the word to pass,” the cry came back.
“Today it’s Carrick,” James replied.
The creaking sound of wood began right away and James came back to mount the horse again. Jenny watched in amazement as a sturdy wooden drawbridge slowly dropped into place to close the gap and complete the bridge. As soon as they were across, it was raised back in place and they rode into a small enclosed courtyard.
“Master James,” an elderly woman said as she hurried out of a nearby building. “Your father wants to see you straight away.”
He got down to the ground and helped Jenny dismount. She was shivering even more and hugged the blanket around her body.
“See that she gets cleaned up and put her to bed,” he told the woman.
“Yes Master James,” she said.
Jenny watched as he walked off towards a small passageway then turned her attention to the woman standing next to her.
“I’m Aggie,” she said. “You need to come with me.”
The tiredness of the ordeal she just endured washed over Jenny and she simply followed as the elderly woman returned to the building she’d appeared from. They walked up a set of stone steps until they reached a door and the woman opened it to walk inside.
Jenny did the same and moved to the center of the room. She was finding it difficult to believe that she was in a castle and barely registered her surroundings at first. The sound of speaking caught her attention and she looked to where the older woman was standing by an opening that seemed to lead through to a smaller space.
“You can bathe in there,” Aggie said. “If you wait I’ll bring you some hot water.”
She moved closer and helped take the blanket from around Jenny’s shoulders. There was no disguising the suspicious expression that crossed her face when she saw the clothes.
Jenny glanced down at the tailored skirt and blouse she was wearing then to the rough tartan outfit of the woman. The difference in them was like night and day and she couldn’t think of a sensible way to explain it. Aggie said nothing, however, as she folded the blanket and set it across the back of a chair. She then moved to the door and left the room.
Jenny stumbled to a chair and dropped down on it. She lowered her head to her hands and sat with her eyes closed for a minute or two. It was cold in the room, so she dropped her hands from her face and rubbed her arms in an attempt to get some warmth in them. It failed miserably and she hugged herself as she tried to stop shivering. When she raised her head she took more interest in her surroundings and saw how bleak they were. There was a bed in the corner and a cabinet close to it. That was the only furniture in the place other than the chair she was sitting on.
“This isn’t happening,” she said out loud as she got to her feet.
The unreal feel of everything that happened in the last few hours was like a nightmare that she couldn’t wake up from. She was coming to understand it was real, however, even if she couldn’t explain it.
“Is this ever going to end,” she muttered.
She crossed the room to the opening and looked through to the tin bathtub sitting inside. The whole experience she was suddenly living seemed from another era and she was struggling to comprehend everything that was going on. She moved back to sit on the seat again and couldn’t stop the tears flowing.
“You need to take your damp clothes off or you’ll catch your death of cold.”
Jenny wiped at her cheeks as she looked up to see Aggie returning with a younger girl following behind. They were both carrying large buckets of water and the steam rising up showed it was hot. She watched as they stepped through the opening and heard the splashing sound of the water being poured in the bathtub. The young girl walked straight back out the room, but Aggie made her way to the cabinet. She opened it to take out a green tartan dress not