"Oh, they won't do anything," said Russat. "They fume and fuss a lot,
but they won't do anything."
"I hope not," said Anketam. He finished the last of his spiked tea, and
Memi poured him another one. "I don't see how they have any right to
tell us how to live or how to run our own homes. They ought to mind
their own business and leave us alone."
"You two finish those drinks," said Memi, "and quit talking about wars.
The food will be ready pretty quickly."
"Good," said Anketam. "I'm starved." And, he admitted to himself, the
brandy and hot tea had gone to his head. A good meal would make him feel
better.
Russat said: "I don't get much of a chance to eat Memi's cooking; I'll
sure like this meal."
"You can stay for breakfast in the morning, can't you?" Anketam asked.
"Oh, I wouldn't want to put you to all that trouble. I have to be up to
your Chief's house before sunrise."
"We get up before sunrise," Anketam said flatly. "You can stay for
breakfast."