Chapter 11

Drake

I make a move to pick the papyrus up from the floor without intending to read it, but my mother bends down and grabs it first.

"Nooo!" she cries fearfully.

"I just wanted to pick it up. I did not intend to read it. You are pale, mother. What is wrong? Why do not you tell me?"

"Please, son, do not make it more difficult. I cannot tell you. Forgive me," she tells me, wrapping the papyrus tightly and hiding it in her bosom, muttering that at the first opportunity, she will throw it into the fire.

"Okay, mother, it does not matter. Will you give me the meat now? David is waiting for it."

"Who is David?" my mother asks me.

"He is the villager who owns the meat. I heard him saying that he will not have the time to come to the castle and exchange the wheat. I took the opportunity and offered myself to go instead of him. "

I see her smiling. "My smart boy!" she tells me and caresses my hair on the top of my head.

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