Clatan 27, 1015
“Glenna, I can’t be thankin’ ye enough fer doin’ this.” Kata hugged the younger woman. “Rhoslyn needs as much help as she get get ter learn –”
“Hey!” protested Rhoslyn.
“Shush, ye, I didn’t mean it like that.” Kata pulled away from Glenna, rolling her eyes. “What I meant was, Rhoslyn needs ter practice lookin’ things over on as many women as possible. But ye’d be amazed how few women –”
“Are comfortable with lettin’ a thirteen-year-old stick their fingers up their … ye know?” asked Glenna, laughing a little. But there was no hiding her nerves.
Imsdyn 11, 1015
Glenna had passed this house at least six times since the start of the new year. Sometimes she wondered if she was taunting herself with it. She could have sent Beatris, or even Niven, to the shops to pick up what they needed. Hell, it would have probably been better to send them and stay home with Seona herself than to come herself and leave Seona with her auntie and uncles. But she had to keep coming, to keep looking …
Because by the shop door, there was a sign. And Glenna wasn’t very good with her letters, but she could read a few words, and these were two words she knew how to read.
Jaban 4, 1014
Glenna couldn’t believe her baby was a year old already. It was a horrible cliche, but the time had sped by like it was tied to a runaway horse and Glenna could only cling to its mane. And now, here they were — a whole year later, and Seona wasn’t a baby any more, not really.
“Come on, Seona,” Seumas said to her, “say Uncle Seumas. I know ye can do it.”
Clatan 2, 1014
Seumas had made it out the door, to the market. He and Glenna had counted the pooled food coins three times. And they had been sure — sure enough even for Seumas — that they had enough not just for necessities, but for a treat. One for each of the kids. Glenna had made him promise to get them. She said it wasn’t enough that the kids had a roof over their heads and food in their bellies; they needed to have some fun, some surprises, too. And Seumas had reluctantly agreed.
And it was just his luck that, now that he was here, he couldn’t remember what the kids would like!
Darid 21, 1014
“And this is it!” Rosette said, flinging her arms open wide. “The shop is finally ready!”
And “finally” was truly the operative word here. She had spent the last few months trying to ready everything. The shelves, the wood floor, the plaster on the walls, even the stock samples gracing the shelves — as of now, that wasn’t the half of it. There had been connections made with Albion’s weavers and fullers and dyers, asking them to sell some of their product to her for a low price so she could turn around and sell it to others. There had been some tapestries woven, so she could sell them right away to people looking for something to hang up on a wall. And there had been the dozens and dozens of sketches and plans and patterns: all ideas for outfits, all fully realized, and all ready to (hopefully) sell along with the cloth.
All this — and she hadn’t even started the business yet. Not properly.
Radenth 11, 1013
It was St. Pascal’s Day. And part of Galahad knew he shouldn’t be spending it alone.
Tradition would dictate that he go up to Camelot, to the abbey, to celebrate the feast with the rest of the monks. He’d learned a lot about the traditions of the Pascalians at Camford, and what he had learned was that Pascalians almost never spent their founders’ day by themselves. On the off-chance that one of them was given a parish by himself, like Galahad had been — and that was rare — he usually journeyed to the nearest larger abbey of the Pascalians to share the feast with his brothers. That was what Galahad had done last year. But not this year. He couldn’t.
Not after what Brother Tuck did.
Jaban 5, 1013
The light was quite, quite bright outside before it filtered through to Glenna’s consciousness. Glenna’s nose wrinkled. Surely it couldn’t be time to get up yet …
Wait … if the light was this bright … then the sun must be quite high … which meant …
What was she doing still asleep? Glenna gasped even before her eyes opened. Her legs bunched underneath her, ready to spring her body out of bed and toward the wardrobe to dress–
Then–pain. Well, not pain. Soreness, more like, from the hardest work she had ever done in her life.
Glenna remembered why she was sleeping late today.