A Baker's Guide to Robber Pie by Caitlin Sangster

Author:Caitlin Sangster
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends

Though Max had been sure Evie would need to move to a new place, no one from the guard came to speak to her about it, most especially not Captain Garry. By the time Lady Hollow’s party started in the evening, no one had even looked twice at Evie except to grimace sympathetically over her splint. Once the breads were served and Lady Hollow hadn’t come tearing down the stairs to drag Evie away by the braids, Gisa came into their room holding a bowl of soup still steaming from the pot.

“I thought you might be a little hungry.” Gisa held it out.

“Thank you, I was worried Courderly would yell at me if I left the room.” Evie reached out with both hands and took it.

Gisa’s brow furrowed, looking at Evie’s splinted arm. “Doesn’t that hurt?

Evie dug the spoon into the bowl and shoved some of the soup into her mouth with a shrug. “No.” The soup was light and creamy, tasting of herbs Evie knew were only used in food meant for the upstairs dining room. “You didn’t put anything extra into this before you brought it to me, did you? Rat tails, perhaps?”

Gisa said something in Trouvani that sounded rougher than a wagon with one broken wheel. “Let me look at your wrist.”

Evie held it out, letting Gisa take the wrappings and the splint from her arm. She flexed her fingers and nothing hurt. Dropping the dressings on the floor, Gisa folded her arms with a fierce look that said something was amiss and that it was definitely Evie’s fault. “It’s healed.”

“Really?” Evie ate another bite. “That’s wonderful! That means I can help—”

“No, that’s impossible. That’s magic. When did you start feeling better?”

“You must have done it. Can’t Trouvani do some kind of magic?” Evie slurped down another mouthful of soup, glancing at the flowers in the corner that had already lost their petals, shriveled, then grown up and bloomed once more. Like magic.

“No, I am not a magical fairy creature who appeared to fix your stupid hollow bones or a little kitchen witch who grows flowers up by magic rather than letting their roots settle in the ground.” Gisa flicked Evie’s wrist with a bit more force than necessary, narrowing her eyes when Evie didn’t flinch. “This is impossible.”

“Wait, you never told me if it was rat tails in the soup or not.”

“Why would I put rats in your soup?” Gisa scowled. “Night follows the blaze of day.”

“Is that supposed to be a poem? Poetry is just a way to say nothing over and over again, and badly.”

“It means…” Gisa touched her maid’s cap, pulling at the edges. “You did something nice for me getting me away from Roary in the market, so I set your arm. You promised to keep Roary away from me, so I helped bake your bread. I brought you soup with no rat tails because it’s better to be ahead. Night follows the blaze of day, and the night can be cold.” She shuddered.

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