Hearty peasant fare. Maybe it was just as well Spinello hadn't asked her. Most of the men knew it, too. A fussy granimarianwould have called it his better cloak, for he had only two.
As she might have to one of her own sons, Elfryth said, Sidroc. Supper turned out to be mutton chops and mashed parsnips with but-ter: closer to what she would have made at home than to the delicaciesin which the Principality specialized, but far from bad. They both laughed. He would not.
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