* * * * In wandering through the streets, I came at last to a squat portal in the wall of a cylinder.
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On each side of the door, in a small niche sheltered from the drizzle, there sputtered the yellow flame of a small tharlarion-oil lamp.
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By this flickering light I could read the faded lettering on the door: Kal-da sold here.
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Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices.
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I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor.
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I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness, a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing, than to any gustatory excellence.
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But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed.
* * * * In wandering through the streets, I came at last to a squat portal in the wall of a cylinder.
On each side of the door, in a small niche sheltered from the drizzle, there sputtered the yellow flame of a small tharlarion-oil lamp.
By this flickering light I could read the faded lettering on the door: Kal-da sold here.
Kal-da is a hot drink, almost scalding, made of diluted Ka-la-na wine, mixed with citrus juices and stinging spices.
I did not care much for this mouth-burning concoction, but it was popular with some of the lower castes, particularly those who performed strenuous manual labor.
I expected its popularity was due more to its capacity to warm a man and stick to his ribs, and to its cheapness, a poor grade of Ka-la-na wine being used in its brewing, than to any gustatory excellence.
But I reasoned on this night of all nights, this cold, depressing wet night, a cup of Kal-da might go well indeed.
- (Outlaw of Gor, Chapter )