What Kewero called her pantry was nothing more than a small cave adjacent to the one, which served as the kitchen. It was stocked with all the necessary cooking pans and utensils as well as with the stored food.
Flindra looked around for the cast iron oven that Kewero baked her bread in and saw it neatly put away on a rock ledge that formed a convenient shelf. The pot was a large round vessel, which stood on three feet. This kept it from being in direct contact with the coals of the cooking fire and allowed for baking or slow roasting.
"Could you bring some of the turnips, too?" Kewero yelled from the kitchen.
"Yes," she hollered back.
She lifted the heavy lid from the iron pot and fetched a number of the stored turnips. These she placed directly in the pan for it was heavy enough to require two hands to carry. This allowed for one trip instead of two.
"Would you mind peeling the turnips while I stuff the bird?" Kewero asked when she returned.
Flindra's answer was to pull out her dagger and start peeling the turnips. She couldn't help but smile as she worked for she had always enjoyed helping in the kitchen. Peeling the vegetables reminded her of home and that was a very comforting feeling.
"Kewero, I made an interesting discovery about Rigga while I was out riding," she began in a conversational tone.
"What was that, child?"
"I invoked the power of Rigga as you told me to do. While I was galloping Deru, Rigga's power aura surrounded both of us and I became aware of his consciousness. Then the contact went deeper; I seemed to merge with him. It felt as if I had become him - that I was the one running across the ground. When we stopped running, the excitement lessened, and the link ended. Then to see if the whole thing had been real, I tested the mind link. I started to control Deru with my thoughts rather than with the reins or my body. I had no problem directing him with just my mind. Were you aware of this aspect of Rigga?"
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