“It was sloppy to let him give his orders,” said the woman at the reigns.
Nerys smiled at Alaw’s impertinence, “There is a lesson to be learned from the late King here” she laid her hand on the leg of the crumpled sovereign, “Moving the fabric is easier with a loose weave; I think, perhaps, we have lost sight of the broader goals. In constricting and tightening the brocade of time, we cause plenty of our own wrinkles and snags.”
“Silk is more easily snagged than sack cloth,” added Gwennol, “It is a lesson we have forgotten in our fervor to keep up with the world. Your rigor betrays you Alaw.”
“We can’t ignore our problems away Nerys!” Alaw declaimed to the horses, cueing a burst of speed from the geldings. The other women were uncharacteristically quiet, clearly waiting for her to put her foot in her mouth, “Would you have us steward the world from under a rock? We are the Weavers! Our numbers are