
Episode 5
That evening Benor opened his backpack, assembled his plane table and his groma. Next morning he appeared at the kitchen door to enquire about breakfast. The cook, a thin, grim woman, seemed to share her mistressโs disapproval of him. Still she set before him a plate of oatcakes, butter and cheese. To drink there was small beer from a barrel in the corner of the kitchen.
For his midday meal she presented him with some bread and cheese wrapped in a square of old flour sack. As he crossed the yard back to the stable Benor checked his lunch. The bread was stale and the cheese hard. He merely shrugged; it was now obvious what his place was in this household. He gave his lunch to Gyp the guard dog who shared the stable with him. She seemed to appreciate his generosity and when he came down fromโฆ
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And suddenly it’s no longer a jolly tale about a jaunt in the country ๐
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But a great story, Jim!
Hugz on owl wings! @v@ โค
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I aim to please ๐
The Port Naain Intelligencer stories featuring Benor do tend to be more ‘whodunit’
Rather than the Tallis stories which I claim are the only Fantasy Comedy of manners currently written ๐
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