8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
1/12
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
2/12
WordsOnce
Spoken
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
3/12
WordsOnceSpoken
CarlyDrake
YAmeetshighfantasyinthislushseriesdebutaboutagirlwhoneverquitefitinandthereasonwhy...Evelynmightnotlovetheconfinesofhervillagelife,butshetakeshersmallfreedoms
whereshecangetthem.Buteverythingchangeswhenherparentsdecideitstimeforher
towed.Suddenlysheloseshertunicandbreeches,herbow,herhorse,andgainsrigid
gowns,restrictivemanners,andcarriagerides.
Thebestwaytoescapeisthroughherdreams,butastheybecomemoreandmorereal,
Evelynbeginstoworrythatsheislosinghergrasponreality.Itisonlywhenshemakestwo
newfriendsthatthetruthisrevealed:sheisdestinedforfar,farmorethanevenshecould
imagine.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
4/12
AbouttheauthorCarlyDrakelovesbooks,butlovingthemisnotenoughshefindsshehastowritethem
too.Asareaderandasanauthor,shegravitatestowardperiodpiecesandsupernatural
works,storiesthatofferescapetoadifferenttimeandsetofrules.Mixamagicalworldwith
thedrama
of
young
adults
choosing
who
they
want
to
be,
often
conflicting
with
what
they
are,andyouhavearecipeforherfavouritebrandofmakebelieve.
Aformerfashiondesignstudent,aCoastGuardwife,andeternaldevoteeofactorsfrom
acrossthepond,CarlycurrentlyendurestheheatofTexaswithherhusband,twochildren,
andherfourleggedguardians.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
5/12
Chapter1
EvelynEvelyn,thelightasairvoicewhispersonthebreeze.
My
shoulders
tense
and
burn
as
I
continue
holding
my
bow
at
the
ready.
Sure,
it
is
a
lovelyvoice,butIcannotseewhereitiscomingfromandIamtoofarfromcivilizationfor
anyonetoknowmyname.
Thevoicecontinuescalling,graduallygrowinglouder,untileventhebirdsandforest
animalscomeouttoseewhatisgoingon.Usuallythecreatureshidefromunknownthings
butforsomereasontheyarejustasdrawntothevoiceasIam.
Showyourself,Iwhisperasthevoiceechoesthroughthetrees.Ihadaskedthevoice
todothiswhenitappearedbeforewithoutgarneringanyresults.IhonestlydonotthinkI
willgetananswerthistime,either.
But,thenthere!Whatisthat?
Iseethewhisperofgossamerandaflashofdarkblueslipthroughthetrees.FinallyI
havesomethingandIracetowardsit,grippingmybowandarrow.
Thoughrunning,IamabletokeepmyeyesonthefleeingfabricasIautomaticallyjump
overrocksanddodgebranchesthatIknowalreadyarethere,mysoftleatherbootsmaking
nosound.SoonthedensetreesbegintothinoutandIamabletomakeoutmoreofwhatI
amchasing.Itisnotjustfabric,itisapersonawomanwearingadressmadeoutofa
thinsubstancethatglistenslikethestars.Eventhoughsheisfinallystandingstill,thefabric
continuestomove,swirlingaroundherlegs.TheblueIhadseenwasactuallyherhair,
tumblinginloosethickwavesdownherback,andthecolourissodarkitisalmostblack.
Sheisnotfacingme,butislookingoutovertheriver.Normallyatthistimeoftheyear
theriverisloudandfrantic,finallyfreeofwintersice,butrightnowitiscalmandpeaceful.
Ican
almost
hear
it
whispering
to
us,
but
cannot
make
out
the
words.
Ilook
at
the
woman.
Whoisshethateventheriveractsoutofreverence?
Evelyn,thewomanstartssingingagain.
Iattempttomove,todrawclosertoher,toseeherface.Ittakesmeamomentto
realisethatmybodyisnotrespondingtomycommands.Istandfrozenwithmymind
screamingatmybody,Move!Everymuscletensesagain,hearingthewarningand
wantingtoflee.
Itisalmosttime,Evelyn.Shedrawsoutmynameinthatsingsongvoiceofhers.
Whoareyouandwhatdoyouwant?NowthatIhavefinallyseenher,Iwantanswers.
Idonotknowwhosheis,butIkeepmyvoicefirm,notlettingherknowhowmuchher
presenceunsettles
me.
