The Master Embroiderer's Shears, and the Cutler's Ness

By this time, i was rich and my wallet purse hung low and heavy at my girdle. So away i went to where some tailors lived, and accosted the best of them. Here, the cross legged sewersh sat on the sill among shreds of hundred coloured stuffs. The workers stared upon me open mouthed. While prentice lads stood all with yard wands in their hand,. most strangely, spellbound by my presence. And mighty brazing seemed going on as though every in the town were about to steel and leather.