Sam’s hunger vanished and he stopped instantly, his hand mere centimeters from the kitchen door. Finding the servants’ attentions uncomfortable, he had approached quietly, not wishing to disturb them. If they had known he was hungry, they would have insisted on fixing something for him rather than letting him get his own. Their solicitousness, while pleasant at first. had begun to chafe as much as the confinement. Now he was glad that he had tried to keep his kitchen raid quiet. He listened to the voices on the Other side of the door.