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eat, and a platter has been prepared for you,” said Reece, his dark eyes sweeping their faces as if daring them to object. “The food has already been blessed by the Nine. When food has been blessed, it must be eaten within the hour. Noradzeer.”
    “Noradzeer,” echoed the people reverently.
    Before Barda could say anything else, gongs began to sound, and two great doors at one end of the room opened to reveal a dining hall beyond. Eight tall figures, dressed in red as Reece was, stood at the opening, four on each side. The eight other Ra-Kacharz, thought Lief.
    Long, leather whips hung from the Ra-Kacharz’ wrists. They watched sternly as the black-clad people began shuffling past them.
    Lief’s head ached. He had never felt less hungry in his life. He wanted more than anything to be out of this place, but it was clear that he, Barda, and Jasmine were not to be allowed to leave until they had eaten.
    Unwillingly, they walked through to the dining hall. It was as clean and scrubbed as the other room had been, and so brightly lit that every corner was visible. It was filled with bare tables, arranged in long rows. The tables were very high, with tall, slender metal legs. A plain cup and plate stood at every place, but there were no tools for eating, and no chairs. The people of Noradz, it seemed, ate with their fingers, standing up.
    At the far end of the hall, a set of steps led to a raised platform. There another table stood alone. Lief guessed that this was where the Ra-Kacharz would eat, their high position giving them a good view of all that went on below.
    Reece showed Lief, Barda, and Jasmine to their table, which was set a little apart from the others. Then he went to join the other Ra-Kacharz, who, as Lief had expected, were all standing at the table on the platform, facing the crowd.
    When he had taken his place in the center, Reece lifted his gloved hands and surveyed the room. “Noradzeer!” he called. He swept his hands from shoulders to hips.
    “Noradzeer!” echoed the people.
    With one movement, all the Ra-Kacharz pulled away the cloth that swathed their mouths and noses. Immediately, gongs sounded once more, and more people in black began entering the hall, carrying huge, covered serving platters.
    “I cannot think of a more uncomfortable way to eat!” Jasmine whispered. She was the smallest person in the room, and the tabletop barely reached her chin.
    A serving girl came to their table and put down her burden, her hands trembling. Her light blue eyes were scared. Serving the strangers was plainly frightening for her.
    “Are there no children in Noradz?” Lief asked her. “The tables are so high.”
    “Children eat only in the training room,” the servant said in a low voice. “Children must learn the holy ways before they can grow to take their places in the hall. Noradzeer.”
    She removed the cover from the serving platter and Lief, Jasmine, and Barda gasped. The platter was divided into three parts. The largest held an array of tiny sausages and other meats, threaded on wooden sticks with many vegetables of every shape and color. The second was piled with golden, savory pastries and soft, white rolls. The third and smallest was filled with preserved fruits, little pink-iced cakes covered with sugar flowers, and strange-looking round, brown sweets.
    Barda picked up one of the sweets and stared at it, as if amazed. “Can this be — chocolate?” he exclaimed. He popped the sweet into his mouth and closed his eyes. “It is!” he murmured blissfully. “Why, I have not tasted chocolate since I was a Palace guard! Over sixteen years!”
    Lief had never seen such luxurious food in his life, and suddenly, despite everything, he felt ravenous. He picked up one of the sticks and began chewing at the meat and vegetables. The food was so delicious! Like nothing he had ever tasted before.
    “This is so good!” he murmured to the serving girl, with his mouth full. She gazed at him, pleased but