Until the Day Arrives

Until the Day Arrives — page 7
The nickname stuck It was kid here kid there No one was interested in knowing his real name Kid go fetch a pail of water from the well there Take this to that table kid But be careful it’s hot Heavy or not Manu carried it taking small steps sometimes stumbling He did what was possible being slight and not yet twelve The child followed every order more than ever now that Bento was gone Desperate to find out where Bento was Manu struggled to overhear conversations while serving tables But the subject never came up No one seemed to remember what had happened Finally Manu drummed up the courage to ask the innkeeper’s wife Where did they take my brother To jail of course Where did you think he would be He’s probably been flung into a dungeon by now protective tone The kid works hard This was very vague Manu persisted And where is this dungeon I don’t know How can we find out The woman looked admiringly at the dirty little face with its delicate lines and bright curious expression I have no idea but I can ask my husband And she continued to scald the freshly slaughtered