Robert and Kate sat with Angus's mother consoling her and extending sympathies. And then he saw a figure in the kitchen doorway of one of the houses. A very elderly wizard. A man clearly who once was proud and tall and somehow been broken and now was fining himself at the end of his life and facing not being able to leave the legacy for his children that he wanted to leave. A man who had given up most of the purpose to his life, and now with the death of his wife, seemed to have given up altogether and was just marking time until his time to pass.
"Excuse me," Robert said very gently. Kate engaged Angus's mother in conversation while robert got up and went over the the fragile elderly man. Robert reached out his hand and realized the man hadn't come outside because he wasn't able to negotiate the steps alone. Robert helped him come downstairs and greeted him.
"Buon Giorno," Robert said to him.
"English?" he asked Robert, a clear British accent in the man's voice.
"Indeed," Robert smiled.
"You are the employer of my grandson, then?"
"I am," Robert said.
"I felt your power the moment you apparated in," he said. "He speaks very well of you and your family..all of you. It would take a man truly dedicated to family to impress my grandson."
"He impresses me," Robert said. "You aren't so powerless yourself."
"Eh," the old man waved Robert's impressions away. "Ghosts of the past. That was a long time ago. "
"Well, then," Robert said. "Let us go talk of ghosts of the past for awhile."
"I would like that," the old man said. "The kids,...they don't understand that."
"Of course they dont. Shall I bring the wine?"
"Wine is for children. Let us drink like men," the old man said. "Angus!"
"Yes, Grandfather," Angus sprang up and went to him.
"Bring the good bottle and the box."
"Of course." Angus went into the house and brought out a bottle of what looked like water, two glasses, and a wooden chest. He put them on a table under a tree in the courtyard. Robert and the old man went over and sat down. The old man poured a shot of the clear liquid into each glass and gave one to Robert.
"Cin Cin," the old man toasted them both.
"Cin cin," Robert agreed. He took a sip of the clear liquid. It surprised him a bit. It made firewhiskey seem like mere soda. "Wow," Robert laughed. The old man laughed.
"This is how a man drinks," the old man said, taking a sip, with no reaction. He opened the chest to reveal the finest cigars Robert had ever seen. "Join me. One last smoke for my wife. She liked the smell of these, believe it or not."
"And so, we smoke," Robert smiled.
Brian watched Robert paying tribute to Angus's grandfather in the way the old man wanted. He sat with Khaat as other family members came out an introduced themselves to Brian, Khaat, Jack, Steven, Cassidy and Jess. Angus's brothers and sister in laws and their adolescent children. They were anxious to meet the people that Angus had given up running the boating business for.