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Then he set the bottle down carefully on the table. "You're the guest, Russ, so you can pour. That tea ready yet, Memi?" "Coming right up," said his wife gratefully. "Coming right up." Anketam watched Russat carefully pour brandy into the cups of hot, spicy tea that Memi set before them. Then he looked up, grinned at his wife, and said: "Pour yourself a cup, honey. This is an occasion.
What war would mean if it did come, Anketam had no idea, but he didn't think the Chiefs would get into a war they couldn't finish. And, he repeated to himself, he didn't believe there would be a war. He said as much to Russat. His brother looked up at him in surprise. "You mean you haven't heard?" "Heard what?" "Why, the war's already started. Sure. Five, six days ago. We're at war, Ank."
Kevenoe was on The Chief's staff at the castle. Like many staff men including, Anketam thought wryly, his own brother Russat, on occasion he tended to lord it over the farmers who worked the land. "Kevenoe has an eye on Zillia?" he asked after a moment. "I understand he's asked Chief Samas for her as soon as she's eighteen. That would be this fall, after harvest."
If the truth were known, he probably had the ability to get a good job from The Chief become a secretary or something, like Russat. But he was sloppy in his work, and, as Blejjo had said, lazy.
There was some fighting, I understand, but they got out finally. Now they've said they're going to smash us." He grinned. Anketam said: "What's so funny?" "Oh, they won't do anything," said Russat. "They fume and fuss a lot, but they won't do anything." "I hope not," said Anketam. He finished the last of his spiked tea, and Memi poured him another one.
Anketam thought of the bottle in his own cupboard plain, translucent plastic, filled with the water-white liquor rationed out from the commissary and he suddenly felt very backwards and countryish. He scratched thoughtfully at his beard and said: "Well, Well. I don't know, Russ I don't know. You think a plain farmer like me can take anything that fancy?" Russat laughed, a little embarrassed.
I lookt upon her, saw mirth in her eies, heard boldness in her words, and beheld her ready to tucke up her russat petticoate; and I fitted her with bels, which she merrily taking garnisht her thicke short legs, and with a smooth brow bad the tabur begin. The drum strucke; forward marcht I with my merry Mayde Marian, who shook her stout sides, and footed it merrily to Melford, being a long myle.
"Sure you can. You mean to say you've never had brandy before? Why, down in Algia, our Chief " He stopped. Anketam didn't look at him. "Sure, Russ; sure. I'll bet Chief Samas gives a drink to his secretary, too, now and then." He turned around and winked. "But this stuff is for brain work, not farming." He knew Russat was embarrassed.
In the Kingston accounts for 1537-8 are enumerated 'a fryers cote of russat, and a kyrtele weltyd with red cloth, a Mowrens cote of buckram, and four morres daunsars cotes of white fustian spangelid, and two gryne saten cotes, and disarddes cote of cotton, and six payre of garters with belles. The 'pageant' itself fell, little by little, into disuse; the Morris, which had been affiliated to it, superseded it.
A good meal would make him feel better. Russat said: "I don't get much of a chance to eat Memi's cooking; I'll sure like this meal." "You can stay for breakfast in the morning, can't you?" Anketam asked. "Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to all that trouble. I have to be up to your Chief's house before sunrise." "We get up before sunrise," Anketam said flatly. "You can stay for breakfast."
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