The best laid plans of Kindred and Kine . . . Perhaps, Plan A, then? "Peace," Thomas says. "Be still," as the Son of God had spoken to the storm. And Josephine is no less that. He drops the brand, which he hopes has adequately cooled, as close as he can to the fire without giving it too much thought. His focus is on the grapple. He doesn't imagine he's any Samson, but . . . Samson wasn't half as smart as Thomas and, well, how hard could it be?
Lay on Hands
Embarrassing--if she comes to, and he doesn't die, he wonders if she'll remember well enough to mock him?