The feast slips a day.

Holmewell sings without some of you. Nobody is in the river. Osric’s eyes go from too-bright to merely annoyed, which is health. Hop will get a badge that means a day late, all dry, and that is a better relic than a comb.

Mixed-good: calendars are not current. You delayed a saint so a cutwater could be a cutwater. Gravity and rivers grade guesses. You let them.

A day late is a kind of pontage paid to the river. Dry clothes. A fever turning. Hop’s future badge will mean patience, which is not a bad saint. The Lynne goes south, unimpressed, and the bridge, for once, hums like a cart with no pebble.

THE END

What you learned: a shrine-day is traffic on a calendar; safety is timber, sounding, and refusing overloads. Arriving late and dry beats a ford’s opinion.