Today I am going to post a story, which is in my head since a very long time. I think I was about 10 when I first invented the storyline. My family was invited to a wedding and when I was walking around the wonderful garden of the monastery, where this wedding took place, it just came into my head. A few weeks before I remembered this story and wrote it down. It is a kind of romantic vanilla story, with bit and pieces of medfet in it. I hope you enjoy it anyway. Have fun with reading!
Leap in time
It was the 20th of June and I had looked forward for this wedding for a long time now. My best friend Marilyn was finally going to marry her long term boyfriend. As the maid of honour, I was involved a lot in all the party planning that seem to occure when you are getting married. It was a good way for me to get abstracted from my every day life because I had quit the relationship with my former boyfriend. It just hadn´t fit anymore. It was painful, very painful. But I really hoped, that it has been the right decision and that one day my prince was going to ride by with his white horse. Yes I am romantic, actually hopelessly romantic.
But now there was no time to ponder about that, but to get ready for the ceremony. I had only 10 more minutes to get myself in a good shape. So I put on my nice dress that fitted perfectly to my long, softly curled hair and the motto of the wedding: medieval times. I applied some light make up, slipped in my shoes and took my handbag from the little table next to the door. So that was it – the wedding could start.
Marilyn had chosen a very nice location. It was an old abbey with a beautiful little chapel and a nice guesthouse next to it. It was sourrounded by a magnificent garden. There didn´t live any monks or nuns in it anymore, but you could still feel the old atmosphere of many years that had gone by. I quickly walked over to the chapel through the old cloister. No one else was around me and I felt slight goose pimples on my skin so I started to rub my forarms. There were only some steps left until I was going to reach the chapel, oddly enough the chapel didn´t seem to come closer. My breath was kind of caged in my chest. I gasped, but I couldn´t breathe anymore. What was that? I tried to orientate myself, the entrance of the chapel seemed so close but on the other hand is was so difficult ro reach. That couldn´t be possible. I saw some dark silhouettes coming closer to me, finally adrenaline pushed through me body and I started to run. Only some more steps until I was going to reach the chapel,
I enterend the door and a strange felling of peace came over me. Finally I could breath again. It took some time until I could respire in a normal way. Soon I was able to look around and saw my other friends gesturing towards me. The chapel was full with people. Most of them I did know, but not all of them. Some looked very funny with their medieval costumes, others just looked great as if they never wore anything else.
With still wobbly knees I went towards them. I sat down and closed my eyes. What had happened out there? My hands were shaking, my pulse still racing. Then the music started, everyone, myself encluded stood up and gazed to the door. Marilyn appeared and looked so pretty and happy. All my bad thoughts disappeared and I just concentrated on the heart warming picture when the couple met infront of the altar.
After the ceremony it was my job to help and to coordinate the champagne reception. It took place in the wonderful maintained garden. The sun was shining, it was warm, everyone was happy about the beautful ceremony. Except for me. I couldn´t shake off the nasty kind of pulling feeling whenever my gaze wandered to the cloister. I took over a tray too and started to serve the other guests. I needed to get rid of these thoughts. It was annoying, really annoying. After a while everyone was starting to go to the couple and to tell them their congratulation. I put down the tray, made my good wishes to Marilyn and excused myself for a little walk. There still was time before the dinner and I really needed some agitation to calm down again.
I wandered through the garden of the old abbey. Because of the really warm spring, all the flowers were doing its best to look great. The scent was just overwhelming. I thought back about earlier times, when monks were working in this nice garden to get medicine and ointments out of the several herbst. I started to feel a little bit better, my heartbeat slowed down and I could breath a little bit easier. I kept on wandering, even though I knew, that I couldn´t stay away of the other guests any longer. But it just didn´t feel right to go back. The reason for that was probably, that I had to move through the cloister again to get to the celebration hall. An inner feeling hold me back to go there again, it was as if my head made the clear statement of: No don´t go there, but my stomach wanted to follow this strange energy that emanated from this ancient corridor. I promised myself: one further round through the garden, then I had to go inside. Without thinking too much about the proper path I stood again in front of the cloister. My heartbeat sped up again. What was it about these stones that gave me such an uneasy feeling?
I took again some deep breaths and tried to feel my pulse. It was about 90 beats per minute. Nearly double as fast, as it was usually. It was clear for me that I couldn´t ignore that intense pulling any more. Slowly, because the ground was really slippery I went down the three stairs step by step. I talked quietly to mysef, look, everything is fine. There is no need to worry or to get any strange feelings. You can just go back to the party. I took one more step to convince myself, that all the feelings were just to put down to my lively fantasy. Then it happened, I twisted my ankle with this silly shoes and slipped. The strange thing was that I didn´t feel myself touch the ground. The only thing I felt was a skind of twirling darkness.
