45. Patterned Motions and Cries

By this time, the next loaves are done baking. Margaret pulls them out, and leaves them to cool on a wire rack while she tends the fire. They look and smell perfect. Inglorion eyes them wistfully, leading Margaret to say, “Now, you know they need to cool before I slice them.” He says, “It reminds […]

44. I Didn’t Know Such Kindness Existed

At first, Inglorion is not confident of his ability to locate the midwife and wet nurse, short of making embarrassing inquiries at the inn taproom. To his relief, Collatinus recognizes her name, and the next morning he directs Inglorion to the Amastacia farm, just inside the city walls. As he enters the farmhouse gate, Inglorion […]