Chapter Sixteen
THE WENT
After a rare string of fine days, it was another bright morning. Tam emerged from the dome that still covered their marquee and joined Huldar outside.
Huldar smiled in greeting. “Nice to see you out of doors.”
“Couldn’t resist.” Tam looked up at a china-blue sky. “Weather turning at last?”
“I think so.”
“Are you enjoying the new menu?” the cook said. “I haven’t had a chance to ask.”
“Since you’re interested,” Huldar started solemnly. “About last night’s goranda stew …”
“Casserole,” Tam interjected.
“Casserole, then … it was a triumph.”
Tam’s face lit up. “Really?”
He nodded.
“Well! That’s good isn’t it?” Tam rubbed his hands together. “It was a bit of a break with tradition, ordering all that variety, but Casco asked me to be a bit creative with my meal
