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That morning, she was still in bed when she called me. She always got up before us unless she had been helping a woman birth her child all night. She lifted her night shirt, a richly embroidered [...]

My mother speaks a lot of nonsense, and bets on chance instead of resorting to wisdom, but we must be kind to her. Do you remember my godmother? The weaver’s sister? My mother asked her to teach [...]

The shepherd that shears our ewes leaves half the fleece on their back. The spinster filches as much yarn as she can, the weaver underpays for what’s left. We are clueless. Peasants do not let [...]