“Oh, no, Carloman; if I had a brother I would never speak so of him.”
“But Lothaire is so unkind.”
“Ah! but we must be kind to those who are unkind to us.”
The child rose on his elbow, and looked into Richard’s face. “No one ever told me so before.”
“Oh, Carloman, not Brother Hilary?”
“I never heed Brother Hilary—he is so lengthy, and wearisome; besides, no one is ever kind to those that hate them.”
“My father was,” said Richard.
“And they killed him!” said Carloman.
“Yes,” said Richard, crossing himself, “but he is gone to be in peace.”
“I wonder if it is happier there, than here,” said Carloman. “I am not happy. But tell me why should we be good to those that hate us?”