Chapter 11

He brought his father’s hand to his lips and kissed it, then released his grip. He stood and, leaning over his father, placed another kiss on his forehead.

When he turned to leave he saw Henry had returned without Benedict having fetched him. Henry gave him a small, sad smile.

“James is waiting for you,” Henry said, and then turned back to their father.

Benedict walked back into the hallway without a backward glance. James stood at the far end, his muscular arms crossed over his chest.

“How are you?”

“Horrible, but I will be all right. Have you seen him?”

James shrugged. “I will go later.”

“James.”

His brother looked away. “It is difficult, Benedict.”

Benedict knew his brother had fought with the king more than a year ago. Their rift had not been healed in that time.

“You won’t get another chance, James. He is fading. He may not even last another day. Do you wish him to die without your ever reconciling?”