Henry Bolingbroke is an absurdly youthful jousting champion and a man of few words. But his cousin is King of England, so that has to count for something.

They look alike.

How many nights has he entertained this very vision of Tang Fan, all lean long lines and li after li of smooth skin? Most, in some shape or another, since Tang Fan first stormed into his life and made his home in what wreckage he found there. Too many, but so few. To have it now, real enough to see, too far from reach to touch— it’s agony.

Goodsir takes stock of his practicals.

There have been stranger love-matches made at sea. Probably.

Intrepid ad man Pete Campbell plunges into the twilit homosexual underworld of New York City in search of answers. Bob Benson helps.

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.

and he shot me in the head

Silva asks for Bond's assistance in working out some personal issues. Well, 'asks'.

Xue Ling should rightly leave it be. But: Sui da-ge had brought the magistrate here so he wouldn't be hurt, and he seems prone to injuring himself more than anything.

Spring comes, and Nie Huaisang is seen with his sabre for the first time since— anyone's guess as to when.