What c'n I ge ye?" Kitty looked down at the staff and resolved to have a word with Luke at the first chance she got.What c'n I ge ye?" Kitty looked down at the staff and resolved to have a word with Luke at the first chance she got. Shrugging, she sat down at the bar and said, "What have you got for breakfast?" "Food y're after? Well, I got's last night's stew. It's still warm; we'll just throw in more fixings and serve it agin tonight." Kitty nodded. "What's to drink, then?" That stopped her for a second. In medieval romances they normally drank wines and ales; the local water was untrustworthy. "Give me an ale a lady should drink," she said, hoping that was the right thing to say. "Aye, lass. We've a real pale beer you might like." Kitty nodded. He brought her a large wooden mug and then passed through a pair of swinging doors to return with a large bowl of stew. She sampled the beer and found it drinkable, even if she wasn't fond of beer in general. The stew, in the other hand, was excellent, and she ate it with a gusto that made the Felinzi laugh. "Ye been on the road a long time, lass?" Kitty shook her head. "Just the past day." "Where ye' from lass?" the Felinzi asked, with suspicion. "I don't know. I was in Shardik Castle last night." The Felinzi's accent vanished. "You were at Castle Shardik last night? How did you get to Kendre?" "I woke up in the woods near here. I walked to Kendre." That part was true enough. "You know where you are, then?" "Oh, yes. That's been clearly explained to me." "Good, lass," he said, the accent returning. |