Everyone else followed outside. Angus picked up Dakota, and Brian picked up Abbey and made sure the girls got to go out with them. Robert took the wire and foil off the top of the bottle and made sure he was holding the bottle in the proper direction. He laid the edge of the saber at a precise angle against the lower lip of the bottle to give him an idea of where he needed to aim and tried to get the stroke fixed in his head. He made sure no one was too close. He didn't want anyone hit with a flying glass shard.
He double checked everything, and taking a rather deep breath to calm and steady himself, he took one large, dramatic and forceful stroke against the lower lip of the bottle, just below the bottom edge of the cork. The cork, still in the glass neck of the severed off bottle shot off into the distance. Robert quickly righted the bottle so the champagne would not all shoot out of the bottle.
"Oh, well done!" Kate applauded him. Michael and the others joined in the applause.
"I knew you could still do it," Michael smiled. "You'd better let them know that you won't be serving them broken glass in their drinks."
"Oh, well, yes. That's true," Robert said. "The saber service cuts the bottle in such a way that there are no glass shards to end up in your glass. Its perfectly safe. It is, though, a rather nice way to open a bottle."
"I'll take that and serve it," Kate said, going to him and taking the bottle inside to find the glasses. He dried the blade of the saber and sheathed it.
"Thank you, Daddy," Khaat said.
"You're very welcome," he smiled.