Chapter Fifteen
Warning
Yulen watched as Atty and Tory walked arm-in-arm down what the people referred to as The Boulevard. During regular days, the unpaved trail led from the main house where the troops were fed, to the back area where the housing began for the compound’s inhabitants. On Market Days, the trail was lined on both sides with carts and booths and kiosks. Today, musicians strolled, singing songs of love. Every few feet Berta had set up tables to offer the guests drink or food, served by the staff manning each booth. Eggs were plentiful, as were sweet rolls and biscuits with gravy. The smell of cooking meat caught his attention. Somewhere out there were sausages and lean breakfast strips. Served on toast or small loaves of bread, and smeared with her delicious blackberry jam.
