Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve ‘I have brought something for you,’ Isabel said, and offered the Ferryman a small box. The contents had been her last-minute request of Sophy, and she hoped it would please. His brows rose in surprise, and he quickly opened it. A delicious aroma of freshly-baked pastry drifted out. ‘This… this is food,’ said the Ferryman in a faint voice. ‘Some of the best food,’ Isabel agreed with a smile. ‘Made by Mary and Thundigle, of Sophy’s household. They are very talented.’ Sophy and Isabel had packed the box themselves, cramming as much into it as they could manage to fit. There were iced berry pies, moonweed tarts with marzipan, pastries stuffed with rose apples and drizzled with syrup, and finally — Sophy’s favourites — cheerful little sun cakes. The Ferryman lifted out a tin
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