Crystal Line by Anne McCaffrey

Author:Anne McCaffrey [McCaffrey, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Sci-Fi
ISBN: 9780593028766
Publisher: Bantam Press
Published: 1993-04-21T23:00:00+00:00

Harmat was tart, cool, and long, with a pleasant aftertaste that kept the mouth sweet and soothed the throat.

"A good drink for a sun world. And sailors."

"Aye, it is," the harman said, his eyes twinkling.

"And if it weren't for them, we could export more."

"I thought Armagh's trade was fish oils and glue." The harman winnkled his nose disdainfully. "It is.

Harmat off-world commands a price, only trade rules say home consumption

comes first."

"Invent another drink." The harman frowned.

"I try. Oh, I try. But they drink me dry of anything I brew' "You're brewman as well?" He drew himself up, straight and proud. "I gather the

fruit from my own land, prepare it, press it, keg it, age it." She questioned him further, interested in another's exacting trade, and thought if she weren't a crystal singer, brewmaking would have been fun.

Biyanco, for that was the brewman's name, chatted with her amiably - he was an amusing fellow - until the laughter and talk of a large crowd penetrated the quiet gloom of the public room "The fishermen," he told her, busying himself by filling glass after glass of harmat, lining them

up along the bar.

He was none too soon, for the wide doors of the public room swung open and a horde of oiltrousered, vested men and women surged up to the bar, tanned hands closing on the nearest glass, coins spinning and clicking to the wooden surface. Killashandra remained on her stool but she was pressed hard on both sides by thirsty people who spared her no glance until they'd finished the first glass and were bawling for a refill.

Then she was, rather casually, she felt, dismissed as the fisherfolk laughed among themselves and talked trade.

"You'd best watch that stuff," said a voice in her ear and she saw Redbeard.

"I've been warned," she answered, grinning.

"Biyanco makes the best harmat this side of the canal. It's not a drink

for the novice."

"I've been warned," she repeated, mildly amused at the half-insult. Of course, the man couldn't know that she was a crystal singer. So his warning had been kindly meant.

A huge bronzed fist brushed past her left breast.

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