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Chapter Eight

The Market

“Oh Jake, have you seen Nila and Sarah this morning?” asked James.

“Yes, I think they are in the kitchen, James.”

James walked out of the room and headed for the kitchen. Nila and Sarah were sitting at a small round table over in one corner of the kitchen, finishing their breakfast. This was the area where the house and kitchen slaves ate their meals.

“Nila. Sarah. Girls, come here?”

“Yes Master,” the girls replied, and hurried over to him.

“I think Jen wants to go to the market today, see to it that she does not go alone.”

“Yes Master,” the two replied.

James stood and thought for a moment, believing he had made the right decision. Not letting Jen out and about in public, alone, was always a wise idea. Without someone to watch out for her, James never knew what might happen with Jen.

That long red hair was no lie, and James knew it announced to everyone, sparkling in the sunshine, that she was a pure, natural, feisty, young woman. One never knew when Jen’s temper, which matched her fiery red hair perfectly, would get set lose. With that thought, James smiled to himself silently. He left the kitchen and headed outside.

Outside, his horse was waiting for him, saddled and tied in front his house. James mounted the muscular stallion and rode out, heading for the crop fields which were located about a half mile from the villa.

Three times a week he would be out for most of the day checking up on the various crops and field hands, making sure everything was doing well, and getting the daily reports from the various field supervisors assigned to managing the different crops of the ranch.

James always liked being out riding and keeping on top of the workings of his ranch, rather than being stuck behind his desk doing paper work.

Since the day he recovered from the sword wound that nearly ended his life some years back, he retired to the ranch he loved so much. There were times that he would stay out all night, making camp in some small clearing with the field supervisors and field hands.

James felt his life was good, a better life than many others had, and felt very content with the simple things such as running a farm, selling his crops, and occasionally buying a new slave or two to work the fields.

James always used male slaves for working the fields and harvesting the crops.

“Field work,” he always said “was not fitting for female slaves.”

Occasionally James would have the female slaves help with the crops when the job needed to be done quickly, or because of the weather or perhaps a shortage of certain crops needed at the market. Bagging or boxing the crops after they were brought in from the fields, was not that difficult a job for a female and some of the barn slaves excelled at their jobs.

All in all James figured he had everything he ever wanted or needed, until the day, Jake introduced his sister Jen, as a young women to James. James had not seen Jen since she was a child.

Jennifer Wolfe, whom everyone called Jen, for short, was the exception to the phrase, ‘a lovely woman’ in James eyes. James had seen many lovely women and had loved one or two in his life, but to James she was the most exquisite, lovely creature he had ever known.

Jen was the only daughter of late Master Thomas J. Wolfe, and sister of Jake T. Wolfe. Thomas and Jake were both fellow warriors and close friends of James’s.

Seeing Jen for the first time, as a grown woman, James knew what his life had been missing. Looking back, he realized he had been missing the most important part of his life, a companion to be with. Jen made his life feel complete, and he cherished, loved, and protected her fiercely, from anything that might do her harm.

Even though he loved Jen very much, James had his hands full at times, dealing with his lovely Jen. There were times when he felt compelled, to use a firm hand with her, or scolding her as if she were a child. Jen had a fierce temper to go along with that long lovely fiery red hair. Jen’s temper often brought trouble along for the ride, painting the true image of his sweet Jen. An image when exposed to him or others would often cause James to roar with laughter, from the expressions that would contort that sweet face of hers. Not even her kind heart, could disguise that fierce temper that glowed on her face once she got riled up.

James married Jen soon after they met again all grown up, for Jen had felt the same way about James from their first meeting when she was a little girl. Jen thought James was her night and shinning armor at that age. She knew she loved him from the start. To her they were a perfect match. James with his calm demeanor and Jen with her fiery temper that was easily put out, by his calm, mild personality, which was often hard to convert into anger. James could easily put out those flames of temper she had, by simply wrapping his arms around her, kissing her passionately or just letting her gaze into his sparkling blue eyes, that always made her feel peaceful.

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Nila finished her breakfast and made her way upstairs to Miss Jen’s chambers. Nila was one of Jen’s personal slave girls who assisted Jen with whatever she needed. However, more often then not, Jen would dismiss the girls, feeling that she did not always need someone waiting on her hand and foot. For the girls though it was a moot point with them, especially when it came to following Master’s orders, making sure they were seeing to Jens needs. Jen would rather just have the company of another female to talk to once in while, as she was the only woman in the house, other than the slave girls. The girls soon learned to simply wait nearby, out of sight monitoring Jens movements, in hopes of being able to dash in and help her.

Nila reached Jen’s room just as she was getting out of bed. She stood at the end of the bed, and spoke softly.

“A sweet happy good morning to you, Miss Jen.”

“Good morning Nila.”

“Master informed Sarah and me a few moments ago, that Miss wants to go to the market this morning.”

“Yes I am, Nila, why?”

“Master has ordered that Nila and Sarah see to it, that Miss Jen does not go to the market by herself.”

“I do not need a babysitter Nila, to shop for vegetables and fresh meat, nor do I need you tagging along making me appear as if I did,”

Jen felt compelled to at least let them know how she felt, even when she knew it was wasted effort with the girls when following one of James orders. But she felt better saying out loud how she felt on the subject. After all she was not helpless, so why in the world did James feel she needed someone with her all the time?  Jen simple shrugged her shoulders knowing she would give in to his request no matter how she felt.

Jen further stated; “besides I have seen other women such as myself unescorted at the market place.”

“Yes Miss,” was all Nila would say.

The girls fully intended to simply follow her to the market, if she did not agree to let them come along. All the while keeping a safe distance from her; as they have done, many times before, just far enough, so as not to disturb her while she shopped. Jen was not unknowing of the tactics her personal slaves would go through to make sure she was safe and that James’s orders where followed.

However, this morning Jen simply resigned herself to let them come along, she felt like having company anyway. That way the girls could insist they carried out his orders as requested.

“Oh, heck, I know you two will just follow me anyway, so you might as well come along, and truthfully, I feel like to having some company this morning.”

Nila smiled and quickly answered.

“Yes Miss Jen, and thank you.”

“Besides I would not want to be the cause of you two getting into trouble with James.”

“Yes Miss, thank you for understanding. Sarah is getting your basket ready as we speak, and will meet us at the door.”

“Alright Nila, we better get going. I want to get some choice cuts of the meats today, so if we don’t get there early this morning, they will all be gone.”

Jen hurried along and finished dressing. Nila stayed nearby and assisted Jen fastening the back of her dress, and walked out the door of the chambers behind Jen. Nila spoke softly to Jen as they headed down the stairs.

“You should have a quick bite though first for breakfast Miss, before we go, even though we want to get an early start.”

“I will Nila, don’t worry.” Jen replied.

They reached the bottom of the stairs and headed for the kitchen. Jen requested toast and fruit from the cook, left the kitchen and headed for the main hall; taking a seat at the table, while Nila and Sarah waited by the door.

The servant girl there quickly poured Jen a steaming cup of black wine, freshly brewed that morning. A large kettle of the hearty brew was already on the table, which the girls had served to the Master much earlier that morning.

After a few moments Jens breakfasts arrived. She ate rather quickly all to the dislike of her two assistants who were waiting nearby. Jen pretended not to notice, for the moment she had other things on her mind. Jen finished her food, rose from the table headed for the door. Taking her wrap off the post, Jen stepped out the door, with Nila and Sarah in tow.

The market place was not far from the villa, which was just on the outskirts of the city they lived near. A quick ten minute walk and Jen was at the edge of town. The market was located on a wide side street near the center of town. There was always a bustle of people at the market from the surrounding areas outside of the city on market day. Especially a bit later in the mornings when those hunting for reduced prices would come to pick over what was left. Which was usually not the freshest of choices, especially after the town’s residents, and the early shoppers like Jen, had done their shopping. Jen always wanted to get there as early as possible catching the farmers as they were bringing in their crops to sell to the vendors. That was the best time to get the freshest pick of your choice.

Jen rounded the corner at the center of town and cast her eyes over all the lovely tables spread out across the market.

“Oh Miss, everything looks lovely in the market today,” Sarah announced.

The tables were all filled with every sort of fruit or vegetable grown in the area, and many things grown a good distance from the city. Jen looked down the first row and spotted the banner above the table that read “James Masterson Plantation Grown.” Jen paid special attention to the vendor who was in charge of selling James crops.  The manner, in which the vendor displayed them, always amazed Jen, and was certain they would be pleasing to the eye of the shoppers. He never failed to have one of the best looking tables of fruits and veggies in the whole market. Very seldom did he end a market day with anything left over. James always knew how to find the best salesman, who could make his crops of fruits and vegetables appealing to the shoppers, even if they were not the best of the crop.

The crops grown near their city were painstakingly arranged in what looked like sculptured pyramid piles, in order to show the amazing range in colors from blue, yellow, red, purple and many others.  There where even hand carts filled with various types of lovely flowers, all grown by some of the local farmers. Jen would always choose a basket of fresh flowers to take home. They would be the last item she would purchase from the market on her way out.

Jen visited the butcher first and purchased several cuts of different meats she needed for that weeks dinner menus Jen would give the kitchen cooks.  Jen then took her time and crept along from vendor to vendor selecting the items she needed, mostly things that were not grown on their own plantation. Just as she was about to reach the last display a familiar voice said her name.

“Well, if it isn’t, little Miss Princess herself, Jen Masterson, out in public without proper clothing.”

Jen stopped in her tracts and looked at the woman sharply.

“Oh! Don’t you dare give me that look, young lady? You should be ashamed to be seen in public without your veils.”

Jen had always despised the thought of wearing such ridiculous veils. Why the very idea of always hiding ones face was preposterous, after all, that was the only feature left on her body that anyone could see anyway. How could people ever enjoy seeing a smile on someone if there face was always covered? Everything else was covered, all the way past her ankles, with those ridiculous long robes of concealment that free women were forced to wear. All because of some silly, prudish attitude, that was made into a law, by some pedantic, prehistoric, former ruler.

Jen was in no way, going to roam about like Miss prim and proper, every time she came into town. She would dress in a way she felt was proper enough, only just bending one stuffy silly rule. No one ever pressed the issue, of her not wearing veils over her face. That little slight Jen took in the law, was never enough to bother any of the city officials. Even they didn’t care about those rules; it was only because of people like this wretched wench, which kept them from changing those ancient laws.

Jen then proclaimed back to the women.

“Why should I hide my face, does it disgust you so,” Jen replied.

“Don’t you use that tone with me Jen,” said the woman.

“I will use whatever tone I wish, especially to someone with no more desire to be anymore than a doormat to some Free Man.”

“How dare you,” the women spat.

Jen had had run-ins with this vile woman before, but never had it come this close to blows with each other. Jen despised the ground women like her walked on. Acting as if they were better then any others, holding there nose up in the air at anyone who chose to be the least bit different or more independent then they were.

“Why don’t you mind your own business and leave those who have the gumption to be themselves, and do it with a little class,” Jen proclaimed boldly back at the woman.

With that remark the woman made a motion pointing to the ground, as if indication that Jen should drop to her knees and beg, as if she were no better then a slave. Jen couldn’t stand any more from this obnoxious female, and drew back her hand, slapping the women smartly, across the face.  Jen further scolded the wench by adding.

“You dare to act as if you were all that much better than any slave girl, you fool yourself,” Jen further retorted, “Any number of the pleasure slaves or better yet the field girls we have, are much lovelier then you ever were.”

With that remark the woman dropped her basket of items. A hearty round of applause came from the vendors close enough to hear what Jen had said. None of the vendors could remember a time when that woman wasn’t insulting one person or another every time they saw her.

In that instant, the two girls with Jen rushed forward and pulled Miss Jen back, just as it looked like the woman had gathered up enough gumption to slap Jen back. The woman then declared to the three of them.

“Yes! Go ahead and drag her away, but don’t think for one second you have heard the end of this.”

The girls took the basket from Jen and escorted her, stomping and fuming mad, back to the villa.

Written by:
Asha`di
2009-2010©

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