Bryan hummed happily to himself as he arranged the new arrivals in the show room . Lovely pieces, all of them and he could scarcely bear to part with them, but needs must. His new treasure had to be paid for, sacrifices had to be made. Norah had clicked and clucked but had had to admit to the simple beauty of the country piece -1644 -Bryan had dated it at. Norah's eyes rolled- wasn't that the time that the Royalist Grecons were trying to hack the Cromwellian Grecons into little bits - well, all she could say about that was that it was a good thing that some sensible woman had kept polishing and dusting it and put it out of harms way. She'd taken a bet that once that wife of Sir Thomas set eyes on it, Bryan would be torn - cash in hand or a love affair with old Oak? Still, there was the other simpler court cupboard to be offered to my Lady and surely carved by the same hand!