hello, first of all, thank you for the Reviews. its a little annoying, that I have no option to anwer you on the App. so thank you very much first. As I started to write the Story in 2017, I never Imagined, that three years later the Story will be continued and develop this way as it does now.I am very proud about this story and I don't have the end in sight, so... there will be many chapters to come... so... have fun!
Jasmine found herself in Regina's room again, alone. While she heard Regina's mother appear to be on the phone, she hurried to her in the living room.
When she saw Jasmine, she hung up and looked behind her searchingly: "Where is Regina?"
Now Jasmine had the incredibly difficult task of informing Regina's mother about the whereabouts of her daughter. Regina's decision to stay in the Middle Ages came as a surprise to Jasmine in spite of everything. Sure, Regina was almost obsessed with the story of the bell ringer, but Jasmine had expected that she would come back despite everything. Perhaps Jasmine would have made better sure that Regina and Quasimodo had not traveled together, then they would not have come closer either.
"I'm very sorry, Inge," said Jasmine with bowed head, "your daughter didn't come back with me."
"What do you mean by that?" She asked, shocked.
"We were in Quasimodo's time. There Regina and Quasimodo got closer. When we had the opportunity to come back, she decided against it."
"Does that mean my daughter is now living in the Middle Ages?" Inge asked in shock and thought of all the horrors that this age had made known. Plague and other diseases, brutal battles, scheming cardinals ... she knew her daughter. She was a sensitive person and would certainly not survive long in the Middle Ages ...
"How did you get back?" Inge asked, shocked
"It doesn't do any good ..." said Jasmine, hanging her head, "we can't get her if she doesn't come back of her own free will."
Inge burst into tears because she knew that she would probably never see her daughter again. If she hadn't seen Quasimodo in person, she would never have believed Jasmine and probably even called a psychiatrist. But so ... Inge felt so helpless and couldn't do anything other than pray that she would eventually see her daughter alive again. Unsuspecting that this would really happen more or less in about 2 years ...
The decision to stay in the Middle Ages would take a lot of getting used to, that was clear to me. There were no toilets, hardly any running clean water and bathing was only done on special occasions. In addition, I had to somehow live in this time, because even in the Middle Ages you could only survive with money. As a saleswoman I couldn't really work here because there was no such thing as mixed goods. Sure, there were markets, but otherwise you would get the goods directly from the producer. Be it meat, milk or bread. I could only hope to be somehow useful in the cathedral and thus earn board and lodging, similar to what was done with Quasimodo. I offered myself as a kind of cleaning lady. I regularly mopped and swept the hallways and cleaned the statues. That was originally part of Quasimodo's job. He willingly gave them to me and also showed me what to look out for. Which statue do I had to touch it more gently, for example, because it might begin to crumble, which has already been the case with a few statues, more than 100 years after the cathedral was completed.
"I think Notre Dame could use a good stonemason," I said thoughtfully as I looked at a holy statue that was almost losing its head.
"You mean like my father?" Asked Quasimodo.
"Maybe. You could talk to the archdeacon about it.", I said, "After all, the poor shouldn't lose his head like St. Aphrodisius."
Quasimodo laughed softly and nodded. After the last ring of the bells we went to bed. We slept in separate beds, despite the fact that we had already slept together, this was probably seen very severely in Notre Dame. No shared bed without marriage, that was the rule that God probably intended. That being said, Quasimodo hadn't proposed to me yet. It took us a month to celibate, firstly to do with my new job and secondly because Quasimodo was somehow becoming more distant from me. I was already wondering whether he really shared my feelings or whether he had only slept with me out of pity because I loved him so much. I was already thinking about whether I shouldn't have returned to my time. I started to feel lonely and missed Jasmine. Although I knew she would go back, I had hoped that maybe she would stay a little longer. I started to shed tears in my loneliness and wondered how Jasmine was doing and how my mother had received my decision ...
