Just as the last of the sun’s ray disappeared behind the trees, Danton sauntered into the food tent and asked in a loud voice, “Could I ask who cooked that marvellous meal we had last night?”
Several voices clamoured to be heard.
Danton waved a hand. “One at a time, please.”
“My lord, we all had our part to play.”
“Oh really? A joint effort?” The lordly blonde sorcerer raised his eyebrows. “But was there not some culinary genius behind it all, coordinating your efforts?”
A scruffy, middle-aged woman wiped her hands on her apron and drawled, “That would be me.”
“Well, congratulations, ma’am, on a fine effort, especially in this makeshift kitchen.” Danton kept a casual eye on the back wall of the tent, which lifted quietly from the bottom as he spoke. “And what marvel are you preparing
