C363 A bowl of wine will do no harm

It had never been so lively in the manor before, the sunset had never been so, the bonfire had been set up in the huge open space, the brick stove had been set up with a dark iron pot, the pot was stewed with fat pheasants, the fragrance was wafting in the air and entering everyone's nostrils, the veterans seemed to have gone back to the days when they used to fight and march, they were also