You sleep in Mab’s barn and Saint Elswith’s day happens without you.

Mixed: custom kept you under a roof; the badge is a tomorrow problem; Hop, if he is here, cries once and eats twice. Mab: “Well will still be a well. You would not have been a good witness as a fever.”

Hospitality is not only shrines. A ridge farm is in the system. You stack hay because that is the rent of the blanket.

Mab does not own a shrine. She owns a roof that behaves. You miss the singing and keep your skin. Hop, if present, learns that feast-days are not stronger than gales. That is a pilgrimage fact, too.

THE END

What you learned: hospitality is a custom across hospice, inn, and farm—a roof in weather. Missing a feast-day can be the price of not walking a gale; the well remains.