A few days later, Asphodel left the temple to take some food to a family not far from the temple. The snow had begun to thaw, and instead of crunching, it squelched underfoot. She passed through the Market Square and entered a narrow alleyway, wrinkling her nose against the smell.
Three doors along, she stopped and knocked. This family was poor, and the children were frequently hungry. She had been taking food to them for weeks now, preventing the children from starving. Their father, Yelver, had no job, and was often unwell, so could not manage to work. That was when there was available employment. He occasionally stole in order to feed his little family.
The door opened a crack, and an eye appeared. “Oh, it’s you, Sister.” Yelver’s wife smiled as she stood back to allow Asphodel space
