Free Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier

whole shipment in one day. Tomorrow I’m going to do absolutely nothing.”
    “Not if I have anything to say about it,” I snapped, picking up her cue. It was essential to cover our tracks by acting as we usually would; we always made sure that Petru and Florica got no inkling that the days leading up to Full Moon weredifferent from any others. This time, with the need for a full day’s intensive sewing, we required additional cover. In Florica’s mind, there would be no reason for us to spend so long on such a frivolous creation. When would Tati need a dancing dress? With Father away, the most exciting outing we could expect was a trip to Uncle Nicolae’s to take coffee with Aunt Bogdana.
    “We have mending for you to do,” Tati said calmly. “I’m planning to go right through Paula’s and Stela’s things, letting down hems, repairing broken fastenings, adding a few trimmings.…” As Iulia began a protest, she added, “It’s only fair. Paula and Stela always get clothes last, so they should at least be able to wear them without needing to worry about holes. There are probably one or two more garments of yours that Paula could be wearing, Iulia—you’re really shooting up this year.”
    “I’ll help,” Stela piped up, understanding what this was about.
    “So will I,” said Paula. “I wouldn’t mind that skirt of Iulia’s with the braid around the hem. I’ve noticed she can’t do up the waistband anymore.”
    “Are you calling me fat?” Iulia’s eyes flashed outrage and Paula flinched.
    “A man likes a woman with a bit of flesh on her,” Florica said, a little smugly. Her own form was ample. “He doesn’t want an armful of skin and bones. You’re growing into beauties, all of you, in your different ways.”
    Iulia had pushed her bowl away with the soup half eaten.
    “You’re not fat,” I told her. “You have the same kind of figureas Mother had—and Father thought she was the loveliest woman in all Transylvania. He told me so.”
    “Early to bed tonight,” Tati said briskly. “You all need a good night’s sleep so you can work hard for me tomorrow. Florica, I think we’ll do the mending in our room. We can sit around the little stove and keep our fingers warm, and we won’t get in your way.”
    “If you’re sure,” Florica said. All of us knew she would be happy to have her kitchen to herself for once. Since Father’s departure, we had taken all our meals there. The formal dining room with its silk carpet and gleaming oak table seemed cold and unwelcoming without him.
    Petru was not at supper. When questioned, Florica said tersely that he had gone to bed early. “He’s tired, Mistress Jena. We’re none of us getting younger. He says the fences around the eastern side of the woods won’t last the winter—they’ll need mending, or wolves will be at the sheep. It’s a big job.”
    I said nothing. This was the kind of work for which Dorin would have hired extra help, the help I did not seem to be able to secure. Petru had been looking gray and exhausted even at breakfast time. He was so much a part of the fabric of Piscul Dracului, I had forgotten he was an old man. Guilt gnawed at me.
    Tati made the younger ones go to bed straight after supper. Without a good sleep tonight, we’d be blundering through Full Moon, dancing with our eyelids half shut. She and I stayed up a little later, working on the shaping of the new gown.
    “Jena?”
    “Mmm?”
    “I wonder if that young man will be there again tomorrow night.”
    “You mean the one in the black coat?” I had almost forgotten him; I’d been too busy even to think about the Other Kingdom. “Who knows? I don’t know why you’re interested. All he did was stand around looking mournful and showing how long he could stare at you without blinking.”
    “Maybe he’s shy.”
    “Shy people don’t go out of their way to look different. Besides, he was with the Night People. I wish they’d go back where they came from. I