"Come in, my lord King," said Master Richard very faintly. "I have done what was to be done, and there now is nothing but to make an end."
The King knelt down at the further side of the bed.
"Is it the priest you want, Master Hermit?" he asked.
"Sir John will read the prayers presently," said Master Richard.
I heard the King swallow in his throat before he spoke again.
"And you will remember us all," he said, "before God's Majesty, and in particular my poor soul in its passion."
"How could I forget that?" asked Master Richard, and by his voice I knew that he laughed merrily to himself.
I asked him whether he would have lights.
"No, my father," he said, "there will be light enough."
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