So began the Feast, uneasily at first, and then with a growing sense of relief. For many in the household, especially for the servants and slaves, the Doux’s presence had rendered the occasion surreal. They served the food and poured wine as in a trance, mute, hardly breathing, reduced to their most alert selves. Serving […]
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