Jenny: Bad Eggs

With a bit of cake in his mouth, the boy could only sit on his stool, swinging his legs angrily, staring back at Aithne as she entered the room. He was surprised that Lord Ambrosius had not blasted her into cinders with his eyes. Noting the eggs in his hands, he suspected her witchery had curdled the meat and she would poison them that way. They would all be holding their stomachs and groaning in their beds, helpless like the Ulstermen when their enemies came upon them. Desperate, he tried to devise a way of saving the valley without incurring the witch's wrath still further.