I was drowsing off when the Fool reached over to pat my face with a warm hand. ‘Good you’re alive,’ he muttered. ‘Thank you,’ I said. I was summoning up Kettle’s game board and pieces in an effort to keep my mind to myself for the night. I had just begun to contemplate the problem. Suddenly I sat up, exclaiming, ‘Your hand is warm! Fool! Your hand is warm!’
