are you well my son
the men asked softly
tom fell to the floor
please do not hurt me great king cried tom
i am a poor boy
but i do not want to die
com to me
you are not well
the king took tom is face between his hands and looked lovingly into it
do not be afraid
do not you know your father
then he spoke to tom in french
i do not know this language sir said tom
henry fell back onto the bed
then it is ture he cried
my son is mad
he help poor tom is head in his arms
then he sat up and looked at the people around him
his eyes were hard
my son is mad but he will be better soon the king said
if anyone of london
my son
will be the next king of england
we must sign all the papers to make him the prince of wales