Chapter 19
Cassian sat in front of a weaver’s loom. His fingers deftly moved between the strands, almost too fast for anyone to follow. Behind him, a cluster of women watched on, occasionally muttering about his skill and speed.
“You are amazing, Clara,” Madam Aziza praised. “Truly gifted.”
Cassian stopped working and turned to face the head weaver. He bowed his head and put on a simpering smile. “Thank you, Madam. I work very hard to gain this ability. I’ve been weaving since before I could walk.”
“I’m glad that Madam Rabiah sent you to me. You’ll be a great help.”
“Thank you,” Cassian repeated with another bow. “May I continue?”
Aziza smiled fondly. “Of course, child.” She turned to the gathered women. “Move along, ladies. Back to work.”
With his audience gone, Cassian returned to
