Jonathan was much the happier, being mourned by one king and loved by two, and do not the loves and griefs of kings exceed those of other men?

Or, capture and death.

Punished, as a boy.

Captain and icemaster find themselves sharing more than body heat on the long way home.

The cause is long since lost. Richard Stoker's life as measured out in documents.

A record of an extremely small kindness.

The woman who will be Lady Jane and the man who will be her husband, Christmas 1826.

And this is the thing: Kuan-hung's not busy, and he's sure enough to think that they both know it without his saying so. But he gives a little rolling shrug of his shoulders, anyway, with his limited range of motion, and answers, "I'm not," because he can. And, "Can't you take care of yourself?"

Hal gets stabbed; Hickey gets invasive.

Solomon Tozer proves harder to tame than other men, and Hickey faces his own mutiny in miniature.

Too late for Christmas, too early for the new year. (Or, Hal makes himself inconvenient in as many ways as possible.)