Hammevaro told him that he did and the man then thrust a list into his hands. 'Stroke o' luck that,' he said. 'Not many do. Read I mean. Chef does. I do as chief cellarer. Me mam had me taught by the clerics of Zol so as I could be better'n her 'n' me dad. Cost her a pretty penny though. They only 'ad a small farm outside o' Blue'aven. Grew grapes, they did. That's 'ow I came to know 'bout wine and become a cellarer. Good job, Chief Cellarer, 'specially in th' king's 'ousehold.'
He passed a paper to Hammevaro. 'That there list has th' wines th' king 'as asked for. Barrels are labelled. You need to mark th' ones goin' up.' He then handed Hammevaro a piece of chalk. 'Put a cross on them as are on th' list. You tak' that side 'n' I'll tak' this. Quicker that way.'
Hammevaro lit another torc
