Sigrid sat there, shivering, staring down the girl for a few uncomfortable seconds. Was this an Angle slave of some sort? The slaves in Angle-land, she knew, were common, so much so that most houses of free worker were almost expected to have one. Manors, especially, took pride in how many thralls made up their staff, and she couldn't imagine that this one was any different. The girl looked nervous. Perhaps it was up to her to break the ice.

"Hello," Sigrid said, softly. "Come on in. It's not much, but I think the bed can sit two." She patted the space beside her bed, then sneezed violently. "Sorry. I don't think we've met. I'm . . . Sibley. Sibley of . . . " Oh dear, she had forgotten where it was she said she came from. Was it some hill or another? Hopefully, nobody's memory was all that well. She could pick another place. " . . . of Cant. Who are you?"