Dispatches from the Archive · No. 4
The new Book One opens with a burnt loaf of bread:
Kaelren had buried forty-one squads, and he still burned the first loaf.
People keep asking me about that line, so here's the story behind it, and the recipe.
Kaelren is a soldier who doesn't age. He's outlived everyone he has ever served with. I needed something he does every week that says more about him than any speech could. Bread was it. You can't rush it, you have to come back to it, and it's for other people. A man who has buried forty-one squads still gets up before dawn to feed the forty-second.
The first loaf burns because it always sits too close to the hot corner of the oven, the one where the bricks cracked in a winter nobody remembers. He keeps it anyway. In Emberhold, a burnt loaf kept is love. Mareth, the old healer, claims the bottoms.
And there's a line he folds the dough by, one he learned from someone a very long time ago:
Fold it. Like you're tucking in a child.
Who taught him that is one of the questions the book is built around.
Emberhold bread is a dark, seeded country loaf. This version works in an ordinary oven.
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Chapter One of The Shattered Gate is free on the site. That's where the loaf comes out of the oven, and where the Gate, dark for 109 years, looks back.
If you bake it, send me a photo. I'd love to see Emberhold bread in real kitchens.
John