Five Senses Box Set by Andre Norton

Author:Andre Norton [Norton, Andre]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, fantasy
ISBN: 9781504048361
Amazon: B075L2YWRR
Goodreads: 36265536
Publisher: Open Road Media Sci-Fi & Fantasy
Published: 2017-10-02T23:00:00+00:00

She repeated that last line as she forked the fried mush onto her plate and reached for berry syrup to give it flavor. Four squares of mush later she decided that the good of the belly was well satisfied. And, as she busied herself with the housekeeping duties before the Second Bell, she wondered what this day was going to bring.

When the shutters were down and the door unlatched for business she was restless. Halwice had left none of the simple orders Willadene was allowed to fill written on the slate. She could not weed in the garden for fear that some customer would find her missing from her post.

However, within a few moments she was well occupied. The first of the orders the Herbmistress had left had been called for. She exchanged greetings with the baker’s maid—a powdering of flour on the girl’s round cheek to mark her service.

However, Realie was full of news, eager to spill it. “He took the Wolf—killed him as one stamps upon a bug,” she gurgled. “Now the Duke has asked him to Kronengred for a thank offering. Star help us, Master is all which way trying to think of new sweeties, ’cause there will be crowds and parties—”

She was still prattling on when the solemn-faced assistant of Dr. Kemp came in to collect his order. It was he who offered a ghoulish detail or two, supposedly brought in the night to the gate guard about the hunting and harrying of what was left of the mountain outlaws.

So it went through the morning. Much of what she heard, Willadene was sure was far from fact. But two points seemed to remain certain. Prince Lorien had led his men over the border and effectively put an end to the strongest of the outlaw outposts and he was now invited as a conquering hero to visit Kronengred by a missive sent via the Duke’s own herald.

At length all the orders were collected, though at times the shop was crowded with those exchanging the latest news. Mistress Lowfard was especially centered upon since her brother was of the gate guard. And if she did not speak much, her few words rooted suggestions.

Only the basket for the High Lady remained. And Willadene’s sliver of chalk squeaked on the slate as she was at length left alone. But not for long, as a page wearing castle badge came swaggering in.

“There is a basket for the High Lady Mahart.” He leaned against the edge of the counter and regarded his nails as if their condition was more important than the task. “She grows impatient—” He glanced up at Willadene with a sly grin. “You are supposed to be able to make a beauty out of skin and bones—with certain potions—or so they say.”

“Your Lady’s basket stands there.” She found his impudence a little too much after the business of the day.

He tossed a small purse knitted of silken threads on the counter and reached for the basket, giving an exaggerated sniff of its contents as he pulled it to him.

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