At the sound of my voice, Bishop pushed the door open so quickly it almost hit me on the nose. The old man was smiling from ear to ear, and if there was some sleep in his eyes before, now it evaporated.
"My lord! You have returned!" He paused, taking my new look in. "You look even more majestic than before." Then, he noticed Gi. "And who's that with you?"
I ignored the questions for now, as well as the old man's enthusiasm, of which there was too much if you asked me. "Let us in, Bishop, and bring out whatever food you have stored."
"Of course, my lord," Bishop hurried inside. In ten minutes he lit up oil lanterns, filled the table with what must've been the entire contents of his cellar and cupboards, made tea, and put on clothes.
