Red called into the woods one more time before continuing her journey home. She arrived without eating her breakfast and entered the village just as the morning’s activities were swinging into high gear. Plumb women were washing clothes. Boys were not paying attention to their school master as he led them through the square. And farmers were arriving into town to pick up supplies and sell some of their left over winter reserves.
Red tried to imagine what her mother would do to earn money within this group. The only thing she had to sell was her beauty. But, with her bristly attitude, she would make a horrible bar wench.
What Red was more curious about was whether her mother would make Red work instead. Her mother had always said that noblemen didn’t want beggars for wives. And that was h
