Christmas Day, 2035

[theravenboy]

After morning prayers (in which half the family went to the Methodist chapel, slightly under half to the Presbyterian chapel, and a few to St Cadfan's in Tywyn), the Davies family and friends have assembled at Emrys's home for Christmas dinner

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[sign_seeker]

There are a few Welsh carols Will knows, after all these years, but nothing like so many as the Davies family does. And Cordelia doesn't know any Welsh at all. The friendly thing to do, then, is to keep her company during the ones he can't join in on.

Now, though, he smiles. "Fair enough." A thoughtful moment's study of the tree in the room beyond, for musing or for show, and then he begins in a soft baritone, Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen... By the third word, the other singers have joined in.

This carol has been a favorite of his for a long time. And it seems appropriate, today.

[veryvorkosigan]

Cordelia's head rises a little at the first line, and her brows draw together in a slight frown; familiarity, but not complete. I know this song...

After a few more lines, her eyes widen as the familiarity clicks into recognition. She smiles, and hums along, but doesn't sing aloud.

Not until the song is over and another one has started (in Welsh again) does she murmur to Will, "I've never heard those words before."

[sign_seeker]

Will glances at her, eyebrows lifted slightly in question.

[veryvorkosigan]

Still very quietly: "I recognize the tune, it's a Barrayaran Winterfair carol. I had no idea its source was this old."