The Flight of Swans

The Flight of Swans — page 3
After last night Bronwen the cook had probably burned them all but she didn’t know about the little bag I’d stashed under the planking Clutching the bowl of leeks I wove past rows of tables covered with baskets of vegetables poultry being plucked and right into the path of a white-swathed under cook and her pot of steaming broth The undercook screeched and sloshed scalding broth over the floor I leaped back just in time And Bronwen where had she come from laid her wooden spoon across my shoulders with a sound like thunder I dropped my bowl with a yelp and darted away But I stepped in the leeks I’d just spilled and my feet flew out from under me I jolted upright like a puppet whose strings have been yanked Bronwen wrenched me back to face her I scrabbled to free myself but couldn’t gain purchase in the mess I’d made I saw her raise the spoon to deliver another blow raised my arm to shield my face and Ahhh Princess Andaryn Bronwen hid the spoon behind her back and released me so quickly I fell at her feet Two maids dashed forward One helped me up the other began to clean the mess I’d made Your Highness said Bron I didn’t know it was you We’re all on edge since the Queen She stopped 2