Xèijandhìm was then introduced by the farmer to the master distiller, thereafter to stay a little afar, silently watching the business. In order to pay a homage to that unexpected guest, the master offered Xèijandhìm a little glass, splendidly decorated in silver ivy, within which a herbal liquor had been poured, and he let his gesture be accompanied by the spoken invitation: “Drink, Milady, drink! And you shall see how the elixir steals any torment troubling you, consigning it to sweet oblivion...”
“What did you just say?” Xèijandhìm asked, being curious.
“Do you really not know?” the master distiller asked, “yet it is widely known how firewater loosens both mental and bodily afflictions!”
“And how may a liquor consign torments to oblivion?”
The man was glad to tell her about the diff
