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Saeryn had been at work over the hot stove for at least an hour already. In the winter, the warmth was welcome and she didn’t mind the job close to the sizzling frying pan. She fried the strips of bacon that she had cut that morning while Kara scrambled what few eggs they had. They put some milk in the eggs to make them go farther. Frodides and Ginna saw to the bread and the cooked oats.
As soon as enough food was prepared to feed the earlier risers, the women filled great bowls and platters of food and took it out to the Hall. A handful of men were up, but the hall was still mostly empty. Eodwine sat with the elf by the fire still. Lord Athanar and his wife were not yet out, nor were any of their children. Most of the soldiers were still abed.
A while later, Saeryn came out again, carrying another full tray of food. One of the tables was filled now with men, but Eodwine still sat by the fire with Laerdil. She set down her burden and came towards them. She laid her hands on Eodwine’s shoulders while smiling over his head at the elf.
“Eodwine,” she said, “I just brought out some bacon, hot off of the stove, and there is hot bread, too. Let our guest rest harp a while and break his fast.”
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