Ser Mar followed his glance and laughed. “Help yourself, Jin-Ra,” he said.
“But it’s your breakfast, Master,” Jin protested.
Ser Mar waved a hand. “My appetite is not what it was when I was a lad of eighty summers. I will not finish it, so you might as well. Then when the boy comes to collect it, he will think I have eaten it all, and I will not have the healer nagging me to eat more.”
“As you wish, Master!” Jin grabbed the plate, almost overbalancing the stool in the process, and tore into the bird. Ser Mar chuckled again, picked up the scroll he had been working on, swung the lamp back into position, and resumed his reading.
For a few moments, Jin could think of nothing but satisfying his hunger, but as he chased the cheese down with the last bite of the bread, he remembered his news
