Blood & Wine

It was about 9 in the morning when I made it to the castle.

I had been away in the middle of March that I could walk back and forth from town, but the snow helped me out. I was already in town when this all happened.

I was the oldest in the group, at about 42. The oldest I guess, because we were all late in years. Most of the others were in their late twenties.

One of the most famous people in the group was a peasant by the name of Lewis, who had a single eyebrow. There had been some kind of rumor that he was called Little Snail because he had no eyebrows. Everyone still called him that, which he did not like.

I had joined from the south with all of my drawings, but they all had on foot. I didn't think they would get through the rough spots, but they had all arrived in time, and without damage. If anything, they had all arrived late, but it didn't matter too much right now.

We stood there in a large room, with a lot of confidence. We had been a lot of construction here, with the new Prince. Llywelyn was going to be in his first year of Princehood, and he had a single mansion here.

I could barely see the door in the darkness as I walked in. The windows were all shuttered, but I could see that it was night and I knew that fresh snow had fallen earlier in the day, which had continued throughout the day. It was filling the town, but it wasn't much at the moment.

We were all standing around the room. I had a big thing of flour in my pack, so I went and got some from the shelves. I opened the door and went out back to our work area. In that area, there was a building with three levels and cave/passage underneath. I had been there when it was only a beginnings of a foundation.

I walked out to the back, and saw that there was snow all around me with a blanket of four or five inches. There were no drifts, as I knew that the first layer was blocking there. I even heard a bit of gnawing, something animal crawling around me, but I could not see it.

I grabbed some fresh snow and brought it inside. I carefully placed it on one of the tables and filled up the container with water. I poured it out into a pot made of clay. I put the pot on top of the fire to boil, and then I walked to the scarves. I wrapped a big one around my hand, and pulled the flour out of my pack. I threw it into the pot, but it clumped up and sank. I knew that would happen, but I didn't know there was any way to prevent it.

I took a smaller one and heated it up on the fire. I got some melted water, and put it on the floor. I then put the flour in a sheet and squeezed it out at the snow. I grabbed the other smaller one and I poured the hot water into my hands. I grabbed a taste of the flour and pressed it into the snow.

I walked away, and tried to unravel the dough. I didn't have a lot, so I just added a little more flour and put the flour I had on the snow. I had to put in a lot because the mixture was not only wet, but it had no structure. I could hear splashing as the sweat rolled off of me, but I fought that battle and I knew that it was hot and it would melt some of the frost, but it was not enough.

I could hear the laughter of the people around me. I thought about stopping, but the larger one was done first. I turned around and looked at it and smiled. I then walked over, picked up the larger one, and put it in my backpack.

I walked back and almost found the door to the cellar. I pulled it off and then reached down with my hand and then touched the snow. I dug a hole for the smaller one and then put it away.

I then walked back, and I grabbed the large one, and I poured it over the dough and the small bowl, which had more snow in it. It took all of the top layer off and made it look like a solid lump of clay.

I picked up the bowl, and then I poured two more bowls over it, which made it look like a brick. I then threw them in the boxes and then I picked up the small pots and threw them on the wood.

I grabbed some of the hot water and poured it into my hands and then I set the water in the pot and then I dipped my hands in the boiling water. I then washed the flour off, and just as it was cooling off, I grabbed some egg whites and put them on the bottom.

I then grabbed a spoon, and I put a little flour on it and used it to get the mixture out of my hands. I already knew what I was going to do next, so I poured the egg whites through them and mixed them up.

I set down the bowl, and then I grabbed a pot full of ice cold water and poured it in my hands. I knew that it was hot, but the cold shocked me, and I pulled off the last of what was left. I then poured some out of the other bowl, and added the flour again, mixing it up. I grabbed the bigger bowl and then I put some more in on top of the other dough. The fire went out a bit as it touched this one, but it didn't matter.

I then grabbed a small piece of dough and I put it on the egg white. It rolled away, and I just waited a few minutes for it to cool to make sure the egg whites wouldn't melt. I grabbed a spoon and I scooped it all up, and then I put it on a plate.

I then walked out of the fire and felt the heat roll over me. I set the plate down on the table, just as the pot started to hiss. I then started to move quickly and I poured the dough into another bowl. I added a little bit more flour before I added water to it. It should have been much thicker than before, but it was also ready. I mixed it up some more before I added the bowl.

I figured that I'd wait a little while, as the fire died down. I long ago took out a needle and had planned to make a hole in the dough and then put it to the fire. The first thing I did was wait a little while before I put it in. I then put it on a hot rock and I let it cook a bit, but I knew it was done when it wasn't sticky anymore. I had planned to roll it in a wrap, which was a little bit harder than I had hoped, with my burned hands. I grabbed a small bit of dough and I stuck it in my mouth, and burned my tongue a bit. I hadn't realized that I had burned it so bad.

I waited a little more after that, and I could tell that the pot was ready. I had already washed my hands, so I grabbed a spoon and I put it in the water. I dipped a bit of it out and then put it on the sheet. I waited a few minutes and then I took it out, and put it on the table with the others. I then grabbed a little bit of the other dough and waited. When I knew that it was done, I dipped it out with the spoon, and then I took the spoon, and put it in the middle of the tablet that had the fresh dough. I then put the hot dough on it, and put it into the bowl. I then put it into the boiling water, just as the last tablet came out.

I took it out, as soon as I could, and I let it cool off a little bit. I knew what I wanted to do next, so I grabbed some of the egg whites and I poured a bunch on it, just as the fire went out. I then picked up a small thing that looked like an old spoon and it was tied with a string. I had never used it before, and I looked at it for a moment, as I realized I was going to. I grabbed some eggs, and then I put them in front of me, and I just took one and almost threw it in. I quickly put the egg white on it, and then I walked it over to the table, which was already covered with piles of dough and all of the pots.

I sat down, and then realized I was done. I looked at the dark spots, as they melted in my fingers as they made their way to the mud that was on the ground. I then looked over to the table and looked at it. There were three plates of cookies that were being made by the other apprentices. I told them that I could finish mine, and they could help me make the others. We had already made the dough for the pastries and the other two were frozen objects.

It was a tough job, but I knew that I had been the only one to make what I wanted. It wouldn't be very popular; people liked their plates with the circles that looked like cheese.

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