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The light streams through the windows on the long top gallery. It illuminates the tapestries, making their jewel colours pop. I’ve become used to their nature over time, recognising the weaver’s craft rather than the subject matter. Not that I’ve suggested to Fenrother he should put the one back up in the great hall.

Wherever he’s put that, it can stay there. I have hope he might have used his new found flame to burn it.