Dragon's Treasure
“Taran went quickly to his aid.
"Careful," Anssa warned, "it's hot." Taran grabbed a cloth. Between them they steadied the pot. "Got it. Thanks." Staggering outside, Anssa poured the hot grease into the snow. Eilon handed Taran a grease-encrusted skillet. He passed it to Pico for washing.
Ruth grabbed his sleeve. "Help me with the rolls." He went with her to the bake oven, and helped her pull the wide flat trays from their shelves. The crusts of the rolls were flavored with honey and cinnamon. T...hey slid the trays into the trestle to cool.
"Smells good," Taran said. Ruth nodded and returned to her table, on which sat rows and rows of savory dumplings, waiting to be dropped into the soup. Taran had never realized what labor it took to feed a household. Every day, Boris and his undercooks thrice fed Dragon, his officers, his guests, if there were any, the forty or so men of the war band, and the more than fifty men and women who served them. The work started before dawn and did not stop. There was always something to be done: fires to be fed, beasts to be butchered, vegetables to be cleaned and chopped, dough to be prepared, sauces and soups to be stirred, pots and pans to be filled, emptied, or scoured, spits to be turned.MoreLess
"Careful," Anssa warned, "it's hot." Taran grabbed a cloth. Between them they steadied the pot. "Got it. Thanks." Staggering outside, Anssa poured the hot grease into the snow. Eilon handed Taran a grease-encrusted skillet. He passed it to Pico for washing.
Ruth grabbed his sleeve. "Help me with the rolls." He went with her to the bake oven, and helped her pull the wide flat trays from their shelves. The crusts of the rolls were flavored with honey and cinnamon. T...hey slid the trays into the trestle to cool.
"Smells good," Taran said. Ruth nodded and returned to her table, on which sat rows and rows of savory dumplings, waiting to be dropped into the soup. Taran had never realized what labor it took to feed a household. Every day, Boris and his undercooks thrice fed Dragon, his officers, his guests, if there were any, the forty or so men of the war band, and the more than fifty men and women who served them. The work started before dawn and did not stop. There was always something to be done: fires to be fed, beasts to be butchered, vegetables to be cleaned and chopped, dough to be prepared, sauces and soups to be stirred, pots and pans to be filled, emptied, or scoured, spits to be turned.MoreLess
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