572 - Below Stairs Again

Eltras sank down on the bench at the stove end of
the servant's table in the night kitchen. 
"Phew.  I'm done for today.  What's on the hob, Kataina?"



The cook, prepping vegetables to go into ice-water
for the next day, carefully drawing thin, wide, long curls off orange roots
with her paring knife, looked up.  "Cold
roast meats, leftover.  My famous
leftover beef stew with Niah earth