Mead

"Bera went to the next man, to fill his cup with the mead, from the heavy hot tankard, gripped with cloth, which she carried." Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 78 -Tarl Cabot- "I held up the large drinking horn of the north. 'There is no way for this to stand upright' I said to him, puzzled. He threw back his head again and roared once more with laughter. 'If you cannot drain it' he said, 'give it to another!' I threw back my head and drained the horn. 'Splendid!' cried the Forkbeard." Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 108 ~¤~ "I handed the horn to Thyri, who, in her coller, naked, between two of the benches, knelt at my feet. 'Yes, Jarl,' said she, and ran to fill it, from the great vat. How marvelously beautiful is a naked, collared woman. ... 'Your hall,' said I to the Forkbear, 'is scarcely what I had expected.' ... 'Here, Jarl,' said Thyri, again handing me the horn. It was filled with the mead of Torvaldsland, brewed from fermented honey, thick and sweet." Book 9, Marauders of Gor, pages 108 - 109 ~¤~ "Many were the roast tarsk and roast bosk that had roasted over the long fire, on the iron spits. Splendid was the quality of the ale at the tables of the Blue Tooth. Sweet and strong was the mead." Book 9, Marauders of Gor, page 226 ~¤~ "In the north generally, mead, a drink made with fermented honey and water, and often spices and such, tends to be favored over paga." Book 24, Vagabonds of Gor, page 16

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