The woman, whose leg was trapped in the mud alongside the wheel, trailed off and glanced nervously into the carriage. Gyeongju deduced that a noble likely sat inside. “Give me five pence first.” “Five—five pence?” “I shall help only after I receive the money. If you object, you may wait here until someone else comes along.” “You wench! Do you know whose presence in which you are conducting yourself so insolently?” Turning her back on the outraged woman, Gyeongju peeked inside the carriage. A single night’s lodging at an inn cost one penny, so Gyeongju began to worry whether she had demanded far too much. Yet there were not many chances to face nobility in her station, so she deemed