Because my hands are purple, PURPLE!

It's all because of Guinevere's gift, I'm getting her something from the heart...personally made and able to be used by someone in her position.

And purple is her favourite colour, so...

So I have purple hands! And I have no idea how long they'll be like this! Yule is in three days and there will, of course, be a great feast to mark the occasion. I certainly can't wear gloves to a feast!

Morgana better not find out about this...she'd never let me live it down.

Speaking of which I met that strange girl, Igraine again - Morgana's daughter from another place. The multiverse continues to be bizarre...many of the names are familiar, but the personalities and background? Merlin the old wise sorcerer?! I may have trouble keeping a straight face next time I see him.

I suppose I should see if I can find something in the kitchen to get this purple dye off. Surely there has to be something - there's all sorts of things in a kitchen, some of which stain, I'm sure. So...yes...

Wish me luck book. If you in fact can.