Shamiana chicken liver pâté

The light inside the shamianas was at once mellow and cool, as if one was inside an old parchment shade. The grass was soft under one’s feet, like an old carpet, although after a hundred or so people had trooped in for refreshments, it became trampled and there was a smell of old hay, appropriate to the occasion. The bearers hurried to and fro, although there was not so much for them to do, since the food was buffet-style and one simply had to get it and sit at a table. None the less