The next morning Maryphe looked in the mirror and almost threw up what was left in her stomach. Her hair was a mess, her shirt had throw up on it, and her eyes had deep lines underneath them. Almost flying, Maryphe went to her personal belle. Summoning for her mardon, she sat down on her chair to wait. Clyd came rushing into the room. “Ma’am.â€? He bowed low as Maryphe stood up.
“Don’t be silly Clyd. I’m Maryphe. You haven’t called me ma’am since we first met!â€? Maryphe felt lost and confused. Everything was slipping away from her. But not Clyd. Certaintly not.
“You’re a lady now ma’am. I must call you what you are. I am your most humble of servants.â€? Clyd bowed again.
Maryphe sighed, and smiled weakly at him. “Fetch some hot water for my bath. Quickly now Clyd. I must get ready. Have Suann send it up. I will be bare.â€? Clyd nodded slowly, taking it all in. Then, walking backwards towards the door, and bowing, he exited. Maryphe sighed again.