Alchemy And Meggy Swann
“Roger's cheese was long gone and she was hungry again. She knew of no food in the house but for the dry and dirty lump of bread she had heaved at the boy. Ye toads and vipers, you could play my belly like a drum, she thought, 'tis that empty.
She had not seen Master Peevish again, although she had heard whispering and footsteps coming and going in the night. Or had she been dreaming?
A rumble from her belly finally sent Meggy reaching for her walking sticks. Might she do it? Could she wabble to... a cookshop by the river to spend the pennies Roger had left her? Fie upon it, had he said down Crooked Lane or up? Exactly where was Gracechurch Street? And was she to go past the church of St. Magnus or turn a corner there?
"Stay you here, Louise," she said. "If that man comes down, keep out of sight. I will return with supper. Mayhap I will find something we can share—fresh berries or pear tart or sweet apple cake with nuts." Her mouth watered at the thought.
Meggy emptied her sack of her few belongings—comb, small knife for eating, clean smock, a kirtle of Bristol red, a pair of stockings with the toes mended into a bunch, and a bottle of onion, fig, and Venice treacle tonic against plague.MoreLess
She had not seen Master Peevish again, although she had heard whispering and footsteps coming and going in the night. Or had she been dreaming?
A rumble from her belly finally sent Meggy reaching for her walking sticks. Might she do it? Could she wabble to... a cookshop by the river to spend the pennies Roger had left her? Fie upon it, had he said down Crooked Lane or up? Exactly where was Gracechurch Street? And was she to go past the church of St. Magnus or turn a corner there?
"Stay you here, Louise," she said. "If that man comes down, keep out of sight. I will return with supper. Mayhap I will find something we can share—fresh berries or pear tart or sweet apple cake with nuts." Her mouth watered at the thought.
Meggy emptied her sack of her few belongings—comb, small knife for eating, clean smock, a kirtle of Bristol red, a pair of stockings with the toes mended into a bunch, and a bottle of onion, fig, and Venice treacle tonic against plague.MoreLess
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