There were several dishes to choose from and a footman to wait on them.
Atayla could not help thinking with a secret smile how very different this was from the discomfort and frugality of the Mission, where she was lucky to have anything to eat and usually was forced to cook it for herself.
Felicity, on the other hand seemed quite at home, asked for a second helping of a dish she fancied and finished with toast spread with Jersey butter and honey from the comb.
“I like this honey,” she said. “It’s nicer than the honey we had in Tangiers.”
Atayla was glad she had found something to approve of, for while she was being dressed, she had complained that she had to wear so many clothes and also that she was cold.
Atayla was hoping that there would be some warm dresses amongst her clothes th
