Nothing but the silvery glow of the crescent moon illuminated Matilda's sleeping quarters. The autumn night was calm but cold, and thick layers of furs and blankets kept the young woman warm and comfy. The oaken bed was large and sturdy, and made Matilda's feminine but short body appear smaller still. Only her head poked out of the covers, the skin pale in the moonlight and her locks dark.
Electricity crackled. At first, just tiny sparks, invisible to all but the keenest observers, then the strange apparition grew larger, and soon it began to hint at a recognisable shape. After no more than a few seconds, the sparks, the light, the crackling were gone, and all that remained was the traveller.
Jenny glared at her wristwatch.
'Sierra?' she whispered.
'Yes?' replied the accessory.
Its voice was transmitted directly into Jenny's brain and could be heard by no one else.
'What's our status?' asked Jenny.
'The journey was successful. We are in Normandy, France. The year is 1066,' Sierra said, her voice pleasant though monotone.
'Alright, good. So what are we doing in this woman's bedroom?' Jenny continued her inquiries.
'Scans show traces of temporally flexible particles in the immediate vicinity,' Sierra explained.
'What does that mean?'
'Time travel has occurred here in the recent past, making it easier for us to cross dimensional barriers. This circumstance has allowed me to improve energy efficiency by 78%.'
'Yeah? I'd still have preferred not to materialise right in someone's bedroom. What if she'd had company? I have no aspirations of becoming the first interdimensional cock-blocker.'
'Understood. I shall keep this preference in mind.'
'How recent are we talking about anyway? Do I have competition to worry about?'
'Data not found. However, the agency encourages cooperation amongst its employees.'
Jenny rolled her eyes, then took a careful step towards the sleeping figure.
'Who's she?' the traveller asked, examining the woman's delicate features.
'Data not found.'
Jenny surveyed the bedroom carefully. It had to be one of the largest rooms in the castle, and the carpet she stood on looked to be expensive and well-made. Satin dresses were draped over a rocking chair, and a wooden jewellery box had been placed on a small commode.
'She might be a noble. Maybe even William's wife.'
'Probability high. Records indicate that Matilda of Flanders is of short stature.'
'Are we in his castle then?' asked Jenny.
'Affirmative, at the moment no other man-made structures of comparable height exist in Normandy.'
'Right. Maybe I should just cloak, and wait for him to show up here,' Jenny stroked her chin.
'I would advise against this course of action,' Sierra said without missing a beat. 'Despite my current energy reserves being unusually high, your plan would constitute a grossly irresponsible waste of resources.'
'Fine, I'll go and look around.'
Jenny turned and crouched down, ready to make a sneaky exit, when she trod on something soft and furry. This misstep very nearly coincided with Sierra's helpful reminder to 'mind the mammal'.
'Meow!' shrieked the cat, predictably enough, as it bolted out of the room as though fleeing from the hounds of hell.
Silence followed. Jenny was frozen in place with shock and suprise.
'Cloaking is strongly advised! Cloaking is strongly advised! Cloaking is strongly advised!' went Sierra in Jenny's head.
The time traveller ignored the wristwatch, and instead Jenny's eyes were fixed on the woman in the bed, who had lifted her head in response to the feline wailing, but whose eyes remained shut. Jenny was convinced that even the tiniest of movements would end this strange hybrid state, in between sleep and wakefulness.
Matilda of Flanders, Duchess of Normandy opened her eyes.
Jenny raised her arms hoping to appease the woman.
'Your Grace, please forgive the intrusion, I must have gotten the wrong-' she started meekly.
Matilda, her eyes wide with shock, raised an arm, and dramatically pointed a finger at the traveller.
'No. How is this p-possible. I had given up hope, I-I had begun to think that it... that it had not even been real. It is you! Oh Jennifer, oh Jennifer, my love, it is really you!'
All the panic and urgency Jenny had felt a moment ago evaporated, and were replaced by utter perplexity.
'Say what?'
The duchess threw back her sheets, leapt out of her bed and with a cry of joy slung her arms around Jenny.
'Sorry,' Jenny said, and she grabbed the woman firmly by the shoulders, forcing her to abandon the loving embrace. 'What is going on?'
'My love,' Matilda placed a soft hand on Jenny's face, and gazed deeply into her eyes. 'Can it be that you do not recognise me?'
'Yeah... sorry,' Jenny felt an overwhelming sympathy for the woman, who suddenly looked crestfallen.
'You have not aged a day, but you said... you said you would be different. You truly are a mystery.'
'Aren't I just. Would you hold on for a second,' Jenny turned to her watch. 'Sierra, what the heck?'
'Yes,' said Matilda. 'Please, consult your wise companion, my love.'
'We appear to have invaded this woman's time stream out of order. In such a situation the agency recommends its operatives be mindful of their actions, so as to keep time from folding in on itself and wiping out causality.'
'So those particles were from our first journey here?'
'Probability high. I am not aware of any other missions having been sanctioned in this area.'
'Wait. Mindful of what sort of actions?'
'Avoid paradoxes at all costs, and remember that anything you learn about your past visit will become an irreversible part of history. I would strongly advise you to pay attention.'
Jenny's eyes had slowly wandered from Matilda's face down to her rather impressive chest area. Though her gown was thick cotton, Jenny could clearly make out an enticing pair of dimples beneath the coarse fabric. It was a cold room after all. Matilda smiled when she took notice of the attention.
'Your memories, do they return?' she asked hopefully.
'Not exactly, but I'm starting to piece things together. You know, you could probably help me remember,' said Jenny, and she could feel her mouth twisting into a crooked smile.
'Oh my love!' Matilda's pale cheeks were flush with earnest joy and excitement.
'Matilda of Flanders is a married woman,' Sierra effortlessly conveyed disapproval, even without the ability to raise her voice.
'Buzzkill,' Jenny said, and placed a finger on Matilda's puckered lips. 'Say, sweetheart, where's your husband right now?'
Matilda's eyes narrowed.
'I thought you knew everything about my husband,' she said. 'He and his fleet departed a week ago.'
'Departed? For England you mean?'
'Why yes. Is that not the reason for his great fame in your world?'
'The agency does not condone revealing their future to those who have not yet lived it,' Sierra said.
'Never mind that,' replied Jenny. 'We're too late. William's gone. How did that even happen?'
'Hypothesis: interference from your previous journey here, which will take place in your personal future.'
'Why would I come here again?'
'To find William.'
'But I only missed him because I've been here before!'
'Data not found.'
Jenny grunted in frustration.
'My love,' Matilda interjected. 'Are you troubled?'
'A bit confused, what with the Duchess of Normandy repeatedly declaring her love for me.'
Matilda leant forward and pressed her soft, full lips against Jenny's, and the time traveller's mind was blank. Willingly she lost herself in the warm, wet sensation, in the playful dance of their tongues.
'Records show that this woman could be considered your type.