Into Something Rich & Strange

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: Two or three hundred words of the new chapter, which I had to run away before I could count them.   There are no flowers in this northern winter.  D'oh!

Kate tries to keep alive a beloved memory that wants to sublime out of everyone's world.  The Dubious Miracle turns out to have had unexpected consequences for both sides back in the equally Dubious Woods, and one of my favourite minor characters has turned this to good account offstage.  But this must complicate negotiations with the Duke still further.

The Low Road beckons.

Peasant Humour

Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 600 words of much-needed light relief, as we learn exactly how Dougal Dare-All unexpectedly took the loathly tower.

The humour is distinctly mediaeval and robust, but then Dougal & Co. kind of are.  I think he gets points for restraint, under the circumstances.

Down to the big lowland towns, tomorrow.  Not necessarily beyond them, since my domestic circumstances are threatening to get kind of mediaeval and robust on me, and I may need to invest a couple of hours' housework persuading them not to.