Then he passed the cup, and Master Mathias too drained it.
"To your health, my beloved master!"
Then followed in turn the customary toasts. "To the health of the happy bride!" "May God give long life to the brave bridegroom!" "Long life to the beautiful Lady of Madocsany!" And so the cup went back and forth with toasts to friends and foes until there was nothing left to be said.
Meantime the moon had risen and shone through the window. The Lord Grazian said to Master Mathias:
"Why, my good follow, you have a married daughter."
"True, she lives in Tepla, poor soul. Yes, over there."
"How many children has she?"
"Six."
"You have not drunk to their health yet, have you?"
"On my soul, no."