the basics of baking and cooking meats, and was now being trained in how to make sauces.
Talon smiled.
âWhatâs amusing you, young fellow?â asked Leo.
âI was just thinking how much more there is to getting food ready to eat than what I learned as a boy. My father and the other men of my village would sit around a large spit upon which a deer turned, talking about the hunt or crops or which son was the fastest runner, and the women baked bread or cooked stews or soup.
âMy mother would have gawked in wonder at the spices in your cupboard, Leo.ââ
âSimple fare can be challenging, too, Talon. A spit of beef must be dusted lightly with salt and pepper at the right moment, then graced, perhaps, with a kiss of garlic just before presentation.â
Talon grinned. âMy mother would never have understood presentation.â
âYouâve seen only the barest glimpse of it, boy,â said Leo. âWhat we do here is wasted upon commoners for the most part, and even those lords and ladies who stop by on their travels would count our fare rustic compared to the tables at which theyâve dined in the great cities.
âThe noble tables of Rillanon and Roldem are each night piled high with the efforts of dozens of cooks and hundreds of kitchen whelps such as yourself. Each plate is graced with just such a portion of this dish, just such a portion of that delicacy. There is an art in this, boy.ââ
Talon said, âIf you say so, Leo. Though Iâm not sure what you mean by âart.â We have no such word in my language.â
Leo stopped stirring his own reduction sauce and said, âYou donât?ââ
Talon was fluent in Roldemish and now found himself being corrected only on pronunciation and occasionally on his delight in profanity, which seemed to amuse Leo, irritate Robert, and outrage Martha. The Orosini were comfortable with sex and other natural body functions, and Talon found it oddly amusing that describing defecation or the sex act was considered âbadâ in Roldemish society.
âNo,â said Talon. âThe closest the Orosini tongue can get is âgracefulâ or âbeauty,â but the idea of doing something just to do it is . . . not something I grew up with.â Talon had come to terms with the destruction of his family over the last year. Rather than the terrible pain it had given him, now it had become more of a dark memory that haunted him from time to time. The desperate anguish was gone, for the most part. Learning to do new things was part of the reason; and Lela was the rest.
âWell, then,â said Leo. âYou learn something new every day.ââ
Talon agreed. âWe haveââhe corrected himselfââ had art in some of the crafts the women practice. My grandmother made patterned blankets that were prized by everyone in the village. Our shaman and his acolytes would make prayer . . . you donât have a word for it, circles of patterns of colored sand. They would chant and pray while they worked, sometimes for days, in a special tent that they would put up and work inside. When they were finished, the entire village would gather to see the work and to chant as the wind took the prayer to the gods. Some of them were beautiful.â Talon paused. âThose paintings Kendrick hangs in the dining room . . .â
âYes?â asked Leo.
âI wish some of my grandmotherâs blankets or the sand prayer-circles could be remembered like that, hung on a wall for people to see. They were beautiful.â
âAn eye for beauty, young Talon, is a gift.â Leo said.
Just then, Lela walked into the kitchen.
âAnd speaking of beauty . . .â muttered Leo with a grin.
Talon glanced at the girl and smiled slightly. His people could mask their feelings around strangers, but he felt now that the kitchen staff were his family and
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