"Les anges dans nos campagnes..."
The carol ends, and they begin to walk home. No need to stop at the Manor now.
"Good King Wenceslas looked down..." Paul begins, wistfully, as they walk.
They go on until they reach Will's verse; James has broken just this year. "Sire, the night is colder now..."
He continues till the end of the verse, feeling the chill, the loneliness. And almost, almost, he expects to hear that particular baritone answering...
"Mark my footsteps good my page..." Robin sings in response.
Will turns his face away to hide the tears that want to come.
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Oh. Wow.
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(Minor nitpick: I've always heard and seen it as "looked out.")
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