After a fashion. I won't spoil the rest because you'll enjoy it much more if I send you the book (when books can be sent again, of course). It has wonderful pictures in the Russian style--all billowy dresses and swirling robes and sloe-eyed cattle and apple-cheeked children. It's a bit young for you, but if you enjoy it, perhaps you'll keep it to give to your some young person one day.

I've always remembered the locket. Mother had one with a lock from each of us, but she stopped wearing it when we were small and stuffed it in the very back of a drawer in her dressing table. She doesn't put much stock in such things, I suppose.

I think the point of his being buried in livery is not to do with the young lord, at all, but with the fact that a yeoman gives fealty to the lord's house. It's not the individual lord or yeoman that matters, but the line and the office, you see. The insignia marked him as a true son of his fathers as much as it marked him as a true vassal to the lords of that manor.