He wore a red coat and grew his beard long. He hadn’t used to, but it was what people expected, and if you wanted them to keep the faith…
They thought he was fearless. He had few enemies, that was certain – but there were times when the panic hit. He might be staring down a long chimney, squinting for a glimpse of hearth, when all of a sudden the nausea would rise and his stomach turn over. This was uncomfortable; his stomach was not small. He would watch the stars wheel before his irises and wait for jollity to return.
V for vignette 