Hickey amuses himself before his execution.

Horatio performs one last labor, and considers what's set before him.

The prince must put away childish things. Ned knows he's one of them.

Sibylla has a fine eye for beautiful things, but sometimes the flaws in a particular material may be very subtle indeed, not easily discerned. Kings must be discerning in all matters.

He was not as frightened as he was before, and that worried him.

He may not always be the most patient man, but Sui Zhou has come to be good at waiting. He has taken well to the lessons Tang Fan has taught him.

Sui Zhou was never made for precisive work with frangible things, but that has not once stopped Tang Fan from taking him in hand and seeing him put to that purpose.

Tang Fan is looking at him — hasn't stopped looking at him once, really, in some way, since Sui Zhou stepped over the threshold and into his room — but he's looking at him, now, with a wonder so holy it's encroaching on worship. As though Sui Zhou has shot down a sun for him instead of something else infinitely less incredible.

What would you have me do? I am a subject,
And challenge law: attorneys are denied me.

Henry of Lancaster has had ample time to think over what he wants and what he intends to do. Not that this is a whole lot of help.