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Show kk mixing it with the starter left from the day before. By the time Matins rang I had the fire built in both ovens. As the last peal of the bell hung in the air, I raised my head and he was there. He looked no different. His face was as smooth and untroubled as though nothing the least bit unusual had happened the last time we were together. "Good morning, Geist," he said pleasantly. I felt my cheeks flame and my face grow stiff. "I've brought you something," he said, raising his hands toward me. "Your new clothes." He was holding a fine linen shirt and a pair of hosen of lightweight wool. "When the shoemaker opens his shop," he said, "you must come with me to be fitted. I told him the shoes had to be ready today, but he does not want to finish them until he has measured you." ""How did...when...?" I stammered, my voice tight in my throat. "Gemot the tailor began working on these two days ago. I told him I would pay him when I received my money. Mayor Gruelhot gave me fifty schillings, the first payment, last night, and I went straight to Gemot to get these. Here, take them." I didn't want to take them, but my hands reached out to stroke the soft linen, and before I knew it I was peeling off my old torn shirt and pulling the soft new one over my head. It fit me perfectly, its loose folds reaching almost to my knees. Gast didn't say anything, but stood watching me with a little smile which seemed to show that he approved of the way I looked. Hesitantly, I reached for the hosen and put them on. Gast nodded, a brief, satisfied nod. |