They had dined well, in the traditional manner, which meant several courses of grilled meats, cabbage, potatoes, and more spicy mamaliga. She wished that she hadn’t tied her sash quite so tight, and slipped her fingers under the edge of the thick red cloth to try to loosen it a bit. She was busy trying to do this when Lady Ioana took her place in the middle of the crowd. The entire Florescu family was there, and had eaten somberly at the feast in the massive dining room with its heavy table and low-beamed ceiling. But now they were all standing in the clearing behind the manor, and this was stranger and more ominous than eating in near silence in a room that had torch-smoke-blackened beams. There were no formal gardens here, only a little grassy area before the trees of the forest took over. There was a large flat rock in the center of the clearing, and Lady Ioana stepped up onto it without any assistance. For an old woman who carried a cane, she could certainly move well when she needed to, Dacia reflected.
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