When Ludlow appeared royal messengers, spattered with mud and tired, like they told us that the sun is extinguished. - My lord, the king is dead. Long live the king! One heartbeat, I did not believe them. But the Press Council to the letters which was handed to me, saying that it is true. - Yes, God have mercy on his soul! I knelt down, bared his head, tilting it to God, and crossed himself. The rustle of the feet and the jingle of spurs were told that the others followed my example. For a moment I consigns the soul of the king God, because if Edward really desperate for forgiveness, who on earth deserved forgiveness is greater than he?
Seeing Through Closed Eyes: A Memoir with a Social Conscience
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