I was home first that evening and had brought supper with me. A good chunk of game pie, half a bottle of wine, and even some vegetables, although it has to be admitted that these had a sad a wilted air. Still, chopped, seethed in the juice of a punnet of boelits (also somewhat past their best) and a little butter, the result would compliment the pie adequately.
When Shena arrived back she passed me a small packet wrapped in rotting sailcloth.
I inspected the contents, a metal object the size of my hand with the mud of the estuary still on it. So I dropped it in a bucket of water drawn from the river and left it there until we’d eaten.
Finally after our meal I emptied the bucket and looked at what Shena had given me?
“Miscellaneous metal debris?”
“I bought it by weight, so it’ll be…
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