I have a snippet for you from The Merchant's Love today. Maxen is taking his younger brothers to a festival celebrating Tournai's Midwinter holiday and getting a little lost in memories.
They didn’t attend all of the entertainments, but they did see the things Thierry and Didier had been excited about. Maxen bought them each a little bag of roasted, sugared nuts almost immediately, and Didier tore into them just as quickly, a grin—the very same as Tristan’s—flashing at the first bite. Thierry seemed to think himself too old to do the same or to skip at Maxen’s side as he used to, but there was a sparkle of excitement in his eyes.
They strolled through the market, watched jugglers and acrobats, and went to one of the puppet shows. Maxen almost missed that he didn’t have to put Didier up on his shoulders anymore, though it had been years. Where had this nostalgia come from? It was hard to resist slipping into it at the holiday. To notice all the differences. His little brothers were growing up. Tristan was married, happily this time, to the man he loved. Father was gone, for only the second Midwinter holiday.