Eleanor Springs Forward!

sundialWhat, pray tell, is Daylight Savings Time? Eleanor wonders. She gazes out the window of her solar at her forest, which stretches for leagues and leagues — ’til it meets the chase of Lord Hugh, her arrogant but devilishly-handsome neighbor, he who treats her with condescension, as if she were some ninny. Lord Hugh….Eleanor catches her lower lip in consternation. Stop! Back to the time issue, Eleanor lectures herself sternly. She has overheard the Steward speaking of this Daylight Savings Time, but, she has no idea what will transpire. The sundial in the yard will always be the same, the matins, lauds, and vespers will always be chanted at the same times in the chapel, though, she does admit, the sky does darken so early as summer approaches. Tree shadows lengthen in the forest and torches are lit earlier than ever.

So, why are people talking about “springing forward”? There is only one reason Lady Eleanor will spring forward, and he — that being Lord Hugh, whose blue-eyed gaze sets her cheeks aflame — thinks of her as a poor manager of her forest lands, easily fooled by anyone, and would laugh at the thought of Eleanor in any romantic sense. So, how can she use this time idea to her advantage and convince him otherwise? Eleanor smiles a bit to herself. What if she could actually save time, and keep those days in a bank, bringing them out when she needed time to think, or dream of Lord Hugh, or…? She rests her chin on her hands and looks out at the darkening forest, deep in thought. What will time bring her…?


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