[Isaac could ask anything of Hector then, with his breath blowing hot against the spit-moistened skin of Hector's belly, and Hector would agree to it. To anything except leaving.
He silently calls out the fairy and sends it rushing to collect oil and candle to offer up to Isaac.]
Mmmmm. A benevolent lord you prove to be....
[The fairy flits back with a candle, which he offers up to Isaac like tribute. Isaac needs no match to light it. The little vial of oil follows. Hector had that near at hand, in case the occasion to use it arose.]
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He silently calls out the fairy and sends it rushing to collect oil and candle to offer up to Isaac.]
Mmmmm. A benevolent lord you prove to be....
[The fairy flits back with a candle, which he offers up to Isaac like tribute. Isaac needs no match to light it. The little vial of oil follows. Hector had that near at hand, in case the occasion to use it arose.]