Potatoes!

[Civet]

There are worse punishments for being an assistant to treason.. namely getting hung. Or flogging.. or banishment. But Bryce was starting to grow rather tired of peeling potatoes for hours on end. The knife they had given him was dull, and Aeryn had promised him that as soon as he was done with the hundred or so pounds of potatoes for the day he could do whatever he liked as long as he reported back to the barracks by dusk. After four days, mornings filled with sword training, and then attending to produce, then dinner, the healer had yet to find time actually -leave- the barracks. Of course, if he had any clue of all the letters drifting around town with his name on them, he'd be glad he hadn't found any time to sneak off yet.