My head throbbed really bad. Ouch. I touched it carefully, it felt strange. Someone had put something on it. Maybe a kind of hat? I hoped I still had some Tyenol in my handbag, like this I couldn´t join the party. I lied on something comfortable. It was not the hard floor I thought I had fallen to. What had happened? I felt a slight panic. My pulse shoot up again. I slowly tried to move the other things of my body. Everything kind of seemed to work. Just my right ankle felt painful. I could move it only slightly. I tried to sit up slowly, my eyes still closed. My weak point was my wimpy circulation. So I had to move very slowly now. It
smelled strange in here. What was that? Slowly I opened my eyes and closed them quickly again. How did I get here? My last memory was, that I had slipped in the clositer. Did I loose conciousness? Did I have illusions because of a concussion? Where was I? All these thought kept spinning in my head. I felt dizzy and sick. Very sick. Shit where was the toilet? I put my hand in front of my mouth and looked around franticly. I slipped down from what seemed to be a kind of bed and tried to start walking. Not a good idea. My ankle hurt like crazy.
" Miss,hey, what do you think are you doing ? You have to rest!" A man came towards me, he was wearing a monks coustume. Very fitting for the party. The urge to vomit didn´t really gave me room to answer his question. He seemed to realize what I needed and quickly put a bowl in front of me. I did vomit heavily. He was busy holding my hair back and kept on to rub my back. Finally it started to cease and I felt him guiding me back in a lying positon. He was really talking in a strange way. Did he think that was funny.
"Miss, take a sip. It is going to help you. You will feel better in no time."
I shook my head I just wanted to lie here and wait until the world around me finished to spin around. Well I didn´t know all the people of the wedding but I think someone that had been dressed like a monk I would have realized. Although, with 200 guests even the maid of honour could be unable to keep track over all the guests.
I felt him coming closer again. He lifted up my head. I winced as he palpated at the sore spot on the back of my head.
"Open your mouth Miss!" He said with a commanding tone. Hesitantly I opened my mouth, but still kept my eyes closed. It felt strange to let him drizzle something inside my mouth. It tasted good, like herbs and honey. He took my wrist in his hands. He did this unbelieveably soft and gentle. I felt a slight swirling in my stomach. Hesitantly I opened my eyes.
"Your pulse is up normal. That´s great. But you still need to lie down a bit.You might have a concussion and your ankle needs some time to heal, too. Even though the arnica compresses I applied did already a good job." He smiled broadly at me. In my stomach appeared even more butterflies. How did that happen? I actually didn´t like people to dress up and to pretend to be someone else.
"Are you a doctor or something?" He left his hand on my stomach and I felt the warmth through my thin dress.
"No I am Rouven, a novice and I am going to get the temporary profession next Sunday. But I am here to look for the people that are ill and I like to care for them." He smiled again his broad smile. I felt the urge to touch his dimples while he gave me that beautiful smile. He really seems to live in his persona of a monk
" But the much more interesting question is, who are you?" He looked at me questionly.
" I am Mina. The maid of honour."
"The maid of honour?"
"You might have had an even worse concussion as I thought..." He frowned and looked worriedly down at me. Very gentle and careful he started to nestle at my head. His warm hand, which had felt so good on my stomach had sadly disappeared. I couldnt´t tell what, but something was just not right here. What had happened with me? His fingers palpated very carefully my scalp.
"Any pain?" He looked at me meaningful
"No. I am fine. Do you have a watch? What time is it?" I watched out of thw little window. It seemed to be early in the day.
" A watch?" He looked at me as if I was a kind of a freak. "It is around 9 am. I could quit the Laudes because of you!" He winked at me. I gave him a closer look. He looked cute. Really cute. I liked especially his dimples that appeared always when he made his broad smile. His hair was curled softly but kept short. His big brown eyes made him look like a strong teddy bear. His broad shoulders told me, that he seemed to do a lot of physical work. Though it was even more strange, that his fingers could palplate my scalp so softly. I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. Then I opened my eyes in shock. Did he say 9 am? That was just not fucking possible.
"Rouven was you name, right?"
"Yes Mina. But you really should not get upset right now. That is not good for you!" With that he embeded my head back on the pillow of the bed.
"What day of the week is it?" My heart beat sped up again.
"Mina. Stop it! Or I need to get some more of the medicine into you, the one that didn´t taste yourself too well last time I did that!"
That explanined the strange taste I had earlier in my mouth."Please Rouven just another question."
"The last one."
"What day is it today?"
"It is Sunday, in the year 1346." Again his broad smile. "Are you happy now? Please calm down a bit. And then I am really interested how you got here? I found you in the cloister. You are a lucky girl, that our abbot and the other monks are not here today! Otherwise it would not have been possible for me to care for you!" I felt his gaze wandering over m body. My brain was trying to get together all the informations. But it just didn´t fit. My head again started to hurt. But my thoughts couldn´t stop to spin around in my head 1346, 1346 that was just not possible. I couldn´t possibly be in 1346. That was just a joke. Why did he tell such cruel things to me. I needed to get out of here. As quickly as possible. This man was just crazy. I opened my eyes and shoot a look over to him. He seemed so normal, but he must be some kind of psycho. He seemed to be absorbed by his book, that he was reading. Very quietly I tried to sit up. My foot was throbbing and my head felt like he would explode. I put my feet on the ground and tried to put some weight on it again. Damn. This was again really painful, again a sick feeling kept creeping in my stomach. How could I escape out of this room and out of the hands of this man?
