Chapter 78: A Vital Milk


    A few people in the group looked furtive when Defi said he was going to the more central streets where Adan''s tavern was. "We''ll meet you at the docks."


    Defi nodded, notmenting at the reluctant look in their eyes. He gave them a few coins. "If you might, hire some scows to take everyone. I can''t fit all of us in one boat."


    How they dealt with their parents and guardians was not up to him, he decided. But he had to say something.


    "The training for sword and halberd will take a year for the basics alone. This is not an amount of time that would be conducive to hiding your activities. I already have the permission of the orphanage. Some of you are already adults, but I suggest transparency."


    There was a brief contemtive, slightly guilty, slightly annoyed silence.


    "Garge homestead, yes?" asked one, after a while.


    "Yes."


    "We''ll be there." Over half the people not associated with the orphanage scattered.


    The orphanage kids, now numbering six, and one girl who was of simr age, apanied Defi to the tavern, chatting merrily.


    Defi nced at the older three who did not scatter. The oldest of them was about his age, seemingly friends with the other male of the three. The girl dressed in sturdy farm clothing, a year or two younger than Defi, apanied them. He could see that she was not acquainted with the other two.


    "You three all want to join the military?"


    "Yes, teacher. Both of us do." The oldest of the three answered, his voice deep and calm. "As for the miss, I don''t know."


    "Just Defi, not teacher. We''re about the same age."


    The girl shrugged. "Soldier sounds better than farmborer. I''ll be an officer, those people better wait." Herst words were slightly strained. She calmed herself and continued, "You can all call me Josel."


    "Boone."


    "Vesen." Boone''s friend''s voice was a soft tenor. He smiled at them brightly, pped Boone''s shoulder. "I''m just following this idiot. But weapons are not a bad thing to learn." He pointed his chin at the girl who was not an orphanage kid,ughing with Muriel. "My younger sister Sedni. I want her to be able to protect herself."


    Defi was used to gatherings of a hundred people. Making small talk with new acquaintances was not difficult while he thought over the information they shared. Everyone appeared to have their own reasons for seeking instruction with an untried teacher as young as he was.


    Seventeen people was arge ss by weapon-training standards.


    By the Creator, why did he agree to this?


    He consoled himself with the thought that some parents would not agree to his teaching when they got word of his youth. Not to mention, some of the students would drop out after seeing the flexibility and speed conditioning routine he was going to put them all through.


    He smiled inwardly.


    These students of his were going to nt his zaziphos orchard for him. That was good enough payment for some weeks of conditioning and basics.


    After that, if he could cut the number of people in half, it would allow him more time to focus on those who havemitted themselves to learning.


    "What are you doing in the tavern anyway?" Josel asked, crossing her arms.


    "Buying wine. For the workers." He rified when her brows furrowed. "They did good work thisst month."


    "You''re actually farming the Garge homestead?" Boone looked concerned.


    Defi shook his head, already anticipating their reaction. "I rebuilt the warehouse to raise slimes."


    True enough, they looked disbelieving and even more doubtful of him than before.


    Josel''s brow quirked. "You''re not some crazy rich noble, are you?"


    From the group ahead, Renne who was now Elen snickered when she heard that. "If he was rich," she called back, "his house would have stuff in it."


    "My house is fine," he responded quickly, then backtracked a bit as he recalled thements on his dcor of the central hall. "Maybe slightly less than fine, but I have things."


    "Note that he didn''t refute the ''crazy'',"mented Markar who was now Arac. The younger group fell into giggles.


    Heughed with them.


    Being known as slightly entric was as good a cover as any for the cultural and social gaffes he was still prone to making.


    Maybe he could ask Marmocha if he could source a book or journal on Ascharonian etiquette. Een had attempted to get him to read what she called ''improving'' books when she was still in town. He had ignored her at the time but because of her grandiose speeches, he was certain there were at least a few tomes on the subject that were easy to acquire.


    It would help at least a little.


    He wasn''t hopeful that it would fix much however. He knew that Ontrean etiquette books were too generalized that truth was lost. They were only for younger readers, and did not delve into the intricacies of arge part of what people grew up learning at home. Most of Ontrean etiquette was passed down by words and actions of elder family members.


