Michael Austin The Black Drape

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up the larder every day I’d come up here with a blanket like a shot. Who’s got that jug?”
Jason took a pull out of nervousness, and found that he felt better as the alcohol dissolved his synapses.
But he made an effort.
“Hey, lads,” he slurred, “’ve got ‘nother jug coolin’ in the water trough down in the forge, what d’you say? We could all go down there now. Lads? Lads?”
There was the end of the big table and Magrat dined at the other.
But they managed to meet up for a last glass of wine in front of the fire.
They always found it difficult to know what to say at
moments like this. Neither of them was used to spending
what might be called quality time in the company of
another person. The conversation tended toward the
cryptic.soft sound of snoring.150LORQS ftffO iftQf£6“Oh, lads.”Jason stood up.The stars wheeled.Jason fell down, very gently. The jug rolled out of his hands and bounced across the grass.The stars twinkled, the breeze was cold, and it smelled of snow.The king dined alone, which is to say, he dined at one