Azagor stared after her. She was embarrassed over her question, but she shouldn't be. She hadn't seen anything outside this farm. Her acceptance of the TC was a credit to her brave spirit, her willingness to learn. He would have to replace most of the components inside the TC. He'd ask Larz to bring it to him. He stood. First, he would go and eat whatever she prepared. He tracked her footsteps, but she didn't try to run.
Azagor stopped in the kitchen doorway and stared at the rat in the cup. It couldn't be what he thought. But the table was set with the rat in the cup on one side of the table and green leaves and berries on the other side. He didn't like her rat, but he didn't want to eat it either. There must be another reason why she put the rat in the cup.