"I spent three years in the kitchens in Safety. The man who taught me used to be head cook to the Duke of Borletta."
"What was he doing in prison?"
"He killed his wife, and chopped her up, and cooked her in a stew, and ate it."
There was quiet around the table. Cosca noisily cleared his throat. "No one's wife in this stew, I trust?"
"The butcher said it was lamb, and I've no reason to doubt him. " Friendly picked up his fork. "No one sells human meat that cheap."
There was one of those uncomfortable silences that Friendly always seemed to produce when he said more than three words at once.
Sist sett
