WORD PUZZLE #8 from THE SWORD AND THE CROWN
SEP/OCT 2007 Chapter Sixteen: Kitchen Help
Read the story passage at the bottom and try to find the twelve underlined words or phrases in
the letter grid below. The answers can be up, down, left, right or diagonal. Good luck!
U L D D A V M F E D T G I I Q
E X C M B O N E S I D E W Z B
R R N B O S F S K P G G A C T
O A H J J E T R K S C L Y C M
M T I E E S N E D V P L O A W
O T T S L R N I N L L I T L D
W E S A I Q T D G E B H R L E
T N T L G N K L J M T Z F T P
R T R O I W S O D E J K I O B
B I S C U I T S S E N D O T P
P O V R N N W T A G D D O H I
F N O L R P K N A C T L C E E
S R B U D E H S I N I F O M B
H H T B D J J B F W L R C C A
K P L L A H G N I N I D O O S
Molly bit her tongue and scolded herself for letting her imagination run wild. She knew she was dressed exactly
like every other server in the dining hall and nobody was paying her a whit of attention. She shook her head
slightly and tried to calm down as she inched closer to the table.
Then a hand quickly reached into the bowl of biscuits and grabbed one as Molly passed by a trio of soldiers
hurrying out of the chamber.
“Thanks, little girl!” a young man shouted, still hungry even though he had just finished his lunch.
Molly gasped, unable to speak as the blur of faces sped by. She turned and glanced at the backs of the departing
soldiers. Should she chase after them? Should she call to them? Her heart raced until it hurt before she had the
sense to glance into the bowl. The biscuit with the raisins and the secret note still sat there, safely tucked underneath
another. Molly gulped and felt her legs turn to jelly, but she continued on to Amin’s table, feeling as if it were a mile
away.
“I think I’d rather take a math test,” she muttered to herself. “On a Saturday!”
But after a half dozen more steps, Molly reached the table. She walked along one side behind a line of seated
soldiers, carefully placing a roll upon each of their plates whether they needed one or not. As she approached Amin
on the right, Molly fingered the biscuit covering the one with raisins. She casually eyed Amin as he spoke to a friend.
“Two more to go,” Molly thought as her hand began to shake.
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