Bab 40: A witch's tailor, or a tailor witch?

Lady Morgan was over near the tables, choosing a design for her clothes while Sir Percy was grumbling to himself on a couch nearby, his arms crossed. Lady Morgan had a smile playing on her lips, but Percy couldn't see since she had her back to him. 

"Artie, come over here." She called, and Artie did as she was told. The tailor, who had witnessed everything up until this moment, had been shaking the whole time. As soon as Lady Morgan had entered the room, she had tucked herself into a corner, trying to be out of mind, out of sight. Artie had kept an eye on her the whole time, hoping that maybe while they chatted she might relax, but that didn't happen. 

In fact, it seemed that the longer Ragnelle wasn't confronted by Artie and Lady Morgan, the more nervous she got.