You have my gratitude...for this but moreover for the hospitality you have tirelessly given, sharing what food you have in this time of dearth although my stomach wishes not to be full when my heart is so empty, and making for me a bed of soft blankets although sleep refuses to take me from my troubles. Such generosity you have shown me - I who for all this time have thought you unworthy of my full respect.

[The words hang precariously in the pause that follows. He remembers once more that which he had witnessed beneath the slow uncurling mistletoe, a young man set on proving himself, stumbling perhaps but dogged in his desire to be recognized.]

I have judged too harshly. There is honor too in kindness.