Chapter 84

“Yes.” “Nothing like a night-cap. I’m coming in.” The hot bottle wrapped in flannel was slipped into Lance’s bed. “Good for too much blood to the head. You drink this down, child.” Lance lay and looked up at his grandfather almost as a child looks at its nurse. The man-child in him needed comforting. “You’re too good to me, grandpater. I don’t know why.” Old Pybus’s face had a mischievous tenderness. “Oh, you are going to find that out.” 6 The Venerable sat down in front of the fire. The hour was half past twelve, …