“As usual Sir Percy rode in front while Patchcoat and I followed in the cart pulled by Gristle. We were just heading through the castle gate when Mouldybun Margaret came running after us.“Wait, Master Cedric!” she cried. “I’ve made Sir Percy a packed lunch. A lovely pie, fresh out the oven!” She handed me a cloth bundle tied up with string. It was warm and steaming and stank like a cross between boiled cabbage and a blocked drain. With a sort of fishy whiff thrown in. “Thanks, Margaret,” I s...aid. “What is it? It smells – um – interesting.” “It’s one of me noo budget recipes,” said Margaret proudly. “Snake and kidney pie. I had to change it a bit, mind. The butcher swore them kidneys was only a week old, but it turns out they was off.”“No way,” said Patchcoat, pretending to sound surprised. “Aye,” said Margaret, giving him a beady stare. “So I chucked in a few old fish heads to disguise the smell.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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