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A Novel
by Erika Mailman
Mutter, Großmutter has hardly any soup, said Matern, eyeing my bowl.
Soups for those who work, said Irmeltrud. Those who barely move all the day long need little to sustain them. Jost tried to catch her eye, but she wouldnt let him. Such a thing was true, but she was ashamed to have spoken it.
We all sat at the table, backs straight in the formal wish that there might be real food served upon it. Members of my family had sat upon these benches for so many generations, I felt the grooves placed by their more ample bodies. Of course, they had assembled for several meals each day, while we now gathered in the late afternoon for our sole serving.
The soup looked hardly worth the having, coins of carrot floating in water barely flavored with rosemary. The sojourn in the soup pot had likely not softened these rough roots. We had not had meat since Michaelmas. When Irmeltrud turned her back to fill Materns bowl, Jost poured some of his soup into my mine. No, son, I said in a low voice. He set his jaw. When Irmeltrud sat down, I saw her notice the sudden difference in my bowl. Her eyes narrowed and I thought, as I often had, how her face expressed the very fume of Eve when she realized the apple had undone all the good. Years ago, Irmeltrud used to smile at me, thinking that earning Josts favor required mine. She asked my advice in all things and was hesitant as a midafternoon spider. As soon as the marriage banns were read, however, a sourness crept into her face and she has been so with me ever since.
We all held hands while Jost said the prayer of thanks. Alkes fingers were impatient in my right hand, while my left stretched across the table to capture Materns. And then we all picked up our spoons and wetted our tongues.
At least it was hot.
Heat added flavor to things that had none, we had learned.
I took a spoonful into my mouth and simply sat with it, one carrot coin sitting on my tongue like a communion crumb. I closed my eyes to fully sense it, the meager gift of water with a ghost of taste. Everyone else plunged in with quick spoons, as if it would wink at them and run out the door if they did not hurry.
What has Ramwold said this day? asked Irmeltrud, in between gulps. Jost and the other village men had gone to hear him read the runes.
He said the winter is yet to stretch more grievous, said Jost. Some Suppe dribbled from his mouth from the haste. He used no cloth to wipe his face, only his own tongue, to not waste even a drop.
Can it be so? asked Irmeltrud in a horrified tone. What have we done to bring this?
I know not, but there is talk of a hunting party to gather together. The woods here are emptied.
Better to solve the reason for our hunger than to lose yourselves to a boars horns or worse betides. The woods are full of the devils minions.
Solve it, Mutter? How? asked Matern with wide eyes.
By seeking the source of the evil and suppressing it, said Irmeltrud. She had already reached the bottom of her bowl, despite her talking, and clapped it down on the board. Her eyes snaked over to mine. Someone is making mischief and bringing misery to this village, she said. One who has made a bargain with the devil and benefits from our distress.
We all toil in sin, said Jost. Yet I know of no one who would have struck such a bargain.
Not all toil, she said, and looked into my eyes. I saw no warmth there. Theres talk of old Künne Himmelmann.
What manner of talk? Josts voice took on an edge of anger.
The Töpfers say their hen has stopped laying. She is simply dried of eggs. And this happened after Künne sat down on a rock by their door.
Excerpted from The Witch's Trinity by Erika Mailman Copyright © 2007 by Erika Mailman. Excerpted by permission of Crown, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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