Each was clad in an extremely scanty bodice of silken blue, girdled above a kirtle that came barely to their very pretty knees.
"Food and drink," ordered Rador.
They dropped back through the curtains.
"Do you like them ?" he asked us.
"Some chickens!" said Larry.

"They delight the heart," he translated for Rador.
The green dwarf's next remark made me gasp.
"They are yours," he said.
Before I could question him further upon this extraordinary statement the pair re-entered, bearing a great platter on which were small loaves, strange fruits, and three immense flagons of rock crystal--two filled with a slightly sparkling yellow liquid and the third with a purplish drink.

I became acutely sensible that it had been hours since I had either eaten or drunk.

The yellow flagons were set before Larry and me, the purple at Rador's hand.
The girls, at his signal, again withdrew.

I raised my glass to my lips and took a deep draft.