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Randolph was a rising star, one of the most powerful men in the country some said the most powerful, and he believed it. He had quit the Government in the expectation of being recalled with ever greater honours, only to find his resignation greeted with ridicule. His reputation had crumbled. So had his mind, relentlessly. Winston had been still a schoolboy, not yet twelve. So long ago, yet the pain still so fresh.
    He stared at the portrait. What had his father been thinking when it was painted? Had those bright protruding eyes been able to see any of the misery that lay so close ahead? Had he felt any symptoms had he guessed in any way that he had already set out upon a path that would lead to a slow and wretched death?
    No, he could not have known. No man ever knew what lay ahead.
    Tiredness gnawed away at the old man and his head sank towards the glass, still clutched tightly in his two hands. Yet as the head fell forward he was once more jerked awake. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at his father. Lord Randolph was sitting in the chair opposite not an oil painting, not an hallucination, but body and blood, so far as Winston could tell. It wasn't possible, of course, but .. .
    "Papa?"
    "What are you doing, Winston? Where are we?"
    "In my office. At the Admiralty."
    "So, you've become a clerk in the navy, have you?"
    "I followed you, Papa. Into politics."
    "Brutal game. Surprised you had the stomach for it. You were such a weakly child, always sickening for something." "Politics have been my life. I entered Parliament at the same age as you, Papa. Twenty-five."
    "Ah, all those years, but to what end?" The father managed to sound both envious and dismissive. He began filling his amber cigarette-holder with a little pad of cotton wool to soak up the nicotine. The process seemed to absorb him, to the annoyance of his son. Instinctively the son decided not to reveal all of his hand, to keep something in reserve.
    "I have been Home Secretary and, as you were, Chancellor of the Exchequer. For five years."
    The father, who had been Chancellor for a mere five months, seemed not to hear, his attention focused on the search for a match from deep within his pockets. "I used your old robes, Papa, the ones you wore." Randolph scowled impatiently as his search continued fruitlessly.
    "And until this morning I was First Lord of the Admiralty," the son added.
    "Under whose authority? Who as Prime Minister?" "Neville Chamberlain Joe's younger son." "What? A Chamberlain as Prime Minister?" The eyes of the father bulged in displeasure. "Praise be that I never lived to see the day. Nothing but iron mongers Why, in my day you could buy a dozen Chamberlains for a single Churchill and still get change." He stared at Winston as though he were directly responsible for the devaluation of the currency. "So how did this young Chamberlain do?"
    "Not well." The son chose the words with care, speaking them slowly. "We are engaged in a horrible war with Germany, Papa, for the second time in my life. With flying machines and other terrible weapons that slaughter millions of men."
    "Millions, you say?"
    Tens of millions."
    "My God, is it possible? Then I'm glad not to have lived to see such terrible days. But we will prevail, of course."
    Again the words were chosen with care. "Not necessarily. We may not prevail. And if we don't, we shall lose not only our armies but also our empire, even our independence."
    "Takes my breath away to hear it. Not the place it once was, eh, our England? But something always turns up. Like fresh cavalry riding out of the afternoon sun."
    "The British cavalry hasn't charged in anger in more than forty years."
    The father shook his head in consternation. "So, who is to lead us from the jaws of such adversity?"
    "I hope it will be me, Papa."
    "You, Winston? My God, but you only just sneaked into Sandhurst by the skin of your breeches. And at the third attempt. With your school record I couldn't even consider you for a