Thirteen
The late afternoon had flown by. Hunting parties had headed into the woods at noon and would probably return soon. Meanwhile, the rest plundered stored provisions and prepared bread, ale and other luxuries for the evening meal. The entire village would gather at the fire. Annie was excited about the feast. It would, as usual, spill over into drinking, dancing, games and harmless foolishness. The people needed it. She needed it.
“Why do you think the plan failed?” Henry said, his voice louder because walked behind her as they carried sacks of flour from the central storage area.
She turned her head back to him. “I’m not sure. Maybe because it’s just too far away for the people to even grasp. Too far away from their reality.”
“And now?”
“I have not the slightest idea.”
They du