"Mina! Where do you think are you going to?" He turned around and connected with my gaze. That man had an impact on me, like no one else before. My knees felt very wobbly by now. Rouven came towards me and lifted me up on the bed again. He sat next to me and hold my hand.
"What happened Mina?" He said in his strange, thick accent. Slowly I realised that I was trapped with this man in this room. So why shouldn´t I tell him what I knew. A hysterical laughter escaped through my mouth. Rouven came close to me. He took me in an embrace and hold me close. Hot tears were streaming down my face. He smelled so good, and oddly enough so familiar. When my sobs slowly disappeard he wiped away my tears with his thumbs. He handed me a linnen handkerchief. Well it seems as if in the year 1346 there wasn´t such a thing like tissues. Again I felt the urge to cry and laugh at the same time.
"Please Mina. Lie down. And then tell me everything." I followed his order. He snuggled himself next to me and hold me close. Were monks in the 14th century actually allowed to do that? Oh my god. That could just not be true! With hesitantly spoken words I told him what had happened. Or at least what I thought had happened. All this time the fingers of is right hand were placed on my wrist. I ended with the strange feeling that I had experienced while slipping. He didn´t say anything for a while. Then he stood up and went to his book, that he had read in earlier. He turned the pages quickly until he stopped and kept on reading.
Then he turned around to me "Like I told you I am going to have my profession tomorrow. So I needed to study a lot. That is why I didn´t join the other monks on their outing to the other convent. . Right now I studied the records of another monk in the year 1023 about different events in the history of this abbey. " Why did he tell me that? Did he actually believe me? Did I believe him. Oh god. That was so confusing. I closed my eyes.
"Mina, here it stands that at the night before big pagan festivals, that means the night before the 21st June for example or Samhain, that is the next one at the 31. October, the gap between times might be flexible. You need to have an item, that forms a kind of an connection with a hagan place. Then it is possible to go back or move on in time. In this place, where the abbey is built now, was in former times a pagan temple." He looked at me as if I was a strange insect. I didn´t really like that gaze.
"Do you carry anything ancient around with you?" I thought frantically, what that item could possibly be.
"What about your ring?" He touched my hand gently. I hold my breath. That ring was an old family heirloom that only the female persons in the family got.
"Breath Mina!" Rouven commanded. I very slowly let got of my inhold breath.
"It seemed as if you were right about what you were telling me."
"Well can you see in the book how I can get back in my time?" I asked him with a lot of panic in my voice. Everything he said sounded kind of crazy but on the other hand I didn´t really have a choice then to believe him.
"You look pale.Mina. Let me have a look at your wound!" He approached me and removed the bandages.
"The bleeding stopped. That´s good. I thought about suturing, but decided against it." He smiled at me again his broad smile. Oh god I would miss that smile a lot, when I was back in my time. My heart stumbled again in my chest. If it was possible to get back.
"I will put another yarrow compress on the wound. That is going to help with the healing of the wound." He applied it very gently and put another linnen dressing on top of it. Carefully he lifted up my head and put another pillow under it. I am just changing the dressing of your foot and then you have to rest again!" He pulled away the scratching duvet that was on top of me and took my ankle in his hand. Again he removed the bandages and massaged my foot gently. "Does it hurt?" He looked directly in my eyes and held eye contact. I tried to remain strong. But it hurt a lot. "Shh. It´s okay I am going to stop!" He stopped moving my ankle around and just kept on doing the light massage. It felt good. Really good. " The arnica ointment will help with the healing, too!" With that he stopped his massage and applied another bandage.
"Now Mina, be a good girl and open your mouth for me again!"
"What do you want to give me?"
"It seems that women in your time like to argue." He looked at me questiongly.
"OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" Grudingly I followed his orders and flinched when I tasted the bitter flavour of the medicine he had given to me."
"You are going to sleep now. We will talk later about your further options." With that he did put away the spoon and stroked softly over my hair. I felt very tired and tried to enjoy his gentle caressing.
I woke up a little later and felt actually a lot better. Rouven was not to be seen in the room. Carefully I tried to sit up again and it did actually work quite good. I put the duvet away and put my good foot to the ground. I tried some hopping, what didn´t really work with my head. It started to pound again immediately. So I tried to put a little weight on my hurt foot and it actually did work. I heard the big door opening and Rouven entered the room again. In his hand he held a plate with big slices of bread, some sausages and cheese.
"I was looking for you!" I told him. I felt again the fluttering of the little butterflies in my stomach.
"Here I am!" He smiled at me. "You look better. Maybe we can try that you sit at the table to eat." I felt his eyes on me.
