Chapter 3: My First Dual

I dressed, went next door, and quietly knocked. I did not hear anything, so I went downstairs. My stepmother, Olwinna, was in the dining room enjoying a coffee. I gave her a quick kiss on her cheek.

I said, “Good Morning, Mother.”

She said, “Good Morning, William.”

I sat next to her, and a coffee rapidly appeared when the cook brought it in.

A newspaper had been delivered. I quickly scanned it, and it had nothing of importance in it to me. Cook brought me a bowl of hot wheat cereal. I added butter and salt to it after tasting it. The wheat was al dente, so it was chewy and not mushy. It was tasty. Cook had brought out maple syrup, brown sugar, and some jams.

Flavor enhancers pump up the taste, yet my mother had counseled against sugar addiction. Many boys and girls my age drank innumerable sodas daily. It’s common knowledge that this is why so many Americans are overweight. Exos prevent sugar problems.

“When in Rome,” so I added a dollop of maple syrup.

It was easy to see a comparison when I looked at the locals on this planet. I had several days here to digest what I had been seeing. Women dress in an old-fashioned way, yet they usually dress in a semi-sexy manner.

Men duel and fight often, so there are fewer of them through attrition. Every unmarried woman is looking for Mr. Right, so they dress to advertise their wares.

Married women, mothers, and widows wore skirts that went just below their knees. Girls and unmarried women had hemlines above the knees. In many cases, the hemlines are well above the knees.

The main article of clothing for women is called The Shift. It is usually white and thin for comfort. It resembles a short-sleeved cotton or linen slip. Often, it is baggy, which allows more air to flow in.

Over it goes the ‘stays,’ a vest-like or bodice-style garment with holes that are laced up the front. Depending on how big the shift neck hole is and how the stays are put on, a little breast may be shown. Sometimes a lot, and sometimes none at all.

Married women rarely show their breasts. High-class women often display open shoulders in polite company. They wear a shawl outside the home. This is so the riff-raff don’t gaze at their high-class flesh.

A skirt is usually tied over the shift at the waist using long cloth ribbons. These ribbons are part of the belt material sewn into the top of the skirt. The skirt ties in the back. Since the skirt is mostly one long piece, it comes in sizes. It can be a wrap and a quarter, up to two whole wraps around her waist.

A wrap and a quarter skirt can flare open, showing her hips or even bottom if she moves brazenly. This is because less material is used on purpose to make the skirt more flashy.

Most married women have a bum pillow that plumps up the backside of the skirt. This would be put on before the skirt. A wrap and a quarter skirt will not work with a bum pillow. The pillow would openly allow the display of the woman’s legs and bottom.

Bum pillows are reserved for wrap and three-quarters, and dual wrap skirts.

A wrap and a quarter are usually worn for the height of summer when it’s hotter. Paired with a shorter shift, a woman or girl can get some good air conditioning downstairs.

Women do not have pocketbooks or purses. They don’t use makeup or need to bother with a lot of the junk modern women in my world do.

An optional pocket is sometimes worn by women underneath their skirts. It’s a large add-on pocket with a belt that is tied so the pocket is on the left. A slit in the skirt on the left allows access to the pocket underneath. The pocket is put on before the skirt. So it is underneath the skirt in the right spot.

The pocket is more of a temporary storage place for useful items. If she is sewing, she may put her needle and thimble inside the pocket while getting her husband’s coffee.

A woman may also wear an apron, which will be tied in front over the skirt.

As women do not wear underpants, they need to be careful in their everyday lives. Women cannot wear underpants. It prevents them from efficiently accessing themselves when visiting the outhouse.

The outhouses are serviced by criminals. The criminals go from outhouse to outhouse, emptying the pots that collect pee and poo. There are usually pairs of pots in the outhouses. One for each excrement number. As an example, in a double outhouse, there are two pairs of pots, and each pair is accessed by its own door.

Below the skirt are stockings. Women’s stockings are held up with cloth ribbons that are tied below the knee. The type of stocking, the length, and the ribbons are all important. They are a necessity, but also partly a fashion statement.

Short silk stockings with colorful ribbons are worn to draw the eye to the woman’s legs. That’s usually used as an enticement.

Add an open shift at the neck and looser stays in her bodice, and you can tell this girl wants a man, and she wants him soon.

Women wear shoes or ankle boots. Slipper-style shoes are generally used indoors. Short boots and long boots are available for outside of town.

When at home, women usually wear more comfortable items. Women spend a lot of time washing and changing clothes.

