Boartusk Heights i’m staying low, staying low, turning pages

rawboned woman sliced fish and packed them into clay gathered just inside the borders.

paws smeared in her effort, she did not look up right away when karpos sent his strong eye scudding over the clearing.

such was the clay that it could be eaten and perhaps would comfort a sour stomach. upon the island she had learned such things from her mother, tutored long ago by royal physicians.

the woman had known everything.

agrippina passed a weary wrist across her brow and in her pause she saw the guardian seeming to watch her.