Hm... I was thinking actually of changing that a little bit so that he helps her figure out what date it was. Thanks for reminding me.

Yeah, that is up to where I've finished... consecutively. There are little empty spots and scenes I need to fill in. I have way more, but I just saved all the hard parts for last. -.-

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We had ridden into a sparsely wooded glen, with tents pitched here and there. I stopped Shadow near where Adeliah had stopped, a spot with a hitching pole set in the ground. Before I had even dismounted, though, I saw people coming out of the tents towards us. Adeliah tied my horse for me while I got down. I could hear him grumbling under his breath, “Of course, they don’t even know yet.”
As the members of the band drew near, he had to start warding off questions. “Someone tell the nurse we’re coming- She’s injured- Stand aside, everyone move. It’s not a good time. I promise we’ll tell you what happened later.”
We made our way to a white tent, larger than all the rest. The tent flaps were held aside, and I ducked in to avoid brushing the top of my head on the canvas.
There was a row of four or five cots down the length of the tent, and at the other end there was a chest of supplies. A plump, older woman in a white apron, who I knew I ought to recognize, came hurrying down toward us. “Oh! Annika!” she exclaimed. “Thank the Maker you’re all right! What happened?”
“That’s the trouble,” said Adeliah gravely. “She seems to have a severe case of... memory loss.”
The nurse frowned. “Annika. What’s my name?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed. “I only remember a few things. Like June twelfth.” I felt guilty that everyone seemed so upset.
Brow furrowed, the nurse began unpacking a roll of bandages. “Still, there’s hope if she can remember anything at all. What is so particular about June twelfth?”
“We were being chased by the royal guards. We had their money for some reason. We had to leave a false trail of coins to get away. We had stolen their money, I think. Not sure why…”
Adeliah and the nurse exchanged glances. “It’s not their money; it’s the Queen’s money,” said Adeliah. “Are you sure you don’t know why we were doing it?”
“Well, I think it was to help some town or something like that.”
“But why her money and not someone else’s?”
“Hmmmmmm.” I sank down on one of the cots. “I don’t know.”
The nurse sighed. “Hold still now and don’t talk while I bandage your head. I certainly hope you remember soon or things will become very complicated around here. Do you think,” she addressed Adeliah, “that if the wound heals well it will help her to remember?”
I winced as she cleaned my scalp with a wet cloth.
Adeliah shook his head. “I… I don’t know. When you’re done, can we go outside and talk?”
The nurse nodded. “Of course. This won’t take very long.”
Finally, she tied a long strip of linen around my head. “There you are, dear. Now rest and sleep. Maybe something will come to you in a dream.” They walked out, closing the tent flap behind them.
I lay down slowly. I knew I should be very grateful to Adeliah. Who could tell what would have happened if I had stayed in that castle any longer? Who was he anyway? And what did that nurse mean when she said things might get confusing around here? How had I met these people? I didn’t even know who any of them were. I didn’t even know properly who I was. Where was I from? Who were my parents? I was confused. It was time for some answers. But first, sleep. I listened to the quiet, the rustle of leaves and the hum of bees from outside. Closing my eyes, I drifted off into a memory.

@Emily L.- That's fine. It was just an idea! :) 

Oops! That's a flashback. O.O

That particular reader-thingy does not allow copy-and-pasting.
If you were trying to make it easier to read, you can enlarge the box with a little button at the top.

@Elizabeth: I had issues with the braids too. It's still not perfect. Look at the middle, where it gets all skinny.

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The door opened into a decent-sized scullery, where a bouncy, blond girl in green was vigorously scrubbing plates. I closed the door behind me. “Hello?” I asked.
Nerissa turned about and grinned at me. She had small features, but long eyelashes and freckles. “Oh, hello! You’re new, right?” She bit her knuckle in excitement. “I’m sooo glad you came! I’ve been waiting for someone new for a long time.”
I smiled embarrassedly at this emotional outburst.
She grabbed my hand and shook it. “What room are you staying in? You can share with me if you like…”
I nodded. “Gertrude already said I would.”
She clapped her hands together. “Wonderful! So what’s your name?”
She was a bit fluffy, I decided, but at least she was friendly. And the cook was nice. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad here.

I soon learned a few things about the place. As Gertrude had let on, the kitchen was short on hands. Besides us, there was one other scullery maid and an assistant cook, both of whom were in their late teens. The maids slept on the second floor, and though the accommodations were plain, we made the best of it. I was issued a fresh white frock the second day.
Rooming with Nerissa was all right. We each had our own bed and lumpy mattress in the small square room, but I was hard-put trying to get a hold of a second chamber-pot. Still, I was accustomed to frugal living, and wasn’t too bothered. Work was pleasant.
I soon discovered Nerissa was an ardent gossip. She always knew which of the ladies-in-waiting fancied which of the stable boys, and vice versa, as well as a great deal of private court business that had been passed down to her from the older maids. I still remembered what Gertrude had said about rumors concerning the Queen, and decided that Nerissa was the one to ask. She would know what they were if anyone in the kingdom did.

I got around to it one evening as we were settling down for bed. “Nerissa, do you know any, say, rumors? About the Queen, in particular?”
Nerissa flopped down noisily on her bed, which creaked under her weight. “Rumors? The Queen generates more rumors than everyone else in the city put together. Do you know, some people say she eats gold.” Nerissa giggled. “No one really believes that, though. It’s only a joke.  But they do say, and I think this one’s true, that she never leaves her chambers. Ever.”
I found that hard to believe. “Really now.”
“Well, I’ve never seen her- nor anyone else I know- for months. Since the King died. Even the Royal Guard goes to her when they want to talk to her.” Nerissa looked smug, as though she had made this discovery herself.
“Is that all they say?”
“No. They say she carries out all executions herself, personally. Later, the head gets put on a spike on the bridge, you know? Well no one knows where the bodies go.”
“Well someone’s gotta know. If she never leaves her room? I mean the people who take it away should know,” I said, puzzled.
Nerissa leaned forward, lowering her voice. “Well they say- now this could be wrong- but they say that there are no people who take it away.”
The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. “What do you mean?”
“They say she’s a monster.”
“Who, the Queen? How is that possible? Everyone knows she’s the daughter of the late King Reginald.”
“Well, don’t ask me, I’m not the one who started the rumor. But one of the laundry maids told me an interesting story. She heard it from her father, who works in the stables. He heard it from the groundskeeper, who heard it from the head gardener, who heard it from one of the undergardeners. You see, this particular gardener, the way I heard it, he found a body when he was digging up a rosebush. It was recently buried. The head was gone and half the body had been…” She paused for effect. “Devoured.”
I shivered. “Well, Gertrude was right about the rumors. They’re pretty bad.”

Do you mean it won't let you paste on the writing program you're using or it won't let you paste onto the CB? Which writing program are you using? 

Oh my gosh! That's awful! You got your story off and stuff, though, right?