Lemm is slow to rise, too, though with a different kind of reluctance. They should get a move on - but it'll be the Stag next. And the Knight will at some point give their verdict on how they thought this went. Lemm finds himself dreading both.

At the water's edge he wrings out his beard, half-bothers to finger-comb it, and turns to retrieve the stuff he left at the bench. Lemm picks up the old coat. For a very brief moment, like clockwork snagging, he stops.