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New holidays are invented, old holidays forgotten.
Odd, though, which are which. People from the future have kept Carnival, but seem to have forgotten St. Martin's.
Urquhart wasn't a religious man in the last ten or twelve years of his life, any more; but this isn't a thing of faith, it's just a nice custom. They were welcome to do their torch processions and high masses without him, but he'd always quite liked a feast of roast goose and mulled cider on the day.
But here -- nothing.
Just nothing.
Urquhart vaguely feels as if somebody had called off Christmas (another useless if nice holiday), and grumpily orders a coffee.-
Odd, though, which are which. People from the future have kept Carnival, but seem to have forgotten St. Martin's.
Urquhart wasn't a religious man in the last ten or twelve years of his life, any more; but this isn't a thing of faith, it's just a nice custom. They were welcome to do their torch processions and high masses without him, but he'd always quite liked a feast of roast goose and mulled cider on the day.
But here -- nothing.
Just nothing.
Urquhart vaguely feels as if somebody had called off Christmas (another useless if nice holiday), and grumpily orders a coffee.-