[006 Wool Trade]

[marriedforlove]

[Katherine is going about the simple, mundane task of sorting wool into separate colors, a job one of her ladies would have likely done for her back home. She recites an old poem as she works:]A palm tree stands in the midst of Rusafa

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[Video]

[second_chosen]

[He has a feeling this is going to end badly.]

And just what do you plan to do with it all once you've made these trades?

[Video]

[marriedforlove]

We must have clothing, and coverings for our bed, come winter, Husband.

[Take comfort in the fact the wool is being separated. She'll use decent colors. And no rainbows.]

[Video]

[second_chosen]

And you are going make all of this?

[Video]

[marriedforlove]

Someone must. [She makes a gesture. Do you see any maids or ladies-in-waiting, Henry? For that matter, why are you still talking over the video?]

[Video]

[second_chosen]

Surely there is someone else better suited to the task.

[Because he's not home.]

[Video]

[marriedforlove]

Perhaps. But how am I to command them, when they are not of our household nor in our pay?

[Video]

[second_chosen]

Make another one of these trades you seem so intent upon.

[Video]

[marriedforlove]

That is the purpose of this announcement.

Master Tybalt, for example, I am told can shear sheep with ease and speed unmatched. The very finest.

[Video]

[second_chosen]

If you are so content to accept wool that has been sheered by a cretin, than perhaps your priorities have faded, Katherine.

[Video]

[marriedforlove]

[Oh, Henry.]

What am I to do? No one better has offered, and it must be done. It would be difficult to match him in any case.