Drinking Vessels:
Bowl:
Then I picked up one of the thick, heavy clay bowls. It was extremely strong, and bitter, but it was hot, and, unmistakably, it was coffee." Assassin of Gor Page 106
Cup:
they vary from a larger cup for paga to the tiny cups for tea "Another girl ran to him, bearing a cup of paga." Raiders of Gor, page 102 She rose swiftly to her feet. She knelt, head down, before me. She poured, carefully, the hot, black beverage into the tiny red cup. Tribesman of Gor Page 105
Flask : "I went to his locker near the mat and got out his Ka-la-na flask; taking a long draught myself and then shoving it into his hands. He drained the flask in one drink and wiped his hand across his beard, stained with the red juice of the fermented drink." Tarnsman of Gor Page 168
Glasses:
"She withdrew, head down. She picked up the small tray from the stand near the table. On it was a small vessel containing a thick, sweet liqueur from the distant Turia, the Ar of the South, and the two tiny glasses from which we had sipped it. On the tray too, was the metal vessel which contained black wine, steaming and bitter from far Thentis, famed for its tarn flocks, the small yellow-enamelled cups from which we had drunk the black wine, its spoons and sugars, a tiny bowl of mint sticks, and the softened, dampened cloths on which we had wiped our fingers." Explorers of Gor, page 10
Goblet :
goblets vary immensely; from jewel studded ones to plain metal goblets
"I thrust out the silver paga goblet, studded with rubies, and Telima, standing beside my throne like chair,
filled it." Raiders of Gor, page 223
Gourd Flagon :
"I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roasted tarsk meat, and roasted gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times replenished, of rence beer." Raiders Gor Page 44
Horn:
I held the large drinking horn of the north. "There is no way for this to stand upright," I said to him, puzzled. He threw back his head again, and roared once more with laughter. "If you cannot drain it," he said, "give it to another� I threw back my head and drained the horn. "Splendid!" cried the Fork Beard. I handed the horn to Thyri, who, in her collar, naked, between two benches, knelt at my feet. "Yes Jarl," she said, and ran to fill it, from the great vat. How marvellously beautiful is a naked, collared woman. Marauders of Gor Page 108
Hydria :
described as a high handled water vessel, something similar is used by slave girls to dip paga from simmering kettles. "The girls filled their vessels, which, like the hydria, or water vessel, are high-handled, for dipping, in a large kettle hung simmering over a fire near the entrance to the enclosure. Warm paga makes one drunk quicker, it is thought... Some Cosians tend to be fond of hot paga." Vagabonds of Gor, page 16
Kantharos:
"she knelt near the table... and put the paga, in a small kantharos... before me." Renegades of Gor, page71
Pot:
"I had hardly settled myself behind the table when the proprietor had placed a large, fat pot of steaming Kal-da before me. It almost burned my hands to lift the pot. I took a long, burning swig of the brew and though, on another occasion, I might have thought it foul, tonight it sang through my body like the bubbling fire it was, a sizzling, brutal irritant that tasted so bad and yet charmed me so much I had to laugh." Outlaw of Gor, page 78
Tankard :
The Forkbeard himself now, from a wooden keg, poured a great tankard of ale, which must have been of the measure of five gallons - - - . The tankard then, with two great bronze handles, was passed from hands to hands among the rowers. The men threw back their heads and, the liquid spilling down their bodies drank ale. It was victory ale From Marauders of Gor Page 99
Wine Crater:
Aphris got up and fetched not a skin, but a bottle, of wine, Ka-la-na wine, from the Ka-la-na orchards of great Ar itself. She also brought a black, red-trimmed wine crater from the isle of Cos. �May I serve you?� she asked. Kamchak�s eyes glinted. �Yes,� he said.
She poured wine into the crater and replaced the bottle. Kamchak had watched her hands very carefully. She had had to break the seal on the bottle to open it. The crater had been upside down when she had picked it up. If she had poisoned the wine she had certainly done so deftly. Then she knelt before him in the position of the Pleasure Slave and, head down, arms extended, offered him the crater. He took it and sniffed it and then took a wary sip. Nomads of Gor Pages 150-151
