I am utterly exhausted.
I thought I was more than prepared to take on this task. All I want to do is rest. Right now the bare rocky ground would be
welcomed. My eyelids are so heavy, my
muscles are so sore. We enter the
building. I don’t have a room of my own
to slink into so I shuffle toward the great room. That makeshift cot is there. Ah, sleep.
Brat Khresti has left me to go to his quarters. I open the door daydreaming and yearning for
the approaching sleep.
Oh man…
The disappointment was evident on my face. Eight sets of eyes look up at me. I think I’ve interrupted dinner. Dinner.
Yeah, yeah, I am hungry. I pull
up a chair and reach for some bread. The
eyes that looked up at me now pierced my skin.
Just the weight of the stares stops my hand.
"Hungry?" Kihot questioned.
"Yeah." I said sheepishly
"Do you think that's for you?"
"Uhm..."
"What did you do to earn that?"
"Nothing"
"Do you still think you should do that?"
"I need food. I can go get some bread from my bag, I can pitch in."
"I don't think you can."
The fearful look on my face was now replaced by a look of confusion.
"That is the bread from your bag. It's a treat for us. No mold. We couldn't resist." Kihot chuckled.
The confusion was replaced with relief.
"Dig in!"
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