Chapter 9
King Hermon ladled soup into a bowl. The macaroni and vegetables were too soft, too mushy. The broth had no aroma at all. It was almost as if he we were filling a bowl with water. He dropped pellets of pest poison onto a spoon. He set another spoon on top and ground the pellets into a fine powder. He sprinkled the poison over the soup. Even though the seasoning was deadly, at least it would add flavor. There was always something to be thankful for, if you just took the time to look.
He whistled as he walked the bowl of soup out of the kitchen. His footfalls were off. His foot would hit the rock floor, and then, a moment or two later, the sound echoed off the walls. It didn’t make sense, because sound didn’t work that way. There was no stopping, though. He continued toward the d
