Ira has several cardboard boxes with old, soft sweatshirts in them as cushions. Each is adjacent to a window in the office. (Abishag seldom looks out a window. That’s her brother’s assignment.)
He takes his ‘sentry duties’ very seriously. If I hear a noise in the wee hours and investigate from a house window, you may be sure his green-gold eyes are watching out the office window in front. All he needs is a small nightcap perched on his head.
Remember “T’was The Night Before Christmas” ? ‘Away to the window I flew like a flash…’
Ira may have been in bed, but he’s always vigilant.
Of course, he’d much rather have a plumed helmet like Gracus, than an ordinary nightcap.