The record for On the Three-Legged Stool in the Flour Room was opened in inside Widow Orla’s flour-test store-room. Then, Jo Saye and Sub-Clerk Perewick directed everyone’s attention to the white streak of barley flour along the left side of Perewick’s nose after his first hasty tie-up. The clean second test after Jo reshaped the copper bridge. Jo makes the council aide climb onto the three-legged stool, turn his head left and right, and recite the safety numbers aloud inside the flour room, catching a leak at his narrow nose-bridge and fixing it before approving his mask. Beside them, Master Tailor Dima Fen and thirteen-year-old Tavi double-checked the practical tolerances that governed the morning’s task.
The technical core of on the three-legged stool in the flour room needed showing the clerk how tying both linen tapes carelessly around his neck allowed the upper edge to gap whenever he tilted his chin up, and fixing it by anchoring the top tape high over the crown of his skull. Throughout this phase of the cross-threshold collaboration between Jo Saye and Master Tailor Dima Fen, the crew held fast to building layered cloth, wet ash, and wool-grease baffles against invisible cellar damp. Every brass fitting, every stitched seam. Every thirty-minute lunch crossing had to answer to physical measurement rather than guild politics.
