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with cinnamon and pepper, but how you expect me to do it with no
cloves, no cardamonЧФ

УNot so much cinnamon! You think weТre made of money here?
Stale bread and vinegar, thatТs what makes a sauce, girl. Use up
some of those herbs before they rot completely. A man wants you!
A gentleman is asking for your husband.Ф The old horror canted her
head to peer at Isabelle with one glittery eye, oozing dislike. УAnd
be quick back. I need that sauce done right. And soon!Ф

With difficulty, Isabelle held back some truths as unpalatable as
Mistress SniderТs food. The woman skimped ridiculously, but all
Chivians tried to get by with inferior ingredients smothered in
peppery sauces. In Isilond, one began with a good piece of meat
and used only enough seasoning to bring out its natural flavor. She
wiped her hands on her apron.

УYes, mistress.Ф

УHeТs waiting in the KingТs Room. You hurry back. DonТt expect me
to pay you when youТre not working.Ф

No, Isabelle would be paying her for the privilege of speaking with
a potential client. She set off on the perilous trek to the door,
watching out for scavenging dogs and people hurrying with hot
pans, for her balance was not as certain as it used to be.
Fortunately, the baby never made her nauseated, although she
lived in that horrible kitchen from before dawn until after nightfall.
She had nightmares of giving birth there. But a gentleman looking
for Beau might mean a client and real wages, instead of the
pittance he earned in the yard by day and serving beer at night.

Leaving the reek of boiling cabbage, she went into the big taproom
with its smoky fog of yeast, people, and cheap candles. GossipsТ
Corner was, first and last, a tavern, where beer flowed like
waterЧУand for good reason,Ф Beau said. Lo

3 Paragon Lost

cated in the heart of Grandon, not far from Greymere Palace,
GossipsТ Corner was a universally recognized address for people
to rendezvous or leave messages or even dine, although Isabelle
could never understand why anyone who had any choice should
choose to do that. It offered rooms by the night or the week or the
hourЧshe and Beau lived there, in a garret five floors up. It
provided music and singing and gambling. Those who sought to
buy a horse, hire a servant, pick pockets, or contract odd jobs
could usually be accommodated.

The City Watch, bought off by Master Snider, turned blind eyes to