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,
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> 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.
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> From Good King Wenceslas, by John Mason Neale