These newcomers were going to be more than a nuisance, she thought. They were going to be downright dangerous. And there were so many of them.
Coming out of the passages after the sounds of feasting had died away, Joanna had been surprised by the number of people remaining in the Great Hall. From past experience she knew that she would have more chance of finding food there than in the kitchens, but clearly that plan would no longer work. She only hoped the usually tightfisted Gibby had not locked everything away, as was her custom.
Entering the kitchens, Joanna peered into the corners for stray sleepers, but with the warmer weather, not a body was in evidence. The embers in the huge fireplace flickered, and she could see the rows of bread dough rising into loaves on a long table.
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