“About time too! We’ll soon have customers walking past an empty stall, and that wouldn’t do, not after the performance we had catching the beast and Baudet’s brush with death. So, unload it all and lay it out like I’ve taught you.”
Acelin interrupted Criou: “Big joints at the back, chops and steaks at the front – no need to tell me.”
“Maybe, although you are a butcher’s boy so…” His voice trailed away as a passer-by distracted him. He did not appreciate how hurtful those words, “butcher’s boy”, were to Acelin who fell silent, tethered the horse to a post and set to unloading the cart.
are “His father had already sold the hide and cut the boar’s carcass, with his trusty cleaver and filleting knife, into joints, wasting nothing. The singularly large head, apart from the removal of its jo