"Let me help you!" Rouven stod next to me and supported me, while I walked very slowly to the table.
"You might be hungry!" He put the plate in front of me. And yes it was true. I was very hungry. The meal tasted delicious. Happy I leaned back in the chair. Again I felt Rouvens gaze inspecting me.
"Mina, we have to get you back in your time now. Let´s go to the cloister and try! But very slowly!"
Slowly I got up. It was strange to know that now the time has come to get back. I was looking forward to all the people again. It has been a nice little adventure. Like a dream. I smiled at Rouven and stood up carefully. "Slowly! We can stop every time you want to."
Step for step we came closer to the cloister. My heart beat sped up again. I didn´t feel the slight pulling anymore, it just felt kind of normal. I didn´t know if that was a good sign, or a bad one.
"Mina, relax! We will find a way!" Rouven tried to calm me down.
"Where did you find me?" Whispered I
"Here. At the stairs!" I went down very carefully and tried to find any signs, that the time barrier is thin at this special place. But there was just nothing. Just fucking ordinary stones. I felt tears welling in my eyes. I could never ever go back. I had to stay here. What a nightmare.
Rouven helped me up again. "Get up Mina, or you will catch a cold on the cool floor." He hold me in a long and strong embrace. Tears were streaming over my face. My head hurt because of the heavy sobs, that shook through my body.
"Shh, it´s okay. We will find a way. I am sure about that!" He stroked softly over my hair. Slowly my tears ceased. I took a deep shaking breath.
"Let´s get you back in bed. You are exhausted." Rouven watched me vigorousy. Then he took me in his arms and carried me back into the room. He put me down gently on the bed and put the duvet on top of me.
He sat next to me and stroked gently over my hand.
"Listen Mina. We have to speak about the options now. My brothers are going to come back soon and we need to tell them anything about who you are."
"But I need to go back. I can´t stay here!"
"I am sorry Mina, but you have to. I am sure that we need to wait until December the 20th to get you back in your time."
"Well then I just go. I can´t stay here in an abbey."
"Mina. Just think where do you want to go? Can you cook?" Why did he ask me such a stupid question?
"Yes, I can, why?"
"Well we still need a maid in the kitchen. I am going to tell my brothers that I found you in front of the abbey. You did have a concussion and don´t know who you are and where you are from. So I can keep an eye on you until December. You are save here!"
"But Rouven. I can´t just stay away until December. That is just not possible."
"You don´t have a choice. Mina." With that he left the room. I could hear him talking with someone else. Soon after that, both of them entered the room. Rouven didn´t give me a glance. I think he probably tried to protect me. The man had a look at the laceration on my forehead. He wasn´t as gentle as Rouven was. Without looking at me, he then palpated my head. I couldn´t hold back a little scream, when he pressed his big fingers into the bump I had because of the fall.
"Rouven I think you were right. She has to rest. At least for a week. Then we will see, what we can do with her. She looks quite fragile. I don´t know if she is good as a maid in they kitchen. Be aware of the sins of flesh Rouven. This is your real private trial." He shoot a glance towards me.
"I am father. I promise."
"Good. Then I officially assign her in your care." One last glance, then he left the room. I let out my breath quietly which I had hold in for quite some time.
"He isn´t nearly as gentle as you are." Rouven smiled at me. He was his own self again.
"I know. But he is a good mentor and teacher. He knows a lot about medicine and how to care for other people. How are you feeling?"
"Okay. My head is feeling better. Just my back is hurting now. Probably I slided over the stairs when I slipped. "
"That is possible. Just turn around carefully. I am going to have a look at it." I did what I was told and rolled on the side. Rouven slid my dress up to my shoulders. I felt goose bumps all over my body. Not only because of the cold room, but for the situation. I was lying there exposed, only wearing my panties. And I was sure that in medieval times women didn´t wear this kind of underwear.
"May I ask you a question?"
"Is that thing here comfortable to wear???" He pulled slightly on my panties. I couldn´t help but to start giggling. It felt good to let got. So I couldn´t stop.
"What is so funny about my question?" Again I bursted with laughter.
"Yes, it is actually very comfortable." I turned around and winked at him.
"Okay, when you say so. Your back looks actually quite green and blue. I am going to apply some ointment on it. That should help. Can you turn on your stomach?"
"Yes sure!" I turned on my belly and felt quite comfortable like this. I could hear him rumagging around and soon after that I felt something warm and fluid beeing applied on my back. It felt very nice. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the sensations that spread through my body, when I sensed his warm hands at all the right places. I dozed off and must have fallen asleep.
I was still lying on my stomach, outside it was already dark. Some candles lightes the room. Something felt strange. I could feel the duvet all over me. And under the duvet I was stark naked. Shit, how did that happen? Let me think! I was in an abbey, surrounded of men, who actually vowed to be ascetic. And now I was naked under a flimsy scratchy blanket. Did Rouven trick me? My heart raced again. I knew I had nowhere where I could go. I had to stay here and wait what was going to happen next.
