"Oh...."<br/>The Seamstress looked a little confused and slightly embarrassed.<br/>"They's gone M'Lady....Prin....King said them's not cloves fit for no lady in 'is court."<br/>She nodded sagely.<br/>"I wuzz talkin' to 'im mesell in this very room."<br/><br/>Looking towards Ursa for confirmation, she carried on after the younger had nodded her agreement.<br/>"Yeh.....tha's right innit Ursa....she were 'ere as well... 'e said Greta, you make the Lady 'er dress for the morra an' then get ter makin' er more evry day stuff an' I was a sayin' to 'im....."<br/><br/>At Ursa's delicate cough, Greta stopped short, she gave Sonja a small smile.<br/>"Errrr...fing is...they ain't around any more, they's gone on the fire M'lady."