She managed to answer, "I thank you for water, Fa- Jubal." That was almost the only word be got out of her.  When the glass completed the circuit, reaching the vacant chair at the head of the table, there was perhaps a half inch of water in it.  It raised itself, poured, and the water disappeared, then the tumbler placed itself on the cloth.  Jubal decided, correctly, that he had taken part in a group Sharing Water of the Innermost Temple... and probably in his honour - although it certainly was not even slightly like the Bacchallalhan revels he had thought accompanied such formal welcome of a brother.  Was it because they were in strange surroundings?  Or had he read into unexplicit reports what his own id wanted to find in those reports?