Not an actual chapter, I'm afraid. I'm off, enjoying the Young Master's first Christmas. I hope you all have/had a wonderful holiday with those most important to you. Story resumes on Thursday.

  

  “Bring me flesh, and bring me wine,

  Stolen story; please report.

  Bring me pine-logs hither:

  Thouand I will see him dine,

  When we bear them thither.”

  Page and monarch forth they went,

  Forth they went together;

  Through the rude wind’s wild lament,

  And the bitter weather.

  From Good King Wenceslas, by John Mason Neale