Chapter 77 - A Mountain of Hats (1/2)

Al could not, for the life of him, follow my crochet instructions by hand. I wished I had a loom to teach him on; it would make my job a hundred times easier. Because there was no way I could accomplish all of this by myself.

Then it hit me. I may not have access to the plastic looms they sell in the craft aisle of chain stores but hadn't the original looms been made out of wood?

There was a small fleet of carpenters who worked in the castle. I found one of them and showed them a drawing of what I needed. It only took him two days to do it. He did such a good job that I had him make one for me as well.

Just because I knew how to crochet with my fingers doesn't mean it was the most effective way to do things. With a loom, I could make an a.d.u.l.t sized hat in an hour.

Al was a bit slower than me but we still spent most of our free time holed up in our quarters making hats so progress was steady. We soon had a small mountain of them in the corner of our bedroom. When our hands got too sore, we would revert to our usual activities like reading, cards, or horseback riding.

I tried visiting Mariela as much as I could to help her break up the monotony of being stuck in bed. I would crochet as I talked to her. Sometimes Al came with me but whenever he did he spent the entire time glaring at his brother.

It annoyed me—how childish could he get?—but I didn't confront him about it. Whatever made him feel better. As a person with a happy family growing up, I had no room to judge him.

”Do you think we have enough yet?” Al asked one day over a month into our hat-making venture.

He didn't know how to make scarves so once he got faster at making hats I started focusing on those exclusively. Right now we had approximately 77 hats and 23 scarves. Surprisingly, scarves only took about an hour longer than hats to do.

”We should have one hundred hats and fifty scarves,” I said after eyeballing the piles.

It would be easier to rent out a booth and try to sell everything in the span of a few days than it would be to keep a steady business running. We couldn't get away with sneaking out all the time, especially once the nobles began arriving for the spring court session.

We were running out of time.

”Remind me how much you intend on selling these for.”

”Two coppers for the hats, three for the scarves,” I said with a shrug.

I had checked the average market prices from multiple clothing vendors. Hats normally cost about four copper pieces while scarves, which required more yarn, were about six. If I sold them for half the usual price they would likely sell like wildfire.

In this world, twenty copper pieces equals one silver piece and ten silver pieces equals a gold piece. I did the math on a bit of spare parchment; if we managed to sell everything we would earn one gold piece, seven silver pieces, and ten copper pieces all together.