Killer-Kate and Luke Lackland: 370 words. Kate gives the Young Duke the first barrel.
Also several hundred words of the increasingly weird dual Wood of Weyre fairy-stories that are obtruding myself on my attention. My Muse is veering between the Cinderella variant, and its Snow Whitey sequel a generation down the line, as each feeds back loopily upon the other. (The Snow character's being the Cinderella's character's daughter is the least of the craziness.) It's a bit of a distraction, but writing it until Cynthia Coeur-de-Verre and her friends get bored with me is the price I'm paying for any sleep at all, just at present.
Meanwhile, I return from half-term holidays to work, to discover the real world imitating the Wood of Weyre as heartily as it is able. Nnnngh!