I open my stall early today and get myself a prime spot near the gates of town. Then a beautiful young woman approaches me. A vision!
She puts a piece of gold in my hand and tells me to take my needle and thread and follow her. I assume she has some stitch work for me to do.
On the way, she binds my eyes with a handkerchief. When we come to a stop, she removes the bandage. Before me lies the body of a man, cut into four pieces. “Sew him back together again,” she says.
I set to work as if the body were just another pair of shoes.