Then there are the materials used. Men’s and women’s outer clothes are usually made of wool for winter. Every day wear the rest of the year is cotton or linen. Fine cotton or linen for the middle class and the upper class. Rough cotton is for the lower class.

Silk is sometimes used by the very rich. If you see silk in vivid colors, you know that person is loaded with money. That silk came around the world from China and was transshipped from England to here.

Men wear long nightshirts at night and shorter daytime shirts during the day. These are usually white and thin for comfort. Daytime shirts may have ruffles and buttons. A gentleman wears a vest and a coat over that. A youth may wear either or both.

Below the waist, there are two choices; Scotsmen prefer a kilt. Other men wear breeks, also known as breaches. They are a style of short pants that end just below the knee. Men wear long socks below the knee.

Breaches have a wide flap with three buttons on each side. They button up the flap. When the flap is lowered to piss, you can see two buttons that connect the waist pieces together at the front. A set of braces or suspenders is usually worn to hold the breaches up. Braces and suspenders are built differently but have the same function.

Style can be varied by color or thread quality using cotton, linen, silk, or wool.

Men typically wear laced low shoes or boots. There are many styles of boots for men, depending greatly on your occupation and wealth.

Mum told me the two servants are Scottish. Caitir Deòir is the maid, and she’s 17. Cairistìne MacNia is the cook, and she is 42 years old. She is a chubby little woman. Scottish servants are considered two steps above blacks. (referred to as negro’s, here) They are one step above the Irish. (here)

The scary part is that we have a Scottish cook. The Scots are not known for their fine cuisine. I would find out I was wrong about Cairistìne. She grew up and learned her trade here in Williamsburg and soon proved she was an excellent cook.

I told Mum I was going to take a walk and see what there was to see. I didn’t need to. I had a map of the whole town in my head, including my own walking street-level view of the whole area. A map does not show me the temper and flavor of the place. I knew walking around would stick the places in my mind better, so I needed to see it for myself.

There is a river to the southwest and train tracks to the northeast. The main town is in the middle, with four avenues. They run roughly as a tilted north-south path following the rivers. There are eighteen streets, mainly running east to west.

We are on a peninsula with the York River Northeast of us and the James Southwest of us.

The William and Mary school environs are East of the town proper. Open areas north, south, and east outside of the town areas are mostly farms and forest areas.

I knew all this while looking at my version of Google Maps last night as I fell asleep. Seeing is believing, so I wanted to put my eye on the town so I knew where to look for things.

I knew I could just ask my AI, Ox. Seeing things also triggered thoughts and memories later.

William and Mary College is between Williamsburg on the James River and the York River. It’s on the same peninsula as Hampton. I compared it to our William and Mary College, and it was completely different. That town was laid out in an east-west direction, with Williamsburg East of the college. This college is 3 miles north of Williamsburg. It has a small village, confusingly also called William and Mary.

I ambled about for a while, taking in the sights.

On a narrow walkway, there were people in front of me looking into a shop, and I heard someone coming behind me. I had to stop for them.

I heard, “Outta my way, asshole,” and I felt a fist hit my kidneys. It would have likely really hurt a normal guy. I turned and punched him as hard as I could right on his nose.

I then realized he had a couple of buddies right behind him. They looked like they wanted to take a swing, but their big buddy went down like a sack of potatoes. He was in their way. They looked between him and me a few times when someone ran up.

“Say, what’s going in here?”

I said, “This coward punched me in the kidneys for no reason. This gentleman here and his lady had stopped a moment when he attacked me. I do not know who he is, but he tried to hurt me badly.”

He said, “Coward, you say. Do you know who he is?”

I said, “I can’t know everyone, and I don’t care one bit who he happens to be. He’s a chicken-livered coward for attacking a much younger man from behind. Does that sound brave or cowardly to you?” I glowered at him.

Several onlookers agreed by shaking their heads affirmatively and agreeing ‘Yes’ with me.

He said, “I am a constable, I’m Griff Owen. This is Pól Mac Cana. He’s thought to be the best duelist in this area.”

I said, “That’s nice, let’s hope he’s actually not the best dualist.”

He said, “You’re big, but you seem young for this.”

I said, “Me? I had nothing to do with this, Constable Owen. He attacked me from behind; there are several witnesses.”

My AI chirped in, “They don’t do anything in matters of honor. The constable is of no use to you.”

The constable said, “Won’t matter. When he wakes up, he will challenge you. Nothing I can do about it; this is about honor.”