At all.
Wace smiled. “I’ll leave you to it.”
Terrified, she wanted to call him back.
But he shut the door with a solid thud that sounded more like a death knell.
The women paused to look at her in unison.
Ariel swallowed hard as she made her way to a seat.
Still, they continued to stare at her as if she had three heads. It was the most disconcerting thing she’d ever endured.
At least that was what she thought.
Why can’t I remember?
She bit back a curse.
“I’m Edyth.”
Ariel smiled at the young woman next to her. “Ariel.”
That made the woman beam a warm smile back. She handed her a small box.
Scowling, Ariel opened it to find a set of needles like the women were using. She picked one up, but was completely mystified as to how to use it.
She rolled it between her fingers. There was nothing familiar about this at all.
Nothing.
“Are you all right, Ariel?”
“How do you use this?”
Several of the girls laughed at her.
“Do you not know how to sew, silly? Or are you just pretending so that you can put your work off on us?”
Edyth tsked at her. “Don’t mock her, Margaret.”
Ariel bit her lip as she glanced to Edyth. “Sew what?”
“Whatever you want. Clothes. Tapestries. Repair things.”
That only made her frown more. “I don’t understand.”
With the patience of a saint, Edyth held up the cloth and needle in her hand and showed her how to use it. “You take the needle and thread it.”
Ariel gasped as she pricked her finger. “Is it supposed to be so sharp?”
Edyth scowled. “Have you never touched one before?”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“You can’t be serious!” Margaret gasped.
Another girl snorted. “What is wrong with you?”
