Hearts Across Time (The Knights of Berwyck: A Quest Through Time Novel ~ Books 1 & 2) by Sherry Ewing Page B

sees us in the flesh dressed as we are. First things first, girls. We’d better find something to conceal ourselves with until we can find suitable clothing.”
    “Katie, you do remember what they do to thieves in this time period don’t you?” Juliana asked. “Personally, if you don’t mind, I’d like to keep my hands attached to my wrists.
    “Clothes ladies…we need to find us some clothes, and until we do, we need to hide ourselves as much as possible. Losing our hands would be the lesser of two evils, if people instead believe we’re heretics or witches because of how we’re dressed. I, for one, don’t want to be burned at the stake today, or any other day.”
    “And, for goodness sake, watch the way you speak,” Emily added sharply. “Remember that whole messing-with-the-fabric-of-time issue we are always so intent on. We can’t change history because we’ve introduced something that hasn’t happened yet.”
    Katherine and the other women nodded as they silently made their way down the remainder of the tower stairs. Keeping to the shadows as much as possible, they observed servants rushing around in flurries of activity. She could only wonder why everyone seemed in a nervous frenzy, but knew she couldn’t worry about that now. Truthfully, she was just itching to take a peek at Bamburgh’s history-in-the-making right in front of her face, but needed to refrain for now.
    It wasn’t until much later in the evening, as they covered their clothes with their borrowed woolen cloaks, that Katherine realized she had practically ran down the tower stairs earlier when she had maneuvered them, sure-footed, on her own. God had granted her a miracle, and with such a blessing, she planned on taking full advantage of the opportunity he had given her. She only hoped she would stay alive long enough to enjoy it and find Riorden. And, if by chance this was just a dream…well…she prayed, she never woke up.

Chapter 10
    K atherine awoke disoriented and confused , and swore even her hair was hurting. Focusing her vision, she saw the reason for her discomfort. Sleeping sitting up was certainly not good for one’s back and the dampness couldn’t have helped either. Looking around the room, she tried to determine whether it was morning yet. It was hard to tell, given the room they had found themselves in last night lacked any of the conveniences that a modern day Bamburgh held.
    It was a familiar room, or would be several centuries from now when it would be used as a storage facility for antiques. Currently, it was filled with several large barrels and crates of various food stuffs.
    Emily had figured, because it was so cold down here, it was like a cellar to keep their food from spoiling. They had done a thorough search of several crates and had found some apples, but not much else of what could be made edible without a fire and stove.
    Stove! Guess she could forget that one. If it couldn’t be cooked over a fire, it was pretty plain and simple, it wasn’t going to get cooked at all. They had decided last night that starting a fire to try to roast something may not be in their best interest. Refrigeration? Not a chance, unless it was a cold stream somewhere nearby. But worst of all, at least to Juliana and Emily, who were never all that crazy about camping in the first place, was the fact they could kiss indoor plumbing goodbye! They had found and had made use of a garderobe out of sheer necessity, but they had thought Emily would pass out when she quickly came back out. She had looked positively green and had used a major dose of hand sanitizer. If she continued using up what she had with her in the short amount of time they’d been here, her little bottle would be out by the end of the day.
    Still, it had been a productive night of finding several necessities for them to hopefully survive their time in the twelfth century. Cloaks, to cover their jeans and blouses, had been the easiest to procure. Juliana had found