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eyes,” Stacey said.  Then she told Rodric, “We’re going to be blood brother and sister.  The Native American people where I come from do this with people they trust with their lives.  That’s what I’m gonna’ do with you.” 
    Rodric was quiet for a while, then asked, “Stacey when we mingle our blood does this mean I am to always do what I think be best for ye?”
    “Yes, absolutely, I trust you with my life.”
    They then cut their fingers and mingled their blood. They talked and talked.  Stacey drew pictures in the dirt and Rodric was full of questions. She told him over-whelming things about automobiles, aviation, the industrial age, medicine, astronomy and science. When she told him about astronauts traveling to the moon, he was astonished and only half believed her. Stacey was in her element. She loved the look of amazement on his face each time she described something that future generations took for granted. Stacey knew she would be the same if people came from outer space telling about other far away, unimaginable, wonderful worlds.

Chapter 10
    Rodric’s Birthday
    W hen Stacey went upstairs, she saw Isabelle going into Eric’s quarters.  She thought, to herself, “Damn, damn them both.”
    Rodric’s regale was to be on Saturday. Stacey’s dress was ready. Molly had done an amazing job.  Stacey thought, Eric must have loved Frances exceeding well to provide her with such beautiful materials.  How sad it was that she never had a chance to use them.  Stacey had chosen a lovely green silk to make her dress.  She drew a sketch of the dress she wanted and there was a pair of green boots that would match perfectly.
    On Saturday, people of importance started arriving from the villages of the three castles and the castles themselves.  Stacey sometimes forgot she was living in a feudal society; however, this party was certainly bringing it back to her.  She told herself, she could do nothing about it and Rodric was her friend, so I’ll have a good time with him. Tables were set up on both ends of the great hall and in the large sunroom. Drinks were brought up from below stairs and people were everywhere. Hired Troubadours were playing music and singing.  There was dancing in the great hall.  Stacey decided the hall was the best place for her.  She knew when she opened her mouth she stood out like a sore thumb, so tonight she would do her best to speak mixed French and English just as they do.
    Stacey’s dress was green Damascus silk, form fitting with a high collar trimmed with silver lace, which had long sleeves that were loose at the wrist.  The skirt had a slit on each side, and a belt trimmed with silver lace worn low on the hips and crossed on the left front side as the fashion of the time.  The green boots came almost to her knees.  When she walked, you could see about three inches of leg, but nothing when she stood still.  The most provocative thing about the dress was the lacing up the back.
    When Stacey came down the stairs on Rodric’s arm, she received a considerable amount of
    attention.  There were many young knights and wealthy men she had not before met.  One of the young men turned out to be Robert Burely, Eric’s cousin.  His father Simon Burely, was the baron of Falcon Crest castle.  They were related on their grandmother’s side.  Stacey could tell by the scowl on Eric’s face that he was not pleased.  His cousin, Robert, was a scholarly young man about Stacey’s age.  Stacey knew Eric did not think it wise for her to be socializing and dancing with the male guest.  Well, tough, Stacey thought.  It will do him good to realize other men find me attractive. After all, he has Isabelle.
    The dancing was interesting and fun.  Nobody touched except their palms as they passed one another.  They don’t tell you in history books about this stuff.  In a way, it was more sensual and they flirted with their eyes a lot. Stacey was having a good time when in the