Several men were bearing down on them from the entrance to the alley. The youth's eyes were wide and frightened. The boy was frozen, his lantern a small pool of light in the narrow alley. Next to Hugh was a linkboy with a lantern. Far too young to be orphaned and inherit the dukedom. He'd dined with the Habsburg ambassador earlier this evening, and the wine was a gift.įirstly, Kit, his elder son-and, formally, the Earl of Staffin-was only seven. He moved the bottle of fine Viennese wine from his right arm to his left and drew his sword. It was half past midnight as he eyed the toughs slinking out of the shadows up ahead in the cold alley near Covent Garden. Hugh Fitzroy, the Duke of Kyle, did not want to die tonight, for three very good reasons. From The Black Prince and the Golden Falcon Now once there were a White Kingdom and a Black Kingdom that had been at war since time began.…
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