The Right Side of the Front   von Berceuse
                         (Facharbeit in Englisch 2007)
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                                 Kapitel 14: 
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“Well, I think we have to find a solution for this problem... A bigger gift
than 500 barrels of beer. Does Ironfist still live?”, Inredhel asked. “Yes,
of course. It was only 32 years ago when I declined his request.” “Well,
then he’s 532 now. When we bestow him his years times two in barrels, do you
think the dwarfs will help us?” “Of course, but... This would mean you want
to give them 1064 barrels of beer!” “Yes. Do we have so much beer?” “Of
course, we have tens of thousands barrels in the whole country!” “You
cheapskate”, Inredhel mumbled and grinned. “And 500 barrels would have been
a deficit for you?”, she asked jestingly. “I have to own up that I really
was a bit stingy... but only a very small touch!” Saruffen, Berethlorn and
Inredhel started to laugh and Berethlorn choked on a bite of his chicken
drumstick. Saruffen made no attempts to help him, but Inredhel stood up at the
same time as three other elves. The first who was there was Inredhel who took
care of him so he got okay soon again. He gave a malicious smirk out of
schadenfreude towards him. When Inredhel sat down again, Saruffen’s face
turned immediately and he smiled at her. “Well. Darling, Saruffen, I think we
three will take care of the beer”, she suggested. 
“We need to call on the depot master.” Berethlorn and Saruffen stood up
directly and followed Inredhel to the outside of the palace. They went to the
hindmost quarter of Bevelle where the gigantic depot was located. There, they
were welcomed by the depot master who directed them to the huge beer depot.
Irthadan was not lying when he told them about the tens of thousands barrels –
They had the feeling that these were considerable more. “Sir, I want you and
your workers to make a delivery of 1064 barrels of beer. IMMEDIATELY!”, she
ordered. The depot master looked at her confusedly but then he just said “Why
certainly!” and disappeared for a moment. When he came back, a hundred of
elves were with him who got vexed by their master. Inredhel nodded and the three
of them left the depot to go to Irthadan again. He stood at a very old portal
and mumbled some spells. “What are you doing, father?”, Inredhel asked him.

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