“Ah, dear Lord Christ, and St. George,” he prayed, “let this be so–let him be a very perfect knight and a great King.”
Hearing a little movement, he lifted his head.
The child was awake; the sparkling blue of his eyes was brilliant in his flushed face.
“Seigneur!” he whispered, seeing his father; he smiled. “Shall we be going to England soon?”
“Even now they load the boats,” answered the Prince. “You wish to return to England?”
“Certès,” said the child wistfully. “Is the war over?” he added.
“What should you know of that?” asked the Prince, startled.
“I did hear the knights all talking of the war.”
“It is not over,” answered Edward sombrely. “Your Uncle Lancaster will finish that business.”