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Show 90 Oh God's body, what drivel, I thought, throwing a wooden trencher onto the tabletop with a loud clatter. I didn't care if Master Hermann came out to knock me over the head, at least it would put an end to the nonsense I was witnessing. "I think Geist wants to tell me something, Hilde," Gast said. "If you will excuse us...?" "I will see you tomorrow, then?" "You will. I will play your favorite songs." Hilde hung onto the door, reluctant to close it, but at last she was gone. "Geist, your manners need mending," Gast told me. "You would be better off if you were not so surly. Here, take this and put it where no one else will see it." He handed me a piece of cloth with the corners twisted at the top to make a small sack. "What is it?" I asked, but from the faint fishy odor coming from the cloth, I already knew. "Put that in with the rest of the dough when you make the eleven dozen sweetmeats. Do not let anyone see you doing it, and afterward throw aviay the cloth." "What is this, Gast? What will it do to the children? Will it make them sick in the head the way I was at the celebration?" He grasped me by the arm in a grip so tight that I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. "Why are you questioning me? You said you gave me your fealty, yet I have a thousand times more loyalty from Hilde than from you." His voice was fierce, yet quiet enough |