The Black Prince and the Dark Knight

A young soldier in glittering mail sat next to me at a banquet. He took the pledge cup from my hand and said: 'There was just a little too much nutmeg in the brew this time, didst thou not think so? I murmured some faint agreement and sat back into my place' And then he turned slow and calm upon me. Was that same lord codrington, that curly headed gallant who had leant against me in the white moonlight of saint olaf's cloisters when i was a blessed relic,. A silent mitred listening, long dead miracle gods. Well, the chance had passed and i would not take it back. The common people are lonely