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. We wouldn't have to haul any
water at all, just pipe it to the foot of the tree." She automatically
patted the living vallenwood on which the bar was built. The
people of Solace were more aware of growing wood than any folk
alive. "Then when the ale was all aged and ready, we could fill the
kegs-" Her eyes went wide, and she put a hand to her mouth.
"That's right." Otik was pleased that she understood. "I made a
batch at ground level, then had nothing to carry it up in but fifty-
weight kegs, up forty feet of stairs. Or I could run down a hundred
times with empty pitchers, filling the upstairs barrels." He rubbed
his back automatically. "I tied safety ropes on the kegs and rolled
them up, one at a time. Took the yeast an extra month to settle, and
I was in bed for three days with sore muscles."
"Poor Otik." But Tika laughed. "I wish I'd seen it. Nothing
exciting happens when we make ale."
"Shame on you, child." He was teasing. "The autumn batch is
always exciting. Today, a shipment of hops from the Plains of
Abanasinia will arrive. I'm the only innkeeper around who sends
far away for rich hops."
"You're the only innkeeper around, in Solace." But she added,
"And you'd be the best anyway, if there were a thousand."
"Now, now." Otik was pleased. He patted his belly. "It's a
labor of love, and the Inn has loved me back. Now fetch more
water."
As if in answer, there came a call from the kitchen
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