She dished out most of the honeyed apples from the warm pan into their bowls, saving a bit for the morning, with the corn cakes.
“What did you think of the farms today,” she asked. “I confess I was frightened by what we found.”
Benitoe considered the dirty and ill-kept buildings, the dull families, hiding inside when the lutins rode up to their doors. “Did you notice that the livestock was in better shape than the people? Less dirty, no sores. No empty water buckets.”
“I saw you scattering those tokens around. You even hung one on that sty.”
“Well, those were healthy looking sows, weren’t they?” he said. “We’ll go back in the morning and see if any of them were picked up in the night.”
“Where did you learn to make those tokens? Who taught you that?”
He hesitated and looked at her con
