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career in the law. You, of all people?" He tugged at his moustache in puzzlement. "You are an admiral? Or a general?"
    "No, Papa. But I was once a major in the Yeomanry."
    The father wrinkled his nose. "You were always getting yourself into scrapes. Getting beyond yourself. Like that time you fell off the bridge in Dorset."
    "I didn't fall. I jumped, Papa. To evade capture by my friends. I jumped onto the higher branches of a tree, but they gave way."
    "Seem to remember you were in bed for months. And for what? It was a childish game, nothing more. No judgement, that's the thing."
    "There are those who would agree with you, I fear."
    "Always sickening in bed. Caused your mother no end of inconvenience." The voice trailed away, diverted down a new, more gentle path. "So .. . what of Mama?"
    "She lived a long life."
    "There were .. . other men?"
    (Did he truly want-to hear? But he knew there would have been other men. There were always other men.) "She married twice more." The son pondered telling him that they had been young enough to be her sons, the last even younger than he. But somehow it didn't seem to matter any longer. "Neither of them matched up to you, Papa."
    "Two, you say. Always a little careless with her men, your mama." The voice now seemed strained; Winston put it down to his father's need for a smoke. He had still not lit his cigarette.
    "But, in the end, loyal enough," the father continued. "Can't fault her loyalty, not through the last years, at least."
    The painful years of his father's decline came flooding back to the son, when his brain disease had got hold of him and he had died by fractions in public. Winston himself had died a little as he watched his father being led stumbling and incoherent from the Chamber. Decay of the brain, and of the character. The Churchill legacy.
    "You have sons?"
    "One. And three daughters."
    "Is he up to carrying the Churchill name?"
    "A father should never give up hope for his son," Winston responded. It was both reproach to his father and injunction to himself. His son had been named after the grandfather, Randolph, and had inherited so many of his characteristics. Rudeness, inconstancy, infidelity, lack of judgement that's what they said about the younger Randolph, and they had said no less in the grandfather's time.
    "And Jack? What of him?"
    "My brother is happy. Married. A stockbroker."
    "A stock Randolph bit off the thought, but there was no hiding the disappointment. "Went too soon, I did. Before my time. Always wanted more sons, but your mama .. . There was so much more still to do, to make the Churchill name stand out above the crowd. So, you have a role to play in this war."
    I was with the King this evening."
    "Which King is that?"
    "George. The Sixth."
    "What? Two more Georges?"
    "And two Edwards."
    "Hah! I knew the first, of course, royal rogue that he was. Once challenged me to a duel, he did. Couldn't accept, of course, not a contest with the Prince of Wales. A pickle over some damned woman. Can't remember her name."
    The name had been Edith, Countess of Aylesford, a woman to whom passion spoke more loudly than discretion. It had caused her to become entangled not only with the Prince of Wales but also with the Churchill family in an affair that grew into one of the most sensational causes de scan dale of the time. It had pushed Randolph's legendary lack of judgement to new and intolerable extremes, and he threatened the heir to the throne with public exposure. As a result, Randolph and his young family had been condemned to exile in Ireland and many years of royal ostracism. