from the table and went outside. The night air was crisp. He heard the creak of the door behind him and turned to see Geva coming out also. She walked up to Richard and with a grin, asked, 'So, whot were you doing in the market todee?' Richard tried initially to protest, but then decided that he could use a little advice from his sister.
'Will you promise to keep a secret?' he asked Geva.
'Of course I will. I always do?'
Richard thought initially about contesting that statement, but decided not to.
'I was in the market todee,' admitted Richard.
'I knew it,' Geva exclaimed with a broad grin. Richard motioned for her to keep her voice down. 'You went to see a girl, did you nay,' questioned Geva.
Richard told Geva about the girl that he had seen outside the Glazier's shoppe and how he had seen her in the market. He told her that she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, but he didn't know how to approach her. He also didn't know where she lived. Geva suggested that Richard might survey several of the churches in Stamford the next day, the girl might be in attendance. If not, Geva recommended that he follow her from the market the next time that he saw her.
Richard resolved to do exactly as Geva suggested. The next day he started at Saint Martin's and looked in on the service, but didn't see anyone that he thought was the girl. Then he checked Saint Mary's and Saint George's with the same result. When he arrived at Saint Michael's the service was ending and he watched from across the street as the parishioners left. No one was recognizable. He felt that he didn't need to check All Saints' because he had attended services there recently and he was certain that she was not there.
In a disappointed mood, he headed for home resolving to check the market at the next market day on Wednesday.
It seemed to Richard to be a fortnight before Wednesday came. As he worked on the windows at the Glazier's shoppe he had a difficult time keeping his mind off the girl, so it was with anticipation that he cleaned up his tools quickly at the end of the day and headed for the market. It wasn't a half day today, so he would have to hurry to be at the market before it closed. He suspected that the girl's father would have his stall in the same location as before, so this time Richard approached the market from the alleyway. Peering carefully around the corner so as not to be seen, Richard caught site of the girl. She was looking in his direction when he had peered around the corner, so he quickly moved his head back behind the corner of the building again.
It had been a long day at the market for Elizabeth and her father. It had been a good day though, they had sold nearly all of their vegetables. They would be packing up soon to go back to their village. The winter had been hard for Elizabeth's family, but now with a strong harvest of vegetables, it was looking to be a good year. Elizabeth had just received some payment for some vegetables and happened to look in the direction of the nearby alleyway. 'There's that boy again,' she thought to herself. 'I am sure that 'e is the same boy that was there at the last market dee.' She then pretended to be adjusting the vegetables in the stall, but she kept, as it were, 'one eye' on the alleyway. She could tell that the boy was watching her. The realization made her feel a little uneasy, but a little flattered at the same time.
'Let us get all this loaded up, me luv,' encouraged Elizabeth's father. 'I think that is aboot it for the dee.'
'Aye, yes father,' Elizabeth replied as she finished with her last customer. Then she sat about the task of loading the wagon.
Richard watched as they loaded the wagon and headed west on High Street. The wagon was pulled by an ox, so it was moving slowly and Richard could easily follow it without being seen. When the girl and her father headed south on Maiden Lane, Richard hurried further along High Street. He figured that he could go
'Will you promise to keep a secret?' he asked Geva.
'Of course I will. I always do?'
Richard thought initially about contesting that statement, but decided not to.
'I was in the market todee,' admitted Richard.
'I knew it,' Geva exclaimed with a broad grin. Richard motioned for her to keep her voice down. 'You went to see a girl, did you nay,' questioned Geva.
Richard told Geva about the girl that he had seen outside the Glazier's shoppe and how he had seen her in the market. He told her that she was the most beautiful thing that he had ever seen, but he didn't know how to approach her. He also didn't know where she lived. Geva suggested that Richard might survey several of the churches in Stamford the next day, the girl might be in attendance. If not, Geva recommended that he follow her from the market the next time that he saw her.
Richard resolved to do exactly as Geva suggested. The next day he started at Saint Martin's and looked in on the service, but didn't see anyone that he thought was the girl. Then he checked Saint Mary's and Saint George's with the same result. When he arrived at Saint Michael's the service was ending and he watched from across the street as the parishioners left. No one was recognizable. He felt that he didn't need to check All Saints' because he had attended services there recently and he was certain that she was not there.
In a disappointed mood, he headed for home resolving to check the market at the next market day on Wednesday.
It seemed to Richard to be a fortnight before Wednesday came. As he worked on the windows at the Glazier's shoppe he had a difficult time keeping his mind off the girl, so it was with anticipation that he cleaned up his tools quickly at the end of the day and headed for the market. It wasn't a half day today, so he would have to hurry to be at the market before it closed. He suspected that the girl's father would have his stall in the same location as before, so this time Richard approached the market from the alleyway. Peering carefully around the corner so as not to be seen, Richard caught site of the girl. She was looking in his direction when he had peered around the corner, so he quickly moved his head back behind the corner of the building again.
It had been a long day at the market for Elizabeth and her father. It had been a good day though, they had sold nearly all of their vegetables. They would be packing up soon to go back to their village. The winter had been hard for Elizabeth's family, but now with a strong harvest of vegetables, it was looking to be a good year. Elizabeth had just received some payment for some vegetables and happened to look in the direction of the nearby alleyway. 'There's that boy again,' she thought to herself. 'I am sure that 'e is the same boy that was there at the last market dee.' She then pretended to be adjusting the vegetables in the stall, but she kept, as it were, 'one eye' on the alleyway. She could tell that the boy was watching her. The realization made her feel a little uneasy, but a little flattered at the same time.
'Let us get all this loaded up, me luv,' encouraged Elizabeth's father. 'I think that is aboot it for the dee.'
'Aye, yes father,' Elizabeth replied as she finished with her last customer. Then she sat about the task of loading the wagon.
Richard watched as they loaded the wagon and headed west on High Street. The wagon was pulled by an ox, so it was moving slowly and Richard could easily follow it without being seen. When the girl and her father headed south on Maiden Lane, Richard hurried further along High Street. He figured that he could go
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