A kiss is only a kiss.

Six years later, Fitzjames and Crozier broach a delicate topic in the privacy of a well-heated room.

Sequel to More Fools Than Wise.

Cornelius Hickey robs graves. Wouldn't you?

Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.

Before Antony is dispatched to Rome, he and Caesar have some business to settle.

Like a wolf, Hickey senses Crozier's weakness; like a wolf, he descends on him. Like a wolf, he can hardly do anything else.

You have misled a prince, a royal king,
A happy gentleman in blood and lineaments,
By you unhappied and disfigur'd clean...

Henry thinks he's being helpful. How cute.

A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.

"You would not hurt me," is what he says, careful, caged in. "You could never hurt me."

This, they have argued to a stalemate of irreconcilable disagreement; could so continue to press in unwinnability until the Heavens broke open overhead and the mountains crashed down astride them. But Sui Zhou serves to live as much as a man as he does a blade, and in that he is long intimated with the lay of blame for a tool in the wield of a hand.

Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.