Sent off the penultimate chapter of the gods to Rapunzel. The final chapter should tie up some loose ends, but not others. This is one instance where the structure suits the subject matter.
Whenever I think of Ghent I see him when he was young, taking shelter from some ice-age snowstorm, in a shallow cave in the lee of a hill, with only a small fire for warmth and a young wolf for company.
I’ll miss him, but I’m glad that he’s still out there.