“A counter kept the patrons away from the bottles. Crammed into the constrained piazzetta was the usual mix of students and Woolsmen, each convinced they toiled for the other’s leisure, a nightly test whether lions and lambs could lie together. Rasenna might be poor, but it was a profitable place to own a tavern. Young men required to be careless with their lives became first intemperate and finally reckless; publicans became rich. Valerius cheerfully joined bandieratori in patriotic toasts of “...Death to Concord!” indifferent to the hostile glares he provoked. He clinked Mule Borselinno’s glass. “How’s the ear?” “What?” “How’s the ear?” “Speak into the other side; can’t hear this side. My ear.” Drunk already, Frog ordered another round, and after that: “One more!” Inspired by drink, he attempted a farewell speech: “As the Virgin’s my witness, before I go, I’m going cross that river and—” He fell backward, bringing a dozen drinks with him, and lay laughing, his green legs and boots waving in the air.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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