"Prestimion?" Varaile said, as if from a great distance away.

He looked around, startled by the intrusion on his reverie. "Yes?"

"You're holding the baby upside down."

"Ah. Ah, so I am." He grinned. "Perhaps you'd better take him back, eh?"

Well, perhaps not all the mistakes were behind him yet.

He handed the baby to Varaile and leaned forwardand kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. And went back across the room to see if Septach Melayn and Gialaurys and the rest had left any of the best wines for him.

end.