Creative Writing: Empire Island

“You’re not. You mentioned you had skill at washing clothes. Well, as I am sure you can smell, the men are not keen on keeping up with the washing of their clothes and bedding, which means head house and fleas abound. We could use a reliable washerwoman.”
“The Knight Commander might let me work? Fer food and shelter in exchange?”
“And coin,” added Perceval, though he was not sure if that would actually be the case. Regardless, he’d hand over his own money, if necessary. “But don’t get too excited. I am sure the sum will be paltry.”
“Food, shelter, and possibly coin? Sounds like a dream. I canna imagine…”
It all but broke Perceval’s heart that this young woman considered the bare basics in life to be a dream.
Soldiers began to emerge from

“Erm…” She blinked her eyes as if clearing her thoughts. “Sir Lionel, thank ye for the opportunity. I shall not disappoint you. And thank ye, Sir Perceval, fer everything.”
“We’re pleased to have you, Rona,” said Lionel. “After you’ve set up, make sure to get yourself some food. I believe it’s stewed apples, bread, and cheese this morning, along with oats.”
His smile faded a fraction. “Might I have a word with you, Perceval?”
“Certainly.”
Michael and Rona went one way, and Perceval and Lionel the other. Perceval braced himself for an earful
“Damn, Perceval!” said Lionel the moment they reached his tent. “You put me in an awkward spot back there. What if I’d wanted to say no? Ans who is this girl, anyway? Is she to be trusted? Is she safe to have around?” Perceval was about to answer, but Lionel waved him off. “You don’t know. Which means YOU are to keep eyes on her.”
“I will, but if you’re concerned, I’ll rescind your offer, if you think that’s best.”
Lionel glared at Perceval. “Right. Rescind the offer to a girl who’s starving and in need. I cannot do that. Gods help us, she looks to be about Alis’s age. I’d never have a moment’s sleep if I sent her off into the woods.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Lionel rolled his eyes and scoffed. “You are a