This is a continuation of Æthred’s story, which began with Recruits. The events leading up to this snippet can be found in a previous post, Poisonous.
Æthred grimaced as she pulled the undershirt from the wash water and inspected it. The food stains down the front had not quite disappeared, which meant she was back to scrubbing. She sighed. It was just as well guests at the inn paid extra to have their clothes laundered, because it had to be one of her least preferred tasks.
At least she wasn’t dealing with chamber-pots this afternoon.
She dropped the shirt back in the water and got to work. Only a few garments were left, after all. As she found a rhythm again, scrubbing the stubborn undershirt, the washboard’s familiar rasp echoed in the empty yard. It was a good time of day to do this, as most of the lunch patrons had left and her mother hadn’t opened the doors for early dinner yet.
“Æthred!”
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