Sometimes she still joined me on the hunt, on those days when she wasn’t dictating letters begging someone or the other to help us regain my father’s throne or thinking of whom she could enlist in our cause next. Today, however, she stopped me before I even opened my mouth. “Not now, Edward. There is something I must tell you, and you must be man enough to bear it. Can you promise me that?” I noticed for the first time that her eyes were red. Had she been crying, like she had the year before when I fell ill and everyone thought for a day or so that I might die? “I promise.” “Your father was captured.” “Is he dead?” I managed to ask. “No.” My mother’s eyes clouded over. “He is a prisoner.” She clenched her fist. “He was hiding in the North, moving from place to place, but finally someone betrayed him, and he was taken to the Tower.” I had the sense that my mother was losing her sense of me as her audience.
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