The bar’s dark wood paneling glows, lit by the dying fire and the chandeliers hung from the low ceiling above the men stooped over their beer. The heavy wood door creaks open and a young man comes in from the cold.
The local men, tired of spending their drunken nights brawling one another, perk up at the sight of fresh meat. The young man asks for three warm ales for his group of travelers, tying up the horses outside. “Oh, the little boy is cold,” one man mutters, getting up from his bench.
“You won’t want to bother with a meek boy like me,” the young man says, cowering by the door that opens upon the arrival of another man.
“Ah, how ‘bout this one, then?” A large villager gets up and forms a barrier between the strangers and the bar. The new man, slightly older, cracks his knuckles in preparation for a fight.
Yet another man, older, bent and hunched in the shoulders comes through the door. “Brothers,” he says, “let’s press on to the next village.”
The local men make jabs at the band of travelers, calling them weak, but before they can return to their benches, the chandeliers over head rattle and shake. The old man has pinned the heaviest villager against the wall.
“Get these men a round,” the man against the wall gasps through clenched teeth. The old man drops him to the hard stone ground and the local men laugh and cheer, raising their glasses to the band of brothers.
The local men, tired of spending their drunken nights brawling one another, perk up at the sight of fresh meat. The young man asks for three warm ales for his group of travelers, tying up the horses outside. “Oh, the little boy is cold,” one man mutters, getting up from his bench.
“You won’t want to bother with a meek boy like me,” the young man says, cowering by the door that opens upon the arrival of another man.
“Ah, how ‘bout this one, then?” A large villager gets up and forms a barrier between the strangers and the bar. The new man, slightly older, cracks his knuckles in preparation for a fight.
Yet another man, older, bent and hunched in the shoulders comes through the door. “Brothers,” he says, “let’s press on to the next village.”
The local men make jabs at the band of travelers, calling them weak, but before they can return to their benches, the chandeliers over head rattle and shake. The old man has pinned the heaviest villager against the wall.
“Get these men a round,” the man against the wall gasps through clenched teeth. The old man drops him to the hard stone ground and the local men laugh and cheer, raising their glasses to the band of brothers.
France
c. 1870'sGilt Bronze, Crystal
16" diameter x 37" high
56" overall drop
$3650
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