The door opened and I jerked. It was Rouven who carried something in his hands." Here are some clothes for you. You couldn´t leave on your former clothes. Even if they looked quite authentic, everyone would start asking questions. I put some clothes together for you. I will leave you some space to put them on." Rouven sat down on his chair and started to study in the book he had read before.
"Rouven?" I asked with a shaky voice, when I had a look at the pile of clothes.
"Yes Mina?" He didn´t turn around. He just lifted his head.
"Where are the undergarments?"
"The long shirt is the undergarment. It is lying on top of the pile."
"Sorry Mina. No panties. Is bra the thing you were wearing around your breasts?"
"Ähm yes it is."
"No bra. Just the long shirt. Then you put on the shift dress. That´s it."
I put them on and felt really strange. I looked strange, too.
"Are you done?"
"Yes, you can turn around." He turned around and looked at me. "Rouven did you remove my clothing?"
"Yes I did. I hid it in the attic. We might need them, when you go back in your time." He seemed to look sad. I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, too.
"Mina. Now you need to rest again. I am going to bring you dinner later on." With that he turned around and continued reading his book. I was not tired at all. I had laid down all day. I wanted to stand up and walk around. I was interested how the surroundings looked like in this time. But I shouldn´t risk my chances. So I tried to keep quiet.
The next days were boring, really boring. Rouven had to study a lot, because of his profess and I was still doomed to lie still in the bed and to just move when I had an urgent human need. The only nice exception was, when Rouven looked after me, changed the dressings and gave my foot a nice massage. After 3 days of lying around I confronted him. I was really fed up. My thoughts wandered to my family and friends all the time. Even though I started to realise that I got deeper feelings for Rouven. I definitely needed some distraction.
"Rouven, please. Let me get up."
"Mina. You have had a serious head injury. You still have to rest." He looked at me seriously.
"Rouven I am fine. Please I would like seeing you receiving your profess tonight." He took a deep breath.
"Well I am going to ask father. But then your protection time is over. You are going to have to work then. Can you do that?"
"Yes I can. I am sure about that." I sat up eagerly and looked at him. He sighed deeply. Then he came towards me and took away the dressing on my forehead. He very softly caressed the still sensitive flesh. "It looks good!" He smiled at me sadly. He just applied a kind of plaster on it. "Now let´s have a look at your ankle." He sat down at the foot of my bed and began to take away the bandage. "Move your ankle!" He whispered very quietly. I followed his instructions and moved it around under the gentle guidance of Rouven. "It is still unstable. But this will take a while. I will still apply a slight bandage on it." His hands lingered a little while longer on my ankle and fondled it softly. "I would like to check your back." He exchanged glances with me. And I solemnly turned around and let him move my garments. His gentle fingers wandered over my backside.I was very aware, that he could see my butt like this but I didn´t care. It was the other way round, because of his gentle palpation I felt a slight arousal building up between my tighs. God what a shame. This man was going to pron himself to the church in a few hours. Such a waste. My breathing got deeper and deeper. He didn´t stay at my back anymore, but moved forward to my front. I gasped as he pinched very softly my already enlarged and swollen nipples. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed these feelings. I knew that we played with the fire. Every second the door could open and we would have been trapped. His hands moved on lower and lower. I opened slightly my knees, to give him a better access between my legs. I felt the blood gushing through my ears. I have never felt such an intense pleasure with just fingering. He for sure knew where to hit the right spots. He gently spread my outer lips and implyed me to open my legs a bit further.
"Rouven!" I said with a shaking voice.
"Rouven we have to stop. What if someone is coming in here?" I so much wanted him to go on but I didn´t want him to get kicked out of the abbey after everything he had done for me. His speedy fingers accelerated their speed and I had to bite my lip to not moan loudly. Then he stopped. Just like this. He took his fingers away and gave me a long longing gaze.
"I need to go. I am going to receive my habit now." He stepped back and I could see that he needed all his willpower to do so. "See you in the chapel Mina" With that he turned around and left me, needy and unsatisfied. My breath still going in quick gasps.
After some time, god did I miss my watch, I heard a slight knocking on the door. Another monk was coming in and gestured to me to follow him. Carefully I stood on my legs. They felt a little bit wobbly, but otherwise no pain. Rouven seemed to have done a good job. I followed him through the cloister again until we arrived at the chapel. It was a real déjà vu for me. The monk demonstrated to me, where I could sit and I followed his order. Like the first time when I was in the chapel a calmth flowed through me. I took deep breaths. Now all the surpressed feelings appeared and tears were streaming over my face. I was a prisoner, caught in time. My family and friends over 600 years in the future. I didn´t know anyone in this chapel at the moment, except for the man who was lying in the middle of the aisle in front of the cross. His face was turned to the floor. Soon after that the ceremony began. I got better in understanding Rouven, but it was really hard for me to understand the ceremony, although I had made the big Latinum in school. After a while Rouven was allowed to get up. The abbot made the final blessing and then everyone went out of the church. I kept sitting there. I didn´t know where to go. Back in the room where I had spent the last days? In the kitchen, whereever it was? I was completely clueless and felt so alone. No my homesickness completely overwhelmed me. I started sobbing and crying and couldn´t stop. I gazed at the so young looking Jesus who was hanging there crucified and I started to pray quietly. It was a long time since I prayed the last time. I didn´´t really know, what I should pray for but the athmosphere of the chapel just made me open for this kind of special communcation with god.