    Unspoken rules, ancientws, historical traditions. Much of them too delicate to be depicted in the indelible and unsubtle ck and white that was a book.


    Ascharonian etiquette manuals would undoubtedly be the same. It was an advantage of each strata of society to have secret knowledge and ways of doing things that set people apart from others and brought simr people together. To put such things in a book would throw every hierarchical society into chaos.


    A world where people were not demarcated by their mores?


    Impossible.


    It would not survive.


    The street devolved into the corner building that housed Adan and Rocso''s tavern. It was a littlete for most taverns to be open, but Rocso liked to wait until the dawn market was closed before closing his kitchen. Most of his customers at this hour of the morning were fishers from the boats eating before they went home for the day or went out again.


    In any case, most taverns didn''t serve a full menu like this particr one did.


    At the front of the tavern, Adan nodded at their group from where he was sweeping the front. He noticed Defi. "Why the frown so early in the morning?"


    "I realized I didn''t know the name of your tavern."


    Adanughed quietly. "The sign was taken down years ago. Officially, it''s Isistra''s."


    "Most people just call it the Corner Tavern," said Boone.


    "Eating?" Adan swirled his stickbrush broom along the cobbles.


    Defi was about to say no, when he remembered that it was early. "Have you all eaten?"


    "Yes." Was the chorus.


    Defi gestured at them, in answer to Adan. "I''m here for wine. Hm, Clossur Madine or House Z?"


    Sarel had insulted both of those names with grand disdain, but he felt that if he suggested one of her picks, he might be stuck paying for a wine that only the imperial kitchens could afford.


    Adan snorted. "The Madine''s six crescents a bottle. As for the other one, this isn''t some noble salon. As my fathermonly says, what ya take us for?"


    Marmocha, Sarel, why not argue about ordinary wine? It would be more useful than the unpronounceable wines you were fighting over


    "Do you have a suggestion?"


    Adan paused. "Ah, you know Sarel, I now recall. What else did she suggest?"


    "Zamen Rakarlo Zobec, Familie Evifervel?"


    His brows rose. "What for?"


    "The builders at the homestead."


    "Work-well wine?" Adan looked greatly amused. He leaned his broom on the wall of the tavern. "Come. I feel I should stop you before you gain a habit of wasting money on drink."


    He stepped into the tavern.


    Defi shrugged at the others. Adan was more talkative than usual. Was it the early morning?


    He and the others followed.


    "Young Defi!" Rocso, about to step into the kitchen, spied him and gave his usual smirking wee. "Early delivery ore for food?"


    "Good morn, elder. Milk, please." He made a gesture that epassed all hispanions. "Vital milk, if you have it."


    "Of course," Rocso put an insulted expression on his face. "This is a ce for family. My son, where are your manners, get them to sit down!"


    He disappeared into the kitchen.


    Vital milk was just vital water mixed with fermented milk from cows or goats.


    A cup of cold milk before and after training was something some of the instructors in Ontrea swore by. Defi did not precisely know how effective it was, but The Home-maker''s Journal mentioned that fermented milk, called yoghurt, cultured in vats and stirred to creamy liquid after cooling, was a more nourishing drink than ordinary milk. It also kept longer and was cheaper by halfpared to fresh milk. The journal rmended it for growing children.


    Adan waved them to one of therger tables. He ducked into the bar and started collecting bottles.


    It was quiet in the tavern. Uncharacteristic from other times Defi was here.


    The ce was nearly empty, only three or four people slurping soups inside. The drunks had been collected and tossed snoring into a corner  the tavern owners would wake them and kick them out when they closed.


    Rocso appeared at the table with an armful of cups and arge ceramic jug. He deftly poured and distributed the cups, sliding them across the table to rest before each person.


    "Ah, you don''t have to" Vesen waved his arms, indicating the table.


    "This is a training method too," refuted Defi. "It is a known method of bolstering muscles and bones while training."


    "Really?" Elen asked. "You didn''t give us milk before though."


    "I was looking for a source." Actually he hadn''t thought of it. With just four students in the same age bracket and a simr level of physique, he could afford a more rxed training schedule. In addition, the children would never have been allowed to leave the orphanage without Aire feeding them.


    This was his solution for the fact that when he asked if everyone had eaten, all of the four people who were not connected to the orphanage had lied.