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Nought to Frighten

Title:Nought to Frighten

Author Eglantine_br


Rating G

Word Count 474

Nought to Frighten

Kit's eyes would not stay open. He was warm, for the first time in so long, and the world beyond his eyes smelled safe. He had to let them shut. He would rest just a little. A few minutes only. When the good dream ended he would wake up. He promised himself.

He heard Tom Kyd saying something about a bath. Strange man. Quiet then, and peace for some breaths. He let the silence expand, blessed nothing...

Then the bump thump of something heavy dragged up a stair. His gut curled in fear. Not the rack though, they brought you to it...

Now a voice, a woman's voice, old and screechy. No danger-- eyes shut.

“Doctor Marlowe, really? Of course I have heard of him, and been to see Faustus-- oh!” The voice dropped to a whisper, “Oh he is so young! Poor weary thing. Look, he is just a boy!”

Kit slitted one eye open to let it a wobbling light. Kyd, and an old woman, and a wooden bath with stream rising.

Her voice had dropped to a whisper, still penetrating.

“Have him give his clothes to me, I'll see them washed. I have things that my John has left behind, they are of a size...” He heard her skirts swish as she turned, and the mother-sound of her nattering as she left the room.

“Marlowe?” Kyd's hand heavy on his shoulder.

“Aye?” He let his voice be gruff. He was a man grown, not some boy to long for an old woman's embrace.

“The bath is here. I'll go and get some food.”

“I have no money.” It had to be said. But Kyd smiled anyway.

“I do, for the moment, at least. Have your soak-- no one will bother you. Oh, and leave your clothes, Mistress Smith says she'll wash them-- they need it. She's going to bring you up something she has of her son's.”

“All right.”

Kyd left, with the puppy capering at his heels. Kit waited until the outer door shut, to strip himself. Colder, he shuddered, his skin clenching, raising its pitiful hair in outrage.

The water was warm, and he slumped down, legs over the side, up to his chin in the goodness of it.

He must have dozed again. Stupid. He came awake with water up his nose, and the door opening.

“Don't mind me, Dr Marlowe. I've raised six boys, of three husbands... Nought there to frighten me... Here is a nightshirt, and some things for tomorrow. I'll just leave them here. Did you find the soap?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you.”

He gave a ridiculous seated bow.

“Well, good. Good night to you then.”

She seemed a bit disappointed, Kit thought.


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Nov. 26th, 2012 06:54 pm (UTC)
She seemed a bit disappointed, Kit thought. And me too! I wanted to see him nude :) Theehee :) Well done, as always. They feel rather familiar to me and to each other.

Btw: have you got my email with the A/H fics?
Nov. 26th, 2012 08:47 pm (UTC)
I am sorry it took so long to get back with your fics. I will have them done by tomorrow.

I think we will see Kit in all his nudie glory at some point. (He was not known for celibacy!) Still I feel sorry for him crouching there in an alien bathtub.

I feel we are getting to know them a little. Him,and Kyd too. Slow going I know.
Nov. 26th, 2012 07:50 pm (UTC)
Oh, I love that last line!
Nov. 26th, 2012 08:49 pm (UTC)
I had some trouble with research of bathing practices of the day. But they did wash, and some had bathtubs. I went with it-- this piece was mostly just for fun.
Nov. 26th, 2012 10:09 pm (UTC)
I like mistress Smith, she sounds like a very sensible woman indeed.

he slumped down, legs over the side
I had to try very hard not to think of South American spiders ;)

Lovely piece. It feels like the characters are becoming more comfortable in their own skins.

Edited at 2012-11-26 10:10 pm (UTC)
Nov. 26th, 2012 11:45 pm (UTC)
I think Mistress Smith was willing to reach in and find the soap for him! She means no harm, really. These men in their 20's seem like boys to her.

She 'cooks too much,' half the time so she can bring food up to Kyd. he forgets to eat, some days, or buys food meaning to eat it and feeds it to the puppy instead.
Nov. 27th, 2012 09:33 pm (UTC)
I think Mistress Smith was willing to reach in and find the soap for him!
I'll bet she would! Mistress Smith is clearly not shy. Seems that she likes having menfolk to look after and if they happen to be nice young gentlemen then I'm sure she's not going to complain ;)
Sep. 28th, 2016 09:46 am (UTC)
Oh, I like her! Her cuddle reflexes have also been activated.

You are very good with giving warm baths to weary prisoners. I like the bit where he woke up with water in his nose. Poor baby. At least he woke up.
Oct. 12th, 2016 01:03 am (UTC)
It is, of course, entirely possible to fall asleep in the tub. husband and I have both done it. And you do wake up with water up the nose!
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