Some time had gone by, and I didn´t really know how long I had stayed in the chapel. I heard small little foorsteps. It didn´t sound as if it was one of the monks. I turned around and looked at a very kind, old face. I didn´t know how old she was, but she looked already very old. With a thick accent she adressed me
"Mina come with me!" Then she turned around and I didn´t really have a chance then to follow. She guided me through the cloister to the little guesthouse where I should have actually stayed the night after the wedding. It did look a lot smaller. We enterend the house and the old woman showed me a little room, with a kind of bed in it. Then she walked on, and showed me my new domain: The kitchen. She showed me a big pile of potatoes and handed me a knive. Good. Now it was my turn to show, what I could do.
The next days went bye like through a mist. I was woken up by Miss Anderson, then went into the kitchen, ate in the kitchen, worked in the kitchen, and went to bed. I missed Rouven terribly and felt the unaccostumed strains in my whole body. In bed at night I cried myself to sleep. On Sundays Miss Anderson and I were allowed to visit the service, too. So I looked ahead for this event. We entered the chapel and I tried to fight the urge to look around and find Rouven. But I couldn´t make him out through all the other men with their frocks. We sat in the very back row and I tried to follow the service. But all the time my thoughts kept wandering towards Rouven and his very gentle hands. It was good, that Miss Anderson was close to me, so she gestured me with the one or other kick of her ellbow to stand up and sit down again. Finally the service was over. I was so disappointed. I really had hoped, that I could spent some time with Rouven but it wasn´t supposed to be. With tears in my eyes I followed Miss Anderson back in the kitchen. My gaze was fixed on the floor, so that I didn´t need to have eye contact with any other people. As we left the dark cloister, I felt Miss Anderson stopping. She smiled at me and gestured to a little wooden bench, which was kind of hidden behind some big oak trees.
"Wait here. And you will meet him." She put her finger on her lips and giggled quietly. Then she went on shuffling her way back in the kitchen.
I awaited eagerly the arriving of Rouven. I couldn´t sit still. Finally I could see his tall frame approaching the garden and heading towards me.
"Mina! It is so good to see you!" Rouven exclaimed. I longed to touch him again. But I knew this wasn´t possible anymore. If I didn´t want to risk his and my future I had to keep my hands away of him. Even though I still could feel his long slender fingers touching me intimately.
"I think so, too!" I answered softly.
"How are you doing?" His gaze went deep inside me. I shuddered.
"I am okay. Thank you!" Oh how I hated this kind of communication. If we would have been in the 21st century, where I actually belonged to, we wouldn´t just sit stupidly next to each other. I hated it.
"I miss you Mina!" Rouven gave me an deep, expressive look. I got goose bumps all over my body.
"Me, too!" I answer. I closed my eyes for a moment and literally felt his fingers on me again.
The bell at the tower of the chapel struck again. Rouven rolled his eyes in annoyance.
"It is a real torture that you are so close to me but I can not touch you! I have to go! "Rouven gave me another look and then walked quickly through the garden back into his office.
Shortly thereafter, Ms. Anderson joined me.
"You've fallen in love with him, dear!" She stated curtly and soberly. I pressed my lips together and tried to suppress a sob.
"Besides, you do not belong here. This is not your time! "I nodded to both and could not avoid tears running down my cheeks.
"Everything has its reasons Mina! Rely on it. The Lord brought you together, he won´t separate you. "She groaned and got up from the bench. Slowly she took a few steps to turn to me.
"Come on girl. The monks want soup for dinner. "It seemed like my short Sunday break was over. It was probably better that way.
So slowly I found a rhythm. I worked till exhaustion in the kitchen, slept thoroughly in my room and was able to conduct a well-spoken conversation on the garden bench with Rouven on Sunday. But I realized more and more that this was just not enough. I wanted to feel him. Get to know him with all my godgiven senses.
It had been another week. It was Saturday evening. The nights were already significantly shorter and it was noticable that the late summer slowly progressed. It was August by now. I had been here for almost 8 weeks now and had slowly got used to the so strictly regulated daily routine.
Mrs. Anderson shuffled through the kitchen and cleaned it, as every night, squeaky clean. "Mina, I have something for you!" She smiled her nice smile and gave me a neatly folded note. I answered her smile and retired to my room to read the message.
"Meet me tonight after the Virgil on our bench!" Was written on it. My heart was pounding. A secret meeting? I immediately felt the butterflies in my stomach begin to start dancing.
