Le Festin

On landing they feast, and Bishop Odo blesses the food and the wine. The host is delighted you came, and the menu is a treaty — every course a claim staked in someone else's country.

The Feast

Deceptively gentle baroque-pop, queasy underneath, a blessing sung with a mouth already full.

Note

HIC EPISCOPUS CIBUM ET POTUM BENEDICIT. 'Asseyez-vous, la mer est faite.' Sit down; the sea is behind us now.