Many a table, too, groaned under blows from the clinched fist of some excited reveller.

Every one seemed animated by a single desire-to drink again and again.
Now the last pieces of bread and the cloths were removed from the tables.

The carousers no longer needed Dietel.

He could leave the task of filling the jugs to his young assistants.
What were the envoys outside doing?
They were well off.

In here the atmosphere was stifling from the fumes emanating from the throng of people, the wine, and the food.