"You really do look like him," he said, almost sadly. "Let us go then. Lucien shall stay here and watch the house - not that many intruders would come on Christmas Day, much less in the Dojo for someone such as yourself." The boy's wheelchair began to turn on its own without him touching it, facing towards the wilderness Wolfe was gazing at ten minutes ago from his balcony. As his wheelchair rolled forward, he turned to the imposing Jackson that walked beside him. He was not fazed by his appearance, however. No matter the circumstances, the man would never forget the one who wore that armour before. "Do you know the history of that blade you have?"