Spring comes, and Nie Huaisang is seen with his sabre for the first time since— anyone's guess as to when.
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what han…
"Tang da-ge," she presses, trying to reel him back for a final snatch of constructive conversation before he sets off into the wilderness of his own head again, "who was that handsome gentleman?"
"So familiar." Tang Fan's preening at her address persists as far as them both toeing over the threshold before the smug smile falls flat from his face. Then, "Wait," he starts, craning so far to toss a look over his shoulder that he ends up twisting himself around in a circle. "What— what handsome gentleman?"
Little wakes from unconsciousness into different company.
Peter lays traps, and is caught in them.
In a public street, Goodsir gazes at another man with a less-than-scientific eye and gets more than he bargains for.
Hickey thinks on what is to come for Billy Gibson and for himself.
If they cannot be vulnerable with one another as brothers, who else will shoulder that weight for them? Who else could survive it? Who else would dare risk their back and their life in the trying?
Like a wolf, Hickey senses Crozier's weakness; like a wolf, he descends on him. Like a wolf, he can hardly do anything else.
A scene of traditional seamen's handicrafts, for traditionally handsy (and crafty) seamen.
Caleb tries to put himself in a favorable position for the inevitable. It doesn't work out.