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The menu was sparse — pottage, gruel, small ale. I ordered barley and rye and a glass of mead. You can imagine how suitably medieval I felt. All I needed was a minstrel reciting lyrics or heroic poetry.
Michelle Scorziello
John Egelkrout
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