"For what?""Bread."Brannoch looked at him. She looked at the girl. Then she looked at him again, and Calen saw a dozen questions go across her face and die there, one at a time."Aye, Majesty," she said. "Bread."The kitchen emptied itself of staff with astonishing speed.Within a minute, the end table held a wooden bowl, a sack of flour, a jar of salt, a small crock of yeast, and a pitcher of water. Morgana stood in front of it with her hands pressed flat against her skirt. She stared at the flour as if it were something that might bite."I don't understand," she said, very quietly."You bake," Calen said. "Do it.""Why?"He thought about lying. It would have been easy. He had lied to kings and councils and enemies for a century. But something about the way she was looking at him, braced for a blow, made the words stick in his throat."Because you are pale," he said at last. "Because you have not eaten. Because Sera says you sit and stare at the wall all day. And because I think th
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