Peter wrapped a towel around his hand and picked up one of the bread-men to examine it more closely. “You gave them beards or at least stubble,” he said, chuckling. Clare had used sesame seeds for blond beards and poppy seeds for dark ones. “Where did you get the seeds?” he asked curiously.
“From your uncle. He got a shipment of spices and other things recently.” Clare glanced at Peter thoughtfully. “Sometimes I wonder how he does this. There is hardly any merchant as successful as your uncle is at always having some merchandise despite the Swedes and Imperialists rampaging all over the land over the last years. He has been providing grain and dried fish at times when nobody else had anything after soldiers went through the region, rampaging and pillaging to their hearts’ content.”
Peter
