Dear Diary,
I am pleased to report that the business with the scribe is concluded now- and in my favor! Faboo told me it would be all right and it was! He is a good sort, for a man, and a kajirus. But I swear, and this is a secret, sometimes I consider him a better friend then the girls. He doesn't gossip for one, except about slaves, and who cares about that, and he acts sort of not like a man, enough that I can ignore that he physically is one.
Anyway, the scribe did haul me before a magistrate and made her case. Maxwell refused to hire a lawyer for such a "triffle" as the case, but he stood for me himself. Once the woman was done ranting she called several witnesses, all of which attested to the unraveling of the thread and her tripping over her own robes and landing so...aaa well, it seems she had shown off some of the frilly undergarments she wore to everyone who was there, sometime while breaking her pinky finger.
After she was finished, she demanded I give to her the price of the work, and twenty gold! Twenty! I would not see that in a lifetime! I had started to cry again when Maxwell spoke, and Diary, he was magnificent! He illustrated so expertly that I can't be held accountable for the damages since I did not place the door nail where it was, or force the scribe to get caught by it, and that since the work had been paid for after it was done and inspected, if she had fault with it, she should have not paid at all, but since she did, she admited de facto that the work was superior enough to pay for. Something like that, he said many words I did not understand.
At any rate, the magistrate listened very gravely to the scribe's pricey lawyer and to my humble dyer brother, and he decided in our favor! He even instructed the woman to pay us for court costs, and to pay him for wasting his time with "drivel." It is odd how all men have considered this matter so unimportant, but how important we women thought it to be. The scribe swore she would ruin me for this and tell all her high caste friends not to patron the shop and I do not doubt she will try. But my regulars come, and my business has not suffered at all during this long, long worrisome month, and I have the feeling that more consider it more her fault then my own.
I think I will make a new tunic for Faboo to wear at the shop. I think I will make it scribe caste blue.
Happy Ending