"Even these bitter ones are diminishing sip by sip," Winters sighed deeply. "These were all brewed last year. The barley was confiscated by the garrison earlier this year, and then I managed to get it. It's impossible for me to use grain to brew beer, and the farmers are unwilling to sell their grain. So today is the last day of drinking to our heart's content; after this, Revodan might go a long time without beer."
Anna looped her arm through her lover's. "You've already done very well."
Winters sighed again, deeply. "I could have done better."
"You can't save everyone," she said.
"That," Winters said with a soft chuckle, "is the third time I've heard it."
"Who were the first two?" Anna asked, curious.