[ Forcing the issue with Lambert is rarely productive. Later, maybe, with time to calm down, a chance to prove himself in ways that don’t require flinging himself at the Ringmaster’s mercy in a display that he imagines would certainly invite scorn rather than respect, he’ll come around.
For now, it’s too soon. But both Lambert and Celandine look at Childermass, eyes half-lidded, before Lambert sullenly extends his injured hand, the other still cradling Celandine to his chest. ]
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For now, it’s too soon. But both Lambert and Celandine look at Childermass, eyes half-lidded, before Lambert sullenly extends his injured hand, the other still cradling Celandine to his chest. ]