For drink, ale was served at the lower table.

On the dais however, they drank some of the black wine which Wulf had bought--that is, except Sir Andrew and Rosamund, the former because he dared not, and the latter because she had always hated any drink but water--a dislike that came to her, doubtless, with her Eastern blood.
Thus they grew merry since their guest proved himself a cheerful fellow, who told them many stories of love and war, for he seemed to know much of loves, and to have been in sundry wars.

At these even Sir Andrew, forgetting his ailments and forebodings, laughed well, while Rosamund, looking more beautiful than ever in the gold-starred veil and the broidered tunic which the brethren had given her, listened to them, smiling somewhat absently.

At last the feast drew towards its end, when suddenly, as though struck by a sudden recollection, Georgios exclaimed: "The wine! The liquid amber from Trooidos! I had forgotten it.
Noble knight, have I your leave to draw ?" "Ay, excellent merchant," answered Sir Andrew.

"Certainly you can draw your own wine." So Georgios rose, and took a large jug and a silver tankard from the sideboard where such things were displayed.