Years later, it was that meal in her old home that was clearest in Tamnet’s mind. There were not enough spoons to go around, and she was very anxious about the princess, gingerly dipping her battered tin spoon into her stew, while across from her Torik tried to eat as daintily as possible with a large and clumsy wooden paddle generally used for cooking purposes. The children were unnaturally quiet, Saranna seemed to be off in her new-found dreamland again, and only Mara and Tamnet sustained anything approaching a conversation. From time to time Tamnet lost track even of this, as the thought, The princess is eating my stew, in my kitchen, overwhelmed her again.

the dry well