§ 0 ~ Novation
They've always called me by the name of Quillion, as far back as I can remember, so I assume that's the name I was born with. You see, I was raised in the local orphanage in the Duchy of Jasper.
There are no children growing up on the streets here in the City of Jasper. Duke Grethley doesn't allow it, and ensures the orphanage has enough resources to care for every child who ends up under its roof.
Not that there aren't rich folks and poor folks. There are lots of each and more in between, but the Duke has a good heart, or so I was always told. His philosophy is that everyone has something to give, so we're also taught our letters and numbers there too.
Three years ago, at the age of fifteen, I caught the eye of a government official when I was running an errand on behalf of the administrator for the orphanage. He commended me on my manners and bearing, and was particularly impressed with my sharp mind when it came to numbers. Seeing great potential in me, he offered me a position in his own household working alongside his chamberlain.
But that position ended a couple months ago when he moved away. He was a conscientious master, so prior to his departure, he secured for me a position in the castle serving Duke Grethley.
However, the Duke decided just last week to assign me as a servant to his wife, since she would soon be traveling to each of the duchies within the kingdom. So now, at eighteen years old, I'm a Page for Duchess Teritha, about to go on a long journey. Naturally, I am beyond excited to see the outside world.
I suppose I should mention a little bit about her, since she's kind of important to my life story.
Duchess Teritha is a kind lady, quite regal, quite beautiful and quite young considering the age of her husband. The Duke was previously married and his first wife bore him three sons. Sadly, the woman died seven years ago during a riding accident.
Less than two years later, the Duke, only forty-five years old at the time, decided to remarry. Being a wealthy land-owner, families offered up their daughters like livestock for the slaughter. He quite literally had his pick of the litter, choosing Teritha, who was just pust her eighteenth birthday at the time.
During the first few months of their marriage, he practically doted on her, but when the thrill of having a new, young wife wore off, plus the fact that he already had three male heirs in line for succession, he lost interest in her as a husband to a wife, preferring the thrill of kingdom building instead.
I've secretly questioned his sanity since meeting Teritha, now twenty-three. A ravenous beauty with dark hair, occasionally sprinkled with gemstones, along with her preference for clothing accented in blue to set off her greyish blue eyes, and her spectacular bosom which she has no reservations about showing off, though subtly, leaves me convinced she may be the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.
But, despite his lack of interest in her physically, he recognized her sharp mind and effective charisma, so he tasked her with hosting guests and gathering information to bolster his social and political ambitions, until recently that is.
The current political situation among the various duchies demanded an emissary. Teritha was perfect for the task, so off she goes. Along for the journey will be several men-at-arms, two horses pulling the Duchess' carriage, two horses pulling a second carriage, Norgin her Chamberlain, Lisbeth and Micaelah, her maids-in-waiting, and me.
I can't wait to see what adventure is out there for me to find.
§ 1 ~ Anticipation
Waiting patiently for the door to open, I try not to stare at Lisbeth. At nineteen, she's cute in a plain sort of way, certainly no beauty. Her five foot four inch frame is average, as are her grey eyes and black hair, but her bosom is exceptional. She hasn't said much to me since my assignment with the Duchess, speaking to me only when necessary, but she's probably just being proper, focusing on her duties.
Today is Micaelah's turn to assist the Duchess with her bathing and dressing, so Lisbeth is busying herself with the final packing for the trip.
Smiling at her politely, I pretend to examine the tapestries while stealing glances her way.
Finally, the bedchamber door opens. I stand up quickly, trying to put on my best appearance. The Duchess glides in, clad in practical travel attire, albeit, very fancy travel attire. It accentuates her figure nicely.
"Are we packed yet Lisbeth?"
"Almost, m'lady. Just a few more items."
"Good, good. Thank you for keeping track of everything. You've always done a good job of that."
"Thank you m'lady. It's an honor to have the opportunity to serve you."
"Oh, nonsense. I know at least ten others that would be thrilled to have you as their maid-in-waiting. Just let me know if you receive a better offer. I'll gladly match it."
"M'lady is most generous," Lisbeth replies respectfully.
"More nonsense," the Duchess counters. "It's easy to be generous with someone else's money. If you tell anyone I said that, I'll have you flogged."
"Of course m'lady, and I would deserve every lash," Lisbeth says, smiling.
"Of course you would. Now where's Micaelah?"
"Right here m'lady," she says, entering the room.
I heard through the grapevine that Micaelah is already twenty. She's much prettier than Lisbeth, but petite. Very petite. Just under five feet tall, her waif-like appearance makes her look much younger, and I wonder if she's really twenty, or if her parents lied to the Duchess simply to get their daughter the position. She has barely any bosom to speak of, but she has pretty hazel eyes, long, wavy red hair, and is unreservedly friendly, having spoken to me many times. She's even giggled once or twice when no one was around to hear.
"Wonderful. Now, where's... Oh, there you are Quillion. Did you deliver my message to the Duke?"
"Yes m'lady, er... no m'lady," I stammer.
"Well? Which is it?" she asks.
"I mean, m'lady, that I delivered your message to the Duke's chamberlain. The Duke was in counsel with the master-at-arms and couldn't be disturbed."
"Very good Quillion. Thank you for clarifying and for being thorough. I'll know who to blame then if my message doesn't reach the Duke."
"M'lady?" My look of panic causes the Duchess to produce a small laugh.
"Don't worry Quillion. I didn't mean you. I meant that oaf, the Duke's chamberlain. He's too uppity and may decide to burn the note instead of giving it to the Duke. I'm not sure what goes through his head sometimes, but I don't think he likes that I infiltrated his precious turf."
"Yes m'lady," I say agreeably.
"If you tell anyone I said that, I'll have you flogged."
"Yes m'lady."
"Very good then. Let's load up the carriage and be on our way. We mustn't keep the kingdom waiting."
§ 2 ~ Emulation
The first day of our journey is pleasant for traveling. The roads are fairly smooth so the carriages don't jostle around too much. The breeze is light, the temperature mild. Spring is here and so are the birds, their songs fill the air. It's everything I imagined an adventure would be.
Eight hours later, I wished I'd have been allowed to remain back at the castle. Having ridden in the second carriage the entire way with Norgin, who either ignored me or, more often, forced me to listen to his various monologues about politics and the nobility I'd be visiting, I was contemplating whether or not to run away the next time the carriage stopped.
Then it stopped.
Getting out quickly, as it's my job to assist the others with getting out of the carriages, I stamp the life back into my lower extremities while making my way to the carriage containing the Duchess and her maids. As I lower the step and open the door, my eyes take in the view around me.
A small town surrounds our entourage where it has stopped in front of large inn named the Lady's Crown. The Duchess takes my hand, allowing me to assist her, as do Lisbeth and Micaelah. Closing the door, I immediately go to fetch the luggage. Two boys, a few years younger than I, come out of the inn to assist. Mostly I direct them as to which items they should grab.
Then, with Kendric, the Captain of the Guard, leading the way, we follow the Duchess into the inn and up the stairs to the main suite, made up of three adjoining rooms. I direct the lads to carry the luggage to the appropriate places, then follow them back out to gather the rest. Meanwhile, the Duchess inspects the quarters with Captain Kendric.
Finally, everything is brought in and the horses are led away to the stables. The Captain excuses himself, as does Norgin, then the three of us follow the Duchess around, moving things, unpacking things and fetching things until all is to her liking. While the maids assist the Duchess with changing into more appropriate attire, I bring her instructions for the evening meal to the kitchen.
Dinner is held in a private room for the five of us. The Captain and his men eat in the common room. After the meal, to my surprise, the Duchess leads us to the common room where music is being played by a young minstrel. Norgin excuses himself, retiring to his room, but the four of us sit at a table, just like the common folk.
Some of the minstrel's tunes are lively, some solemn. He's quite good as far as I'm concerned, and the Duchess seems to agree, clapping her hands along with the music and laughing at the couples brave enough to get up and dance.
Micaelah seems to be enjoying herself as much as the Duchess, but Lisbeth seems preoccupied with watching the others in the room. Trying not to stare, I follow her gaze. She doesn't seem to be paying particular attention to anyone or anything. Then it hits me like an anvil.
That's not Lisbeth. Whoever she is, she's wearing Lisbeth's clothes, but she isn't Lisbeth. I look at Micaelah. Yes, that's definitely Micaelah. Then I look at the Duchess. Another anvil hits me.
That's not the Duchess.
The pretend Lisbeth notices my reaction and subtly gets my attention. Looking at her closely, the mystery is solved.
The Duchess and Lisbeth are pretending to be each other.
She makes a gesture clearly indicating I should keep my mouth shut and enjoy the music. However, my quick mind presents to me, unbidden, a way to bolster their deception, and for some reason I follow through on it.
I give her a brief wink and a smile. She seems startled by my forwardness, but not nearly as startled as when I reach out and grasp her hand. I get to my feet and pull her up with me to the open area where others are dancing. Her initial look of panic soon changes to amusement, then joy as she follows my confident leading, twirling her smaller frame around with ease. A few hours later, after several dances, we all retire for the evening.
§ 3 ~ Explanation
"You played that very well Quillion," the Duchess compliments me later during a private audience with Lisbeth. I glance back and forth between the two, comparing.
"Most people only see the clothes, not the person," she states. "Remember this lesson well."
"I will m'lady," I assure her.
