Fenwick is keeping a secret
A cheesemonger at the winter market
Everyone in the trade knows Fenwick has been making something for the winter market. Nobody knows how big. The dairy has been locked for a year and the dairymaid walks around like she is carrying a secret and a sore back.
A boy who delivers milk there swears he saw it. He says it is bigger than a cart wheel and that they are going to need a cart just for it.
My worry is the hill. Fenwick sits on top of one. The river sits at the bottom. If I were the guild I would keep the weekend free and the shoes laced.
In confidence,
A cheesemonger who will say no more
