Ambrosia! His mother's horror, when she smelt his breath--as if garlic had not been one of her birthrights! His uncle, roaring out in his bull's voice that black bread and garlic were good for little boys' stomachs, and made the stuff of soldiers.

Black bread and garlic and the Golden Age! After he had flooded the hall with light he began a tour of inspection.
The rooms were rather bare but clean and orderly.

Here and there were items that kept the homeland green in the recollection.

He came to the bedroom last.

He hesitated for a moment before opening the door.