Nicola frowned at Cecily.
Evangeline sat by Nicola and picked up the extra brushes, watching how Nicola was doing it. She took a handful of wool out of the large sack between them and placed it in the hard bristles of one of the brushes. With the other brush she pulled at the coarse wad of wool. Copying Nicola, she pulled and worked it between the two brushes. She was not exactly sure what the purpose of this task was, but when Nicola picked the fluffier, finer wool out of her brushes, she put it in another sack that stood between her and Cecily, who was apparently taking it and spinning it into thread. Evangeline had never seen the process before.
She continued the task, but the wooden brush handles soon rubbed against her still-raw blisters. She did her best to pull with her fingers instead of her hands, but it was impossible to keep all contact off her many blisters. She gritted her teeth and tried to ignore the pain.
Sabina walked toward them with a smirk on her face that was becoming familiar. Evangeline ignored her, tearing at the wool with her two brushes, working into a rhythm.
“If it isn’t our mute friend, Eva.”
Cecily cackled before saying, “That was what I said!”
Evangeline focused her eyes on her task, never looking up as her face heated.
“You know, Cecily, I am very good at spinning.”
“Not as good as I am,” Cecily retorted. “And my mother says I am the best at weaving.”
“Well, I wove my first tapestry when I was five.”
“Ha! I don’t believe you!”
“You shan’t disbelieve this. When Westley awakened after nearly drowning, he looked deep into my eyes. ‘I shall always remember what you did for me, saving my life,’ he told me. ‘You were so courageous.’ Those were his very words.” Sabina smirked, looking as if she truly felt proud of herself for saving Westley’s life single-handedly. “If I had not been there, he would have died.”
Evangeline’s breath came faster. Even if she told Westley now that she was the one to save him, not Sabina, he probably would not believe her, since it would be her word against Sabina’s. But what did it matter, as long as Westley was safe.
She heard the rumbling of cart wheels and some far-off men’s voices. As the sounds came closer, Evangeline looked up from her monotonous carding.
Reeve Folsham was walking alongside a cart loaded high with large barrels. She’d seen such barrels filled with ale in the buttery below the ground floor of the castle. Two oxen were pulling the loaded cart, and Reeve Folsham was talking with another man.
Ignoring the chatter between Sabina and Cecily, Evangeline watched as the cart and men drew closer, leaving the dirt ruts to veer off the road toward the back of the castle. She kept her eyes down, only glancing up briefly so the reeve would not see her looking at him.
The ox closest to the reeve seemed to step in a hole and stumble. The cart leaned precariously to one side. The rope holding the second tier of barrels snapped. The top barrels slowly tipped, falling toward Reeve Folsham’s head.
Evangeline gasped and leapt from her stool, throwing down her brushes.
She ran at the reeve, who was still talking. He turned his head and met her eye just as she collided with his shoulder, throwing him off balance. He stumbled backward.
One of the barrels hit her in the back of the leg, knocking her down.
The reeve grabbed her under the arms and snatched her out of the way as a second barrel rolled off the first one and hit the ground where she had just fallen.
Four barrels lay on the ground, one of them smashed and leaking ale. The other man had run around the other side of the cart and halted the oxen.
A man ran toward the reeve. “Are you hurt?”
“No, I’m not hurt! Get these barrels back on the cart! Move those oxen! Don’t just stand there gaping.”
Reeve Folsham rubbed a hand down his face, staring first at the cart and barrels, then at Evangeline.
“Well then, girlie. You have redeemed yourself now, I trow.”
She couldn’t help smiling, even though her leg ached where the barrel grazed her.
“Not hurt, are you?”
Evangeline shook her head.
The other man called out, and the reeve went to help him load the barrels back on the cart.
She walked with a slight limp back to her stool to resume her work.
“Well done, Eva,” Nicola said. “You saved Reeve Folsham from a grievous injury.”
“Yes, after injuring him with the scythe, it was the least she could do.” Sabina laughed. “Oh, I’m only jesting, Nicola. You don’t have to glare at me like that.”
Evangeline was back to carding. She peeked at Nicola out of the corner of her eye and smiled. Nicola smiled back.