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Show 92 I'm sure he will not provide enough honey, so I will bring extra to the shop later today." "All right. I'll have the buns ready tomorrow." "See that no one touches them - no one. I am counting on you. Do not disappoint me." When I nodded, he went out of the shop. I was still holding the twisted cloth and I decided to open it to see what it held before I hid it. Gast had ground the kernels thoroughly; the flour looked smooth enough, but oily, and it was gray in color and had that unpleasant fishy odor. If it tasted as bad as it smelled, we would surely need extra honey to make it edible, even after it was cut into a much larger quantity of flour. The following day I worked the dough for the buns, having a hard time with it because it was stickier than usual, even before I added the honey. Gast had brought me a large clay pot filled with honey, twice as much as Master Hermann gave me. I wondered where Gast had bought it, or stolen it. He had not told me what to do with the pot after I emptied it into the dough, but I decided that it shouldn't be found in the shop. I took it outside behind the bakery and smashed it against a stone into small pieces, then wrapped the shards in the cloth and buried them at the bottom of the trash midden. The buns didn't rise as well as they should have, but I did the best I could with them and after they came out of the ovens they looked presentable enough. The children didn't often get sweets - they would eat them to the last crumb. "Oh God," I prayed, "am I |