In a corner was a brightly-coloured picture of a saint, with two sconces for candles by the side of it.

The muleteer had crossed himself and bowed to it as he came in, and Terence doubted not that it was the picture of a saint who was supposed to take a special interest in muleteers.
From a small cupboard, the man brought out a flask of wine and two drinking cups.
"It is good," he said, as he placed them on the table.

"I go down to Xeres sometimes, and always bring up a half octave of something special for my friends, here." After pouring out the two cups, he handed the chair politely to Terence, and sat himself down on the edge of the pallet.

Then, taking out a tobacco bag and a roll of paper, he made a cigarette and handed it to Terence, and then rolled one for himself..