7
When the dinner was cooked, served, returned, the leftovers dished up to the slaves, and Jally Cook filled in on the day’s gossip, Big Bulai came in to collect her share.
“Delicious bread.”
“Jakira made it today,” the cook replied.
The overseer raised an eyebrow but continued to eat. “They should be in bed. Get back to the slave quarters kitchen-slaves.”
“Here, Bulai, taste these date sweetmeats. I made a batch earlier, but don’t know if they are good enough for Master.” Jally Cook took out a plate of small sticky squares from a shelf under the table and offered it to the overseer.
Big Bulai grabbed a handful and thrust them in her mouth, her broken teeth gnashed down noisily. “Delicious.”
“Here, have some more.”
“I will.” She grabbed another handful and stuffed them in her
