Arthur Sr., I would learn, sat with his hands still in his lap, watching.

Diego smiled very widely.

And when a servant brought the velvet cushion with the antique signet ring to the head table, Beatrice beckoned the little boy forward.

“Come to Grandma, sweetie,” she said.

The boy held out his small hand for the ring.

And from the kitchen doorway, a voice cut across the whole garden, clear and steady and utterly without fear.