I raise the attractive bright moon of the wine cup invitation, lower the head to peep to see a figure and the compotation has already had three people.
Here is Mars, there's Bacchus with his wine cup, Pan piping on a silver dish... and now I've arrived at what looks like another pagan god, this time in mosaic.
" Who calls me bastard" ? Craster roared, sweeping platter and meat and wine cups from the table with his left hand while lifting the axe with his right.
It's very light to hold, and it's less like a wine cup and more like a small serving bowl-a bowl that would hold the equivalent of a very large glass of wine.