"Ye came over the edge of the world!" marveled Somat. "It were a
dangerous thing to do, stranger!"
"Aye," agreed Rolla, "but less dangerous than that from which I
fled. However," impatiently, "give me the food ye promised; I can
talk after my stomach be filled."
"Of a surety," replied Somat apologetically. "I were too interested
to remember thy hunger." He spoke a word or two, and one of his
companions brought another stool, also dishes and table utensils.
Whereupon the watchers on the earth got a first-class surprise. Here
they had been looking upon twelve men, living in almost barbaric
fashion amid the ruins of a great city; but the men had been eating
from hand-painted china of the finest quality, and using silverware
that was simply elegant, nothing less! Luxury in the midst of
desolation!
Rolla, however, paid little attention to these details. She was
scarcely curious as to the food, which consisted of some sort of
vegetable and meat stew, together with butterless bread, a kind of
small-grained corn on the cob, a yellowish root-vegetable not unlike
turnips, and large quantities of berries.
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