Actually, I intended to go to bed earlier, but this was now out of the question. I washed and braided my long hair into a pretty braid. Impatiently I sat on my bed and waited until the bells announced the time. Finally it was time and I sneaked out into the garden. It was very dark, but by now I knew the garden very well and therefore quickly reached our bench.
I already recognized the outlines of Rouven as I approached our place. My heart seemed to burst with excitement. Rouven stood up and pulled me into his arms. I enjoyed his closeness so much that tears came to my eyes. After a short eternity, he released me from the embrace. I could have stood like this forever. He delicately stroked my tears with his fingers away.
"Good god Mina." I knew what he wanted to say with his few words.
"I'm not going to go away! I said in the chest tone of conviction. "
"But Mina, you have go! There is no discussion at all! But now let us enjoy the moment! Come on! "Rouven took me by the hand and pulled me gently into an even more remote corner of the garden. He had brought a blanket and told me to sit on it. Shortly after that, he sat next to me and looked at me. Without much effort, he lifted the hem of my dress and after a brief glance pulled it over my head. Shortly thereafter, I sat in front of him wearing only my thin underdress. I shivered. But not because I was cold, but with excitement and desire. Rouven, had disposed of his habit in a few simple movements, too. Now we both sat in front of each other. Rouven ran his hands over my body and I did the same to him. It was such a nice feeling to finally be able to feel and touch this wonderful person and to do some more naughty things . Luckily I had a very regular cycle so I did not have to worry about getting pregnant at the moment. Breathless, we lay on the blanket after the act and looked into the starry sky. We held each other's hands and we knew that this was probably the only thing that had a connection between us at the end of October. A starry sky that looked almost exactly as it did in my time.
These few hours at night had saturated my hunger for more only for a short while, but it made me craving for more, even muc more. I really longed for our small rendezvous. The fear of being caught was gigantic. What happened if we were caught? I didn´t want to imagine the consequenzes. However, the risk for doing so also increased as closer as the 31st of October came. In the evenings when I was laying in bed, I often had to think about whether I really wanted to go back. I had found my place here now. As a lover of Rouven and as a kitchen maid. But Rouven saw it clearly different and formulated it exactly the same way. On the evening of the 31st of October I received another note. Through the compassionate look that I received from Ms. Andersson, I suddenly realized that this was the last of those papers. I decided to talk Rouven out of it for tonight. I did not want to go back and I would not go back. Decision made! The very thought of never seeing Rouven again almost broke my heart. With slow steps, I made my way to our secret place again this time. Rouven was already waiting for me.
"I'm not going back!" I looked at Rouven firmly.
"Oh yes! You will go back. There is no alternative Mina! You know you have to go. People are going to miss you. You can not stay here. " Rouven picked up a bundle of clothes and laid it in front of me, gently pulling my so comfortable clothes off and putting the other clothes on again. The material felt weird, I looked down at me and felt like a stranger.
"But I can`t I do not want to go, I want to stay here with you." Tears were streaming down my face. Rouven hugged me and then took me firmly by the hand.
"You know that's not possible, you have to go now, it's just before midnight, it's time."
"I do not mind, I'll stay here with you Rouven!" We were now in the cloister. Right in front of the steps I knew so well. Staires that had changed my life and now attracted me again with their magical pulling to come closer and closer. Again I experienced the tight feeling in my chest. I did not want to be here. I wanted to get away, through the garden into my little room.
"Mina, I'm sorry, but I have to do that now." I felt him turning me around. I had found my soulmate. The prince I had always wanted. Rovens filigree hands rested around my waist. He gave me one last kiss in my long brown hair until I felt him pushing me, he literally pushed me away from him. I tried to turn around to keep him close to me. But it did not work. It just did not work. Again, I did not feel like falling to the ground. The same swirling darkness surrounded me. I felt tears streaming down my face, even with my eyes closed. I did not want to be back in my time. I heard voices. Many voices that were around me. Hands that shook and nudged me. These hands were not nearly as gentle as Rouvens.
Why is she crying?"
"Is she hurt?"
"I think she is unconcious. Can someone call 911 here? "I woke up slowly. My head was throbbing, my back felt like a car had crashed over it and my ankle throbbed frenetically. Oh no, no ambulance, no hospital. I could not stand the thought that someone other than Rouven cared and touched me.
I opened my eyes and looked around, even though I knew that was not a good idea. Immediately everything turned around me. All these people, looked at me. I tried to get up. Fuck, my ankle really hurt. The thoughts in my head whirled around, I felt dizzy, shaky and sick I was feeling so sick. Did I just dream everything? Was Ijust getting crazy now? I cleared my throat and looked at the many people around me and put a lot of conviction in the words I said, "I'm fine, I do not need an ambulance, I just sprained my ankle!"
Now Marilyn came to me too. She looked really shocked. "Mina, what happened?"
"I just slipped. It's all right, just a sprained ankle." I sobbed. On the one hand, it was really nice to see her, on the other hand it was completely clear to me know, that I would never see Rouven again.
"You're crying, your head is bleeding, you're definitely not okay, did someone call the 911?" Marilyn took over the full command.
"Yes we have, the ambulance will arrive every second." Said someone from the crowd around me.
"Here you are." I heard some saying and shortly afterwards 2 paramedics sat next to me.
"So, please make room for everyone! Go back to the party! We'll take over here now." Said one of the two paramedics. I was glad they told the other people to leave. The other paramedic sat down next to me and asked me a few questions. I could not and did not want to answer it. My body shook because of the sobbing and did make the pain in the head and neck even worse.
"Please stay calm. Do not move! "Commanded the paramedic
"I'll stay here with you," Marylin said, trying to sit down on the floor. That was quite difficult because of her dress.
"Marilyn, please go and enjoy the party with your guests!"
"But I can not leave you alone now." She looked at me with tears in her eyes. I just felt so drained. I wanted to be in my bed and cry and cry and cry. It felt so wrong to be here again.
"Do you know what exactly happened ?!" the paramedic asked Marilyn.
"Someone from my guests found her here. She was uncouncious. However, I can not tell you how long she was here. "Marilyn replied.
"Do you know anything about previous illness, medication or other complaints?"
The paramedic sat next to me and began to examine me more or less carefully. Each touch just hurt like crazy.
"No. Mina is actually always very healthy. "She let her eyes wandering over me.
"Well, then you can go back to your wedding party. She is going to be fine. We are going to take good care of her! "The paramedic smiled at her.
"Are you sure? Where are you going to take her?" Marilyn stroked gently my hand.
"To the St. Paul's Clinic, they will surely keep her there overnight, you can visit her tomorrow!"
"Can I leave you alone Mina?" I tried to nod, which was immediately stopped by the paramedic. I could not speak a word. I think, otherwise I would have started screaming loud Although I knew that would not get me any closer to Rouven.
"I will stabilize your cervical spine now. This may be a bit uncomfortable! "Announced the paramedic and put a firm, oppressive ruff on my neck.
The paramedic now started me on an ECG, attached a clip for saturation and the blood pressure cuff on my upper arm. Everything was connected to the large monitor. The other was still trying to persuade Marilyn to just leave. She finally did it. Marilyn came down to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I will visit you tomorrow sweetie! "
"The vital signs are okay so far. Respiratory rate is in the green range, saturation at 99. RR at 160/90 pulse 110. "
"The ankle is probably not broken, but I think she has a concussion and the lacerate on the temple may need 1-2 stitches." I felt the two paramedics working on me.
"It does not have to be sewn, and Rouven said it heals without stitches!"
The paramedics looked at each other. "Apparently, the concussion is more severe than expected, so let's get her to the clinic as soon as possible." I felt them gently steering me onto the stretcher. Carefully they rolled me through the cloister. It felt strange. I could not look right or left because of the ruff. I looked at the old paintings that artists had placed there many many years ago. Again tears began to stream over my face. I just could not hold them back. "Are you in pain?" Asked one of the two paramedics. Yes, I had pain, a heartbreaking pain that would never ever heal. No pain killers in the world could help me with that. I closed my eyes and felt that I was loaded in the ambulance. My head and neck hurt terribly with each bump on the street. My foot was throbbing. Shortly thereafter we reached the hospital, I was driven through corridors. Here, however, the ceiling was not as pretty as in the monastery. Again the thought of Rouven shot through my head. I formed my hands into fists and stuck my nails deep into the soft flesh. I kept my eyes closed convulsively.
"Bring her into Shockbox 1," said an unfriendly voice.
"Dr. Fischer is going to look at her right away." Three people picked me up and put me on the examination couch in the little hospital room.
"Good luck! Everything is going to be fine soon!", One of the paramedics said, I only nodded, knowing that nothing would be all right ever again After all this crying I felt numb, deaf inside and drained I did not feel anything .
The door opened and a nurse and a doctor entered the room, all I could see was the doctor's back as he just had his hands washed and disinfected.
" Patient is Mina Braun. Suspected concussion, neck and back pain. Suspected fracture in the right ankle. responsive when locating again. RR is 130/90, Pulse 100. "Now I knew who the unfriendly voice belonged to.
" I am going to prepare everything for the stitches. "I just wanted to scream, I did not need sutures, but I had no energy left.
" Thank you, nurse Phillips, I'll take a look at the patient and then I'll decide if a suture is necessary , You can go to the shock box 3. My heart rate dropped, I felt a strange feeling in my stomach, I knew that voice, but that just was not possible. I was just turning crazy, the doctor came up to me and asked me,
"How are you Mina? "He took my wrist between his hands and began to count my pulse. My heart was completely out of rhythm. He frowned.
"Rouven?" I whispered.
"Mina!" he replied and smiled,
"You knew?" I mouthed without any sound left.
He just smiled and nodded.
”I did Mina, I did!”