Monday: The convictions that had driven him for twenty-five
years wavered in a rush of uncertainty.
Tuesday: If his mother had poured music into his soul, his
father had branded his bold heresy
upon it.
Wednesday: He had been braced then for her to shrink . . .
or to have subdued her doubts with his kisses
Thursday: He had lost himself for a few moments reliving
happier times, but he had known such a question as this must come.
Friday: "That is where my mother herself dropped it on
the day that she learned my father had fallen afoul of our baron.”
Saturday: In all the years Robert had remembered her with
warmth and gratitude, it had never crossed his mind that she may have paid a
price for the service she had rendered him that day.
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