It wasn't easy, getting in to a schedule. Getting up way before the crack of dawn just to get the fires going for pies and bread. Never mind roasting beans for coffee. It was never ending.
Anthony was afraid Johanna would grow ill quickly. She was not accustom to such short end of the stick, so to speak. It was a long day to surly endure. Sometimes, the tavern would have all night dances as well.
But at least there was a place to rest their head. Food in their belly's. Truly, it was not an easy task to survive in merry ole England.
"We should have hopped a ship or something to get us far far from here," Johanna complained laying next to Anthony in their straw bed.
"If there was a chance I could, I'd surly take it, luv," At least they had each other as the days grew cold, and there bodies still warm. He loved what little time they had together. Although, she usually went to sleep on him before anything good ever happened. And he kept telling himself, it was just as well. They were not man and wife. Hardly a boy and girl, or so it would seem to the master he'd been indentured too.
Still it worried him that some day the master would take his hand and take Johanna away from him. It was a nightmare that woke him from time to time. He'd lift his head just to see if Johanna lay next to him. When would such a feat end. Would it always be this way?