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Dragonlance -- Mary Kirchoff - Kendermore
Atec Март 01 2008 15:16:58
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. Except for the far front corner, the entire
left side of the wagon was covered with fluffy, overstuffed, brightly
colored pillows atop a thick-piled, midnight-black fur -- probably
Gisella's bed, Tas decided. In the far corner was an ornate,
black-lacquered dressing screen folded accordian-style. At the rear of
the wagon Tas spotted Gisella's clothes where they were piled neatly
on a stack of pillows.
His stomach growled, and he remembered why he was in the wagon.
As promised, he found a wide, shallow cupboard and opened the door.
Inside was a headless, unplucked chicken hanging from one leg, a small
bucket placed beneath it to catch drops of blood. The chicken seemed
pretty well drained, so Tas took it down and snatched up the bag of
dried beans. He located what smelled like fennel and sage in two of
the green, corked jars (but only after testing all of them, just to be
sure). He also nabbed a dried-up lemon -- a treat, despite the mold --
and a few pans and bowls, and then left the wagon to join Woodrow by
the small fire.
"Miss Hornslager is bathing in a stream on the far side of that
grove of trees." Woodrow pointed, handing a half-filled bucket of
water to Tas. "Here, the horses didn't drink this water. You can use
it to flavor your cooking."
Wrinkling his nose, Tas took the wooden vessel. He was relieved
to find no foam on top, and even more so to see that the horses had
their own bucket. He dumped half of the beans into a bowl, added
enough of the cold, clear water to cover them, and set the bowl near
the fire to warm the water and soften the beans
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