“The ancient pages rose among the others, palisaded with strange letters and words, the faint script hardly more readable than the footprints… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The Romans eat much Garlic and the Hungarians more while in the Markets of Sidon lovelorn Men pay Ransoms for a Jelly… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Clearings opened on either side. Familiar smells drifted in the air: fennel, skirrets and alexanders, then wild garlic, radishes and broom. John… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“A great flood of aromas swamped the noise, thick as soup and foaming with flavors: powdery sugars and crystallized fruit, dank slabs… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“He looked up at the dark line of trees and breathed in slowly, smelling wild garlic, mulched leaves, a fox den somewhere… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“They drank from a spring which filled an ancient stone trough behind the ruin. Beyond it lay overgrown beds and plants John… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“The great chestnut-wood tables groaned under the weight of platters, trays, plates, dishes and bowls. The whole Feast was here, John saw.… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Now alongside Scovell, John eased preserved peaches out of galliot pots of syrup and picked husked walnuts from puncheons of salt. He… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“As he lifted the leather-bound cover, the musty smell of paper rose up. He turned the first mottled leaf and looked down… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“At the kneading trough in the bakehouse, he and Philip pummeled maslin dough until the dull-skinned clods stretched and sprang. A scowling… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“By day, John buried himself in preparations. By night, processions of dishes once again marched through his mind: poached fish covered in… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“Night by night, he led her through Saturnus's gardens, describing the dishes that might come from each one. 'Poached collops of venison,'… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
“John scrambled up and down the terraces and banks, hunting out the secret breaks in the thickets or crawling through hollows woven… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
