Nothing fancy, not like with the noble ladies! It’s only…” Gwen trails off. “Oh, hush,” Gwen thwacks him gently in the shoulder, “just some of the maids is all. He can feel his cheeks pinch with his smile. “That’s mysterious,” Merlin grins, leaning in as well. “I suppose… you could join us,” she whispers. She leans in, and he senses a secret from a mile away. Merlin looks, but it’s still just a hallway. “You’ve been here a while now,” Gwen muses to herself, eyes going back and forth as she looks around the hallway. He can feel a hole in his own sock that needs darning, which he adamantly refuses to think too hard about. He scuffs his foot against the pristine stone floor, toes curling in his boots as he tries to come up with one. Merlin is sure there is a joke in there somewhere - needles and pricks. “Anyway,” Merlin is quick to continue, “Rolan won’t have me underfoot, so I’m not sure how I’m supposed to be learning anything.” If she wasn’t trying not to laugh before, Merlin thinks, she’s certainly trying not to laugh now.
“No one can see the royal business,” Merlin claims, “and he’s plenty warm, isn’t he?” Arthur ran hot like an over-full furnace, which was the only benefit of being stuck at his side all winter. “Well,” she says diplomatically, “you could maybe practise a little bit.” She bites her lower lip, and Merlin cannot tell if she is nervous of insulting him or trying not to laugh.
Arthur disagreed.Īrthur was rather disagreeable in general, Merlin found, so sometimes it was best to ignore him.Įven so, after yet another earful about the matter Merlin fumed his way to the royal tailor, was laughed out of the room, and then fumed his way to Gwen, who always had a sympathetic smile for him. Who had the time or inclination to sit around stitching all day? Arthur’s clothes didn’t have (many) holes in them, and that was enough. Which, if anyone were to ask him about it, was absurd. What Merlin could not do was sew up to the royal standards. It was a matter of practicality - missishness and trappings of what was manly or not didn’t much factor into the matter come winter. No one in Ealdor had two coins to rub together, hence everyone in Ealdor could sew. Having a household’s sewing hired out was a luxury reserved for people with the income to spare it. His mother taught him early, when he still just sat at her knee and watched her work with big, curious eyes, just as her mother taught her.
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Merlin has known how to sew for longer than he can remember.
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