Eadyth and Alinor were in a storage room on an upper level, sorting through silver knives, wooden platters, spoons and goblets, and pretty cloths to put on the tables for the feast. The pig probably thought he was destined to become a ham and was not about to stop.
At first, she did not understand his meaning, but he looked pointedly at her breasts, and she knew. Together, in a plodding rush, they carried the writhing luminant up behind the guard.