Itisalmosttime
Almosttimeforwhat?Despitemyefforts,impatiencepermeatesmyvoice.Ihave
neverbeengoodatplayingthemindgameswomenareaccustomedto,afactmyparents
havetriedtoremedywithlittlesuccess.
Itistime,hervoicedriftsawayasshedissolvesintomist.Youdonotknowareit
istimehome.
Sheslowlybeginstoturntowardsme,sotransparentIcannolongermakeouther
features.Sheraisesaslenderhandtobrushthehairfromherfaceandisgone.
Mydilutedscreamraspsinmythroatassomethingwarmandsoftcoversmyface.Soon
thewarmth
becomes
oppressive
and
Ifeel
the
earths
yearning
to
swallow
me
whole.
Iclose
myeyestightly.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
6/12
Whatishappeningtome?
Thewarmthspreadsthroughmybody,thickeningandsuffocating.Itakeonelastdeep
breathasthegrounddisappearsfrombeneathmeandIdrop.
Iwakewithastart.MyentirebodyiscoldandIamgulpingairsohardmylungsfeelas
thoughtheyarepiercedwithice.Iamstilllyingundermycloak,althoughitissoaked
through.In
fact,
all
of
my
clothes
are
soaked
through;
even
the
grass
beneath
me
is
wet
and
hasbeguntosticktomybackside.
BrushingtheleavesoffmeIstand,shaking,andsurveymycampsite.Expectingmy
soakedbacksidetobetheresultofatypicalwetEnglishspringmorning,Iamsurprisedto
seethateverythingisdryandhowIleftit.TheonlydifferenceisMarrakeshisnottied
whereIhadlefther.Myheartimmediatelyjumpsinanxiousfear.Wherecouldshehave
gone?
InstantlyInotethecrunchofleavesbehindmeandsensehotbreathonmyneck.The
engravingonmydaggersridgesdigintomyskinasIgripittightly,turningslowlyaround.
Marra,Ibreathe.
Slidingthe
dagger
back
into
its
sheath,
Ilook
into
the
eyes
of
my
Arabian
mare.
She
has
alwayslookedmoreintelligentthananyanimalIhavemetandinhereyesnowisalookof
concernandanxiety.Shesoftlynuzzlesmyshoulderandburieshernoseinmyhair.She
takesafewdelicatesniffsand,seemingsatisfiedthatIamnothurt,letsoutasoftwhinny
andslowlypadsbacktothewildberriesshehasneatlycollectedintoapile.Iwatchher
lovinglyasthedawnglistensoffherwhitespeckledback.
WhatwouldIeverdowithoutyou,love?
Asfondmemoriesofourtimegrowinguptogetherflowidlyintomymind,Ibendtopick
upmybowandquiverandhearatwigsnapabouttenpacesaheadofme.Ifreeze.
Fromthecornerofmyeye,IlookatMarra.Herearsaretwitchinginrecognitionofthe
sound,but
she
never
lifts
her
head
from
her
breakfast.
Islowly
raise
myself
and
peer
around
thetrees.Iseeaflashofwhiteandthenitisgone.
Coulditbe?
Settingoffatasprint,thebirdsandforestcreaturesscatterinmywake,somechattering
madlyatbeingwokenupordisturbedattheirbreakfast.Silentlyslippingthroughthetrees,I
soonrealisethatthisisnotthesamefigurefrommydreams.Thiscreaturehashornsthe
colourofbuttercreamanddaintyhoovesthatarequitenimble.OccasionallyIlosesightof
thestag,butcontinuetotrackitnow,thisgame,Icanplay.
***
Havingchasedmypreyforhours,whenhefinallystops,Iknowthatthisismychance.
Crouchinglow
in
the
bushes,
Iwork
on
steadying
my
heart
and
breathing.
One,
two,
three
in;one,two,threeout.
Thestagmeanwhileisdrinkinghisfillofthecreek,alwaysonalert.Hisearsflickback
andforthnervouslyandeverynowandthenhepicksuphisnobleheadandscansthe
horizon.HeknowsIamhere.Cautiously,soundlessly,Isightmyarrowandaimforhisheart.
AllIneedisforhimtoturnoncemoreinmydirectionandIwillhaveaclearshot.IfIwait
anylonger,hewilldartoffintothewoodsagainandIwillhavetochasehimdown,whichis
somethingIcannotallow.HeisthebiggestbuckIhaveseeninmonthsandhecaneasily
feedseveralfamiliesinmytinyvillage.
Timetotakearisk.Pursingmylipstomimicthesongofamistlethrush,thegamblepays
off
as
the
stag
lifts
his
head
and
turns
slightly
in
my
direction.
It
is
all
I
need.
The
stags
eyes
wideninalarmasthearrowhits,fallingwithhisbodylandinghalfwayinthecreek.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
7/12
Fortunatelythecreekislowandthecurrentisnotverystrong.Still,Iknowthatother
animalswillsoonbedrawntothebloodandIhavetogethimoutofhere.
Placingmyhandonthestag'sstillwarmneck,Icheckforapulse.Findingnone,Ibreak
thearrow'sshaft,wraphiminmynowdrycloak,andhaulhimacrossmyshoulders.
Trudgingmywaybacktocamp,IhavetoadmitIamprettyproudofmyself.Sure,myfather
hasplenty
of
hunters
that
he
sends
out
regularly,
but
none
of
them
have
ever
come
back
withaprizelikethis.
Arrivingbackatcamp,IfindMarrakeshlazilygrazing,hardlyapacefromwhereIleft
her.Shebarelypricksherearsandcontinuessnatchingtuftsofrichverdurewithoutundue
concernformyarrival.Sheknowsmysoundandneverletsitbotherwhateversheisdoing,
especiallyifberriesandthesweetmossoftheforestareinvolved.
Marra,mylove,youaregoingtogetfatifyoucontinuetocarryonso.
Sheliftsherheadtoeyemeandmyprizeandrespondswithalowwhinnythatmeans,I
carenot.
Asshereturnstohertreats,Isetaboutpackingupcamp.Normallyitdoesnottakelong
forme
to
do
so,
but
Ifind
myself
taking
my
time
and
relishing
every
task.
Who
knows
when
I
amgoingtobebackinthesewoodsagain?Ihaveonlybeenherethreedays,butthatisall
thetimeIamgoingtoget.MyeighteenthbirthdayisonlyafewweeksawayandIam
requiredtobepresentedatcourt.
Mygratitudethatmyfatherallowedmeonelasthuntingtrip,againstmymothers
wishes,isovershadowedbytheconditionthatIwillspendmoretimeathomelearninghow
tobealady.AstheonlychildofSirHemlock,Iamrequiredtomarrywellandputinmore
appearancesatcourt.Yeck,court.
Idislikebeingenclosedinfourwallswithcrowdsofpeople.Ihatethefeelofbodies
pressedtogetheraseveryonetriestogetaglimpseoftheroyalfamily.Ihatethesmellof
toomany
oils
assaulting
my
senses,
and
the
powders
the
women
use
always
made
me
sneeze.But,worstofallarethedresses;ughhh,Ishudderjusttothinkofthem.Theheavy
fabricsweighonmyshouldersandthethickskirtsalwaystripmeup,makingrunning
impossible.
Finally,Icannolongerreasonablydelay.SettlingthestagonMarrasback,webeginthe
journeyhome.Eventhoughweareabouttwohoursawayonfoot,Iseethetopsofthe
housesofmyvillagesoonerthanIwish,themanyfiresinthehearthsandstreets
regurgitatingsmokeasthevillagersattempttofightthecrispspringair.
ThegateloomsbeforemeandIpassbeneathit,idlyfingeringthestrangemarkingsin
thewoodandflickingthefreshgarlicbulbsdanglingfromtheposts.Shakingmyheadin
amusement,Iwave
merrily
at
old
lady
Cranton
where
she
sits
huddled
next
to
aboiling
pot
nearhershop.IknowthosegarlicbulbsandmarkingscomefromherandIlaughasmy
greetingprovokeshertoclutchherrobesaboutherskinnyframe.ShescreechesasIdraw
nearandthrowsasilverpowderthatdispersesintheairbeforeitreachesme.Marra
respondsbyrearingwildlyandthrashingabout,whiningherownreprimand.
Shush,Marra.Ipatherstrainingnecktocalmherdownandtopreventherfrom
snappingattheoldladyscoweringform.
Shecandousnoharmcrazyoldwitch,Imutterasmyfathersstablescomeinto
sight.
Notsurprisingly,myfatheristherediscussingtomorrowstripwithPhilip,thestable
master.
Or
maybe
having
a
heated
conversation
is
more
accurate.
I
have
never
seen
the
two
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
8/12
ofthemcrossateachothersothisisasurprise.Theirvoicesbecomehusheduponmy
arrival.
Father,Idipintoalowcurtsy,Philip,Inodinhisdirection.
Mylady,hereplies,givingmeaconcernedlook.Hegivesmyfatherastiffbow,My
lord,andslowlywalksaway.
Iwatch
his
retreating
figure
for
amoment
before
turning
to
my
father.
What
is
that
all
about?
Myfathersighsandoffersmeaquicksmilethatdoesnotquitereachhiseyes.Philipis
justworriedaboutthejourney.
Wehavemadethejourneymanytimesbefore,whatisheworriedabout?
Tisnothinghowwasyourtrip?Iseeyoumadequitethekill.Henodstowardsthe
buckthatisalreadybeingtakendowntothebutcherbytwoservants.
Yes.Excitementovermytripquicklydissipatesafterwitnessingtheargument.
Well,donotletRichardhearaboutit;youknowhecannotstandtobebestedbya
girl.
Richardis
my
fathers
head
hunter
and
usually
leads
the
other
men
on
hunting
trips
that
Ioncebeggedtobeallowedon.OnceIrealisedthathewasntgoingtoletagirlaccompany
them,Ibegantosetoutonmyown.EachtimeIcomeback,mykillisbigger.
Well,Iwouldnotwanttobruisehisego,nowwouldI?
Myfatherreturnsmysmirk.Yourmotheraskedmetohaveyouseehertheminuteyou
returned.Isuggestyoudosobeforesheoverexcitesherself.
Igroananduncharacteristicallyturnintoawhiningfiveyearold.DoIhaveto?
Yes,youdo,myfatherattemptstosoundstern,butInoticehislipstwitching.He
thinksmymothershystericsarehilarious.
CanIatleastfinishfeedingandgroomingMarra?Iplead.
Myfather
sighs
and
picks
atwig
out
of
my
hair.
I
am
sorry,
Evie,
but
Ihad
ahard
enoughtimeconvincingyourmothertoletyougoonthistrip.Letusnotaggravateher
anymore.Hewipesasmudgeonmycheekandlooksatmefondly.
Althoughhedoesnotsayanythingelse,hedoesnothaveto.Iknowheisproudofme
andIalsoknowthataftermypresentationatcourteverythingwillchange.Iquicklydipinto
acurtsyasIleavemyfatherspresence.MarraisbeingledintoherstallbyastableboyandI
dropaquickkissonhervelvetynoseandscratchtenderlybetweenherears.Turning
towardsthehouse,Iletoutabigbreathandworkoncountingagaininordertoslowmy
heartbeat.One,two,threein;one,two,threeout.IcontinuethisasImakemywayupthe
stonestepsofourmanorandintothekitchens.
Cookis
bellowing
instructions
to
her
many
minions
on
what
and
how
to
pack
for
tomorrowstrip.Sheonlysparesmeaquickglanceand,inbetweenshouts,informsmethat
mymotherislookingforme.Ughhh,andsoitbegins.Iremovemycloakandmudcaked
boots,handingeachtoaservantforcleaning.Iknowbetterthantotrackdirtthroughthe
house.Annabell,thehousekeeper,wouldhaveafit.
AsIreachthecorridorleadingfromthekitchenstotheentryway,Iamaccostedby
Becky,mymothershandmaiden,outofbreathwithsweatbeadingatherhairlineand
tricklingdownherrosycheeks.Thereyouare!Youpromisedyouwouldbehomethis
morninganditisnearlydinnertime!Yourmotherwasabouttodemandasearchpartybe
sentoutforyou!Sheroughlygrabsmyhandandbeginstodragmeupthestairs.
My
mother
knows
better
than
to
expect
me
home
at
a
certain
time.
Why
are
you
so
sweaty?
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
9/12
Beckypushesalimpblondecurloutofherfaceandcontinuestotug.Ihavebeenall
overthegroundslookingforyou,hopingyouwerehomeandjustmaybehiding.
Ifeignaninnocentlyshockedexpression.
Oh,donotlookatmelikethat!Iknowyou!shehuffs.
Alas,sheisnotfarfromthetruth.IwouldhavedefinitelyhiddenifIhadnotrunintomy
father.As
Becky
tugs
me
viciously
through
halls
and
up
the
stairs,
unwilling
victim
that
Iam,
shemumblesallthewhileabouthowhardsheworksandnooneappreciatesher.Irollmy
eyesandstubbornlydigmyheelsintothefloor,causinghertoyankharder.Shehasitgood
andsheknowsit.Shewasoriginallyhiredasmyhandmaiden,butsinceIrefusetohave
someonedressme,shehadbeenimmediatelypromotedtocareformymotherwhenone
ofhermaidensconvenientlybrokealegfallingdownthestairs.YetBeckycontinueswith
hermutteringsaswewalkthewindinghallwaysofmyhome,pointlesslypullingtwigsfrom
myhairandwipingsmudgesfrommyfacewithawetcloth.
Finally,wereachthedoubleoakdoorsthatleadtomymotherschambers.HereBecky
franticallyattemptstopinbacktheflyawaysinmyhairasIswatather.
Itmatters
not,
Isay,
you
know
it
will
never
be
good
enough.
Beckygrabsmyhand,cluckingatmynails.Wereallyshouldhavestoppedtowashyour
hands,lookatyournails!Theyarefilthy!
Becky,didyouhearwhatIsaid?
Hmmm?Sheisturningmyhandsoverandtryingtowipethemwiththecloth.Isnatch
themaway.
ItdoesnotmatterhowIlook,shewillinevitablyfindsomethingwrong,andyouknow
it.
Yes,well,nosenseinnottrying,andwiththatshesoftlyknocksonthedoor.
Angie,mymothersotherhandmaiden,answers.Hereyeswidenatmyappearanceand
hermouth
opens
and
closes
afew
times
like
afish
out
of
water.
Becky
clears
her
throat
and
shakesherheadintheuniversalsignof"Iwillfillyouinlater",asAngiepullsthedooropen
wider.ShecurtsiesasIentertheroomwithBeckytrailingbehindme.Beckyalsodropsinto
acurtsyatthesightofmymother,whohasherrigidbacktousandisstaringoutthe
window.Twomoreservantsarebusypackingherdressesandtoiletriesinatrunk.Theystop
foramomenttoglanceatmeandexchangewhispersonmyappearance.Apparentlymy
motherhearswhattheyaresayingbecauseherbackstiffensalittlemore.
Iwishtospeakwithmydaughter.
Despitetheroaringfireinthegrate,thetemperatureintheroomseemstodropafew
degreesfromthechillinhervoice,andIamnottheonlyonewhonotices.Everyonequickly
leaves,dropping
curtsies
and
My
lady,
on
the
way
out.
Becky
lightly
squeezes
my
hand
as
sheexits.Iammomentarilycomfortedbythegesture,butoncethedoorclicksshutIbegin
tofeelasthoughthestonewallsareclosinginonme.
Sweatbreaksoutonmybrowandmyheartspeedsupagain,racinglikeafrightened
animal.ThesuffocatingheatfromthefirecoversmelikeatoowarmblanketandIknow
thattheonlycoolplaceintheroomisbythewindows.Myonlydesireinthatmomentisto
runtothem,throwthemopen,andsuckinasmuchfreshairasmylungscanhandle.
Unfortunately,thatactionmeansstandingnearmymother.Theangrytiltingofherslight
shouldersmakesmereconsiderthatidea.
MymotherandIcouldneverconnect;maybeitisbecauseIamnothinglikeher.Sheis
tiny
and
waiflike,
whereas
I
am
tall
and
curvy.
I
enjoy
being
outside
as
much
as
possible
and
despisetheladylikefashionsandmannerismssheisconstantlyattemptingtomouldme
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
10/12
into.SoIstand,inthecenteroftheroom,waitingforhertospeak.Whateversheisgoingto
sayIwanthertohurryup,butknowingmydislikeforenclosedspacessheseemstobe
takinghertime.Iwait,mypatiencewearingthinasiceasIlistentothecracklingofthe
blazingfire,itsheatcausingmyskintopricklepainfully.Afterrelishingmydiscomfort,she
finallyletsoutasmallbutdramaticsigh,brieflyfoggingupthewindowinfrontofher.
Youwere
supposed
to
be
back
this
morning.
Yes,mother.
Anothersmallsigh.
Ineededyoutobehomesowecoulddoonelastfittingofyourdresses.Herheadtilts
slightlyinmydirection.Youdorealisetheimportanceofthistrip,doyounot?
Yes,mother.Ikeepmyvoiceeven.ThelessemotionIshow,thebetter.
Anothersigh,smallerthanthelast.
Good.ThePrincessturnedeighteenlastmonthandwillbechoosinghernewladys
maids.Ifyoumakeagoodimpression,shejustmightpickyou.
Ilookather,blinkingindumbfoundedastonishment.Me?Why?IthoughtIwasjust
goingthere
to
be
presented
at
court
so
you
could
traipse
me
around
in
front
of
the
sons
of
gentrylikesomeprizedmarereadyforbreeding!
Youreallydoneedtocontrolthattemper.Thistimesheturnsenoughtoglareatme
beforereturningtothewindow.Beingaroyalladyinwaitingisanhonourandthelonger
youareinthepalace,themorechanceyouhaveofmakingconnections.Now,yourbath
shouldbereadyforyouinyourroom.WewillbeleavingearlyandIsuggestyougetsome
rest.
Rightoncue,thedooropensandAngieenters.Sensingthedraftfromtheopendoor,I
boltfromtheroomlikeaskittishcolt.Asmytoebrushesthethreshold,Angieanglesher
bodyslightlyasshegripsmyarm,steadyingmeandforcingmetoslowdown.Thesternlook
inher
gray
eyes
reminds
me
of
my
manners.
Goodnight,mother,Imakesuretoreturnhericytone.
AsIleavetheroom,Ihearthebreathescapingmymotherslipsinyetanothersigh.
Oncethedoorsclosebehindme,Imanagetogetaboutaquarterofthewaydownthe
corridorbeforeIbreakoutinasprinttowardsmyroom.Iamnotallowedtoruninthe
housebecauseIusuallysendthetapestriesandrugsflying,butcorridorsaretheworst.I
cannotbearthefeelingofsuffocationthedampwallsgiveme.
Beckyisalreadyinmyroom,standingnexttoalargeroundwoodenbarrelfilledwith
lightlysteamingwater,droppinginlavenderstemsandrosepetals.Shehasawholearrayof
spongesandscrubbingutensilslaidoutonachairnexttothetub.
Thisis
not
going
to
be
pleasant,
is
it?
Iask,
slowly
peeling
off
my
jacket,
tunic
and
breeches.
Thatdependsonyou.Sheeyesmewarily.
Islipintothetubandsubmersemyselfinthewarmwaterthatisgiddilyconsumingmy
tiredbody.Hmmm,justhowIlikeit.
Ipokemyheadoutofthewaterandeyealavenderstemfloatingbyme.Pluckingit
gingerlyoutofitssailingadventure,Itossitintomymouth.
Beckygroans.Yeck,canyounotwaituntilafteryourbathtoeat?
IdonotseewhyIshould,whatiswrongwitheatingandbathingatthesametime?I
askincredulously.Archingamockingbrow,Ilookupatherconfusedface.Youarejust
uncomfortable
that
I
do
not
eat
like
everyone
else.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
11/12
Beckysighsandbeginstuggingonmyhair,attemptingtoloosentheplaitsofmybraids
towashoutthetwigsandsoil.No,well,yes,Ijusthavenevermetanyonelikeyou,tisall.
Discomfortandfearcomeoffherinwaves.Itissostrongitalmostmakesmelosemy
appetite.Iknowwhatalloftheotherservantsandvillagerssayaboutme,goadedonbyold
ladyCrantonsravings,butnoonehaseverdirectlyvoicedtheirdiscomfortwithmeandmy
unusualhabits.
Inanefforttogetpasttheawkwardmoment,IlookroundmyroomwhileBeckytugs,
yanksandscrubsatmyskin.Thefirelightthrowsmenacingshadowsthroughouttheroom,
andeventhoughitisthesameoneIwasbornin,ithaschangeddrasticallyoverthelastfew
yearsanditfeelsunfamiliartome.
Firstistheghastlybed,anelaborateoakmonstrositywithvelvetdrapestoencloseit
andplushdowncomfortersandpillows.Idonotcarefortraditionalbedsand,theminuteI
couldwalk,myparentsfoundthatoutthehardway.Asachild,Iwouldcrawloutofbedin
themiddleofthenight,creeppastmynannysnoozinginherchairbythefireandsteal
downtothegardens.There,undertheappletree,Iwouldmakeabedofleaves,branches
andsod.
The
gardener
or
one
of
the
servants
would
inevitably
find
me
and
my
parents
wouldshovetincturesdownmythroatwhilesmotheringmewithblankets,convincedIhad
caughtmydeathofcold.Thiswentonforaboutamonthuntiltheyrealisedthattheonly
wayIwouldsleepinsidewouldbeiftheytransformedmyroomintoawoodedwonderland.
Theygotridofthebed,madeapalletofmossandleavesonthefloor,anddrapedvinesand
fernsinmyroom.
Thetwoclosedwindowsinmyroom,coveredinbrocadeddrapes,fillmewithdismay.
Sighing,IrememberhowonceIwasoldenoughtopushopendoorsandwindows,they
wouldwakeuptofindthemallopen.TheysoonrealisedthatIdidnotcareforenclosed
spaceseither,sodoorsandwindowsalwayshadtoremainopeninwhateverroomIwasin.
Sincethis
became
aproblem
during
inclement
weather,
Ioften
spent
the
majority
of
my
timeoutside,inthewoods,togivetherestofourhomesresidentstheopportunitytostay
warmanddry.Ididnotmindit,though.Thewoodshavealwaysfeltlikemytruehome.
Aboutthreeyearsagothisallhadtochange,accordingtomymother.Shewantedto
preparemeformyupcomingcourtappearance,therebyinsistingthatIlearntosleepina
bed,dressmorelikealadyandspendmoretimewithinclosedquarters.Yetnotevenshe
couldsucceedinmakingmeeatanythingfromananimal,foritmakesmephysicallysick.So
far,sheseemstobecontentinignoringmyeccentricdietafterseveralfutilebattles,
dubbingmydigestionasdelicate.Needlesstosay,thepastthreeyearshavebeentorture.
Myfairskinscrubbedtoarosypink,Istepoutofthetubandintothewaitingcloth
Beckyholds
up
for
me.
Glancing
around
my
bare
room
towards
my
bed,
Isearch
the
far
corner,hopingthatIwouldseemyfamiliarpalletofmoss.Seeingonlyacleanemptyspace
whereitoncewas,IturntowardsBecky,wrappingtheclothtightlyaroundme.Sheis
holdingmynightdressouttomenow.
Becky,Iwhispersoftly,doyouthinkmaybejustfortonight?
Beckyglancesatmyeyesandswiftlylooksaway,staringatmyleftshoulder.Iamsorry,
miss,butyourmotherhasexpresslyforbiddenit.Shemakescertainhervoiceisloud
enoughtocarrydownthehall.
However,shebreathesinmyear,youwillfindsomemossandleavesstuffedinyour
pillow.Hereyesshinewithexcitementasshegivesmeaconspiratorialwink.
I
know
that
look;
any
servant
would
be
more
than
willing
to
break
a
rule
under
their
mastersnose.Especiallyiftheyknewtheycouldgetawaywithit.
8/14/2019 Words Once Spoken
12/12
Thankyou,Imouthassheslidesthechemiseovermyhead.
Goodnight,miss.Shebobsacurtsy,gathershersuppliesandthedirtylinen,and
leaves.
Walkingovertothesideofmybedwhereaplateofgreensandajugofwaterhavebeen
leftonasmalltable,Idevourbothinstantlyandcrashintobed,buryingmynoseinthe
pillow.Ibask
in
the
scent
of
the
forest
for
afew
minutes
before
rolling
over
onto
my
back.
Thefireinmyroomhasalmostdiedout,butthereisstilljustenoughlightformeto
makeoutsomethinghanginginbetweenthebedpostsandcurtains.Whenmyeyesadjust
tothedark,Irealisewhatitisandinhaledeeplyofthesweetscent.IknewIhadsmelledthe
honeysuckleuponenteringtheroom,buthadthoughtitwasjustmyyearningforthe
outsideplayingtricksonme.Ismileandletmyeyelidsflutterclose.IdonotknowifBecky
hadorchestratedthataswell,butIamthankful.
Suchkindnessismostlikelynotgoingtobefoundinthepalace.