Henry’s missed chance to take up mantle
Henry took up the mantle, tried it for size, wondered if it wasn’t a small bit tight around the shoulders, put it down again and returned and stood by the bank of the Nore. And waited for another day out. For Henry is many things but not, I suppose, a prophet.
But Christy, on whom the mantle still sits just right, would surely have seen it, had been written. Or simply wrote it himself.
