It was unlocked and led to the kitchen and rear passages into the main portions of the castle. The kitchen was sturdy with a stone floor and walls. Brick ovens were set into the left-hand wall and a stove occupied the opposite wall. In the center was a large wooden table. Utensils and pans hung from the open-beamed ceiling, and the scent of herbs and spices flowed from the dried foodstuff that hung between the pans. A few small windows near where the wall met the ceiling vented the hot steam into the courtyard. The kitchen bustled with work as a handful of women busied themselves over the large stove and at the table kneading dough. One of the women was a large sort with sharp eyes and a voice that shook the walls. "Not done with the bread yet?" she barked at one of the women who kneaded the dough. "Almost," was the reply. "'Almost' will not feed my laird's guest Laird Graham," she bit back. "He and his own will arrive within the hour and we have little to show for his late breakfast." Her quick eyes fell on me and narrowed.
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