A Collection of Fantasy and Science Fiction Short Stories - Special ...
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logs onto a sheet, carefully selecting each one, checking for any wetness or other factors<br />
that might cause it to burn poorly. When I am done, I wrap the edges <strong>of</strong> the sheet around<br />
the wood, squat, <strong>and</strong> pick up the bundle with a s<strong>of</strong>t grunt from the effort. It is heavier<br />
than I expected, but lift it up <strong>and</strong> head towards my nightly route to the manor’s baths.<br />
I finish with my work just in time to be one <strong>of</strong> the first servants in line for dinner.<br />
Cook places the pots <strong>of</strong> food on the thick wood table <strong>and</strong> we all help ourselves to his hot<br />
stew <strong>and</strong> warm bread. I sat down in a corner <strong>and</strong> quietly ate every last bit. I even<br />
scrapped the edges <strong>of</strong> the bowl with bread <strong>and</strong> had second servings <strong>of</strong> each. There was<br />
chatter surrounding me as the other servants conversed about their day, but I don’t like<br />
speaking while I’m eating, so I stay out <strong>of</strong> the conversations. This leaves me with a quiet<br />
life, but I like it that way.<br />
* * *<br />
It is hours after moonrise when I wake from my pallet by the kitchen hearth as<br />
someone runs past me. I yawn <strong>and</strong> stretch <strong>and</strong> check on the fire. It is still going strong,<br />
<strong>and</strong> it must, for it keeps the main part <strong>of</strong> the house warm through the night <strong>and</strong> I have to<br />
attend to it at all times. I st<strong>and</strong> up <strong>and</strong> walk outside to see a sight that I was not expecting.<br />
Aken is st<strong>and</strong>ing in the snow with a bag in his h<strong>and</strong>. He frowns deeply to himself<br />
as he turns around in a circle as if confused about which direction he should take.<br />
“Are you alright?” I step out <strong>of</strong> the shadows cast by the house <strong>and</strong> he gives a<br />
startled little jump.<br />
“Saran, I’m sorry, did I wake you?”<br />
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