything as lovely as that flaky pastry with the burst of sweet fruit in the center. While the cook at Waverly may have presented something as good at her wedding feast, Annabel had been too nervous to eat and had simply sat sipping at the honeyed mead that had been placed before her. But this . . . this was nirvana.
A clanging sound drew her gaze to the maid dumping water into the tub, and Annabel popped the rest of the pastry into her mouth, and chewed on it as she looked around for her gown. She spotted it lying across the foot of the bed. Swallowing the pastry, she set the tray aside and leaned forward to grab the gown. Annabel quickly tugged it on over her head and then crawled out of bed, letting the gown drop down past her waist as she hurried over to help with the water.
"What are ye doing lass?" the old woman asked with amazement when Annabel picked up a bucket and dumped it in.
"Helping?" Annabel said uncertainly, a little set aback by the woman's shocked expression.
"Helping?" the woman said slowly, and then shook her head. "Well, stop it and get yerself back to the bed to finish breaking yer fast. This is me job, no' yers."
"Oh." Annabel flushed with embarrassment and set the bucket back down. She then scampered back to the bed and sat down to pull the tray closer. She had gobbled down the first pastry to rush over and help with the bath, but took her time and savored the second one. It really was delicious, and she couldn't help thinking it might be a good thing that the abbey cook hadn't made things as lovely as this. Her back would have been crisscrossed with welts and scars for gluttony.
Despite taking her time, Annabel finished the pastry before the old woman had finished filling the tub, so she picked briefly at the cheese and bread. But she was no longer hungry, so set it aside after a couple of bites and simply sipped at the warm apple cider as she waited.
"There we are."
That satisfied comment from the older woman drew Annabel's attention to the fact that she was finished filling the bath and was now eyeing Annabel.
Setting the cider back on the tray, Annabel pushed herself up from the bed and hurried over to the tub.
"The laird said he didn't arrange to bring yer lady's maid, so ye'll have to pick one from the women here. In the meantime, ye'll have to make do with me," the woman announced, reaching out to help her take off the dress.
Annabel was not used to the assistance of a lady's maid. That simply didn't happen at the abbey. At least it hadn't happened for her and as far as she knew the other women didn't have maids to dress or undress them. Well, except for the abbess. Perhaps that was why having this nice older lady trying to undress her left Annabel feeling terribly uncomfortable.
Biting back the protest that she wasn't a child and could manage herself, Annabel suffered her help, but it was a relief when the dress was off and she could hop into the water. However, once there, the woman didn't let her be, but picked up a scrap of linen and soap. Rather than hand it to her, as Annabel expected, she dipped the cloth in the water, applied some soap and began to work it into a lather. Even then she didn't hand it over to Annabel, but swept her hair to the side over her shoulder so that it was out of the way and began to wash her back.
Annabel sat completely still for several minutes, and then cleared her throat and asked, "What is your name?"
"Oh," the maid chuckled softly, her back scrubbing stopping briefly as she then said, "I am sorry, me lady. I did no' even think to tell ye, did I? I'm Seonag."
"Seonag," Annabel murmured, pronouncing it Shaw-nack, as she had. She then twisted in the tub to peer at her and offer a smile. " 'Tis a pleasure to meet you, Seonag."
"Oh." The woman looked surprised, and then smiled back widely. "Well, I'm sure 'tis a pleasure to meet ye too, me lady."
Nodding, Annabel turned forward again. Seonag immediately began to scrub her back again and after a moment, Annabel asked, "This is MacKay, then?"
Seonag stopped scrubbing briefly, and then straightened and moved to stand at the side of the tub where she could see her face. Her mouth was wide open when she first got there, but she snapped it closed and then said with exasperation, "And well surely ye do no' ken, do ye? Ye were sleeping when the laird carried ye in. Goodness, ye must ha'e been sitting there wondering who the devil we all were when we came barging in." She shook her head and then said, "Aye, m'lady. This is MacKay."
Annabel nodded. She'd assumed as much, but it was good to be sure. "And where is my . . . husband?" It felt odd calling Ross that. Annabel supposed it was because it was all so new.
"Oh, he's off talking with Liam," she said as if that was to be expected. Annabel had no idea who Liam was and supposed her expression was blank at this news, because Seonag explained, "Liam is his second. He'll be filling the laird in on what happened while he was away."
"Oh, aye, of course." Annabel nodded.
Smiling, Seonag shifted behind the tub again, but this time to rinse away the soap she'd applied. As she finished, she said, "I'll wash yer hair now and then leave ye to finish while I sort through the gowns. There must be one or two we can make do with until the merchant comes around with cloth we can buy to make ye a wardrobe."
"Gowns?" Annabel asked with interest, glancing around. Her gaze landed on the chest that had been carried in last.
"Aye. The laird said as how he didn't even give ye time to pack a chest to bring with ye and ye'd need new gowns so I had the boys bring in Lady Magaidh's chest."
Annabel bit her lip, but was saved from having to comment when Seonag had her lean back so that she could dampen her hair. She was very aware, though, that there had been nothing to pack. The gown she'd worn to Waverly had been burned. She wasn't even sure whose gown she'd worn to be married in. In all the panic of the situation, she hadn't thought to ask. She assumed, though, that it had been the wed
ding gown made for Kate to wear to marry Ross. It certainly hadn't been made for her. Her mother's servants had needed to add panels to the sides to make it large enough to fit her and had worked feverishly to get that done while Annabel had been bathed and prepared. Fortunately, Kate was apparently taller as well as thinner, and the three inches that had been cut from the hem of the skirt so that she didn't tread on it had been long enough to make two panels, one for each side.
"Who is Lady Magaidh?" Annabel asked curiously as Seonag soaped her hair.
"The laird's mother," Seonag answered, and explained, "She passed five years ago, so the gowns aren't new, but surely there will be something that will do."
Annabel nodded silently.
"The two o' ye are of a size too, so there shouldn't be much need for alterations except to modernize them a bit," Seonag added cheerfully. "And that is grand."
