Dael spent the next unnumbered days - too many to count - banished to the kitchens, scrubbing and chopping and hauling, boiling and scraping and kneading. Quintus looked sympathetic, but Tertius just looked smug, as if Dael had received some sort of comeuppance he hadn’t even known he deserved. Most days Dael didn’t even get to stick his nose out of the kitchen, and if he had any notions of wandering around during his free time, Cook kept him so busy he just collapsed onto his pallet.
The few times he glimpsed Flavia, he noticed she looked as drained as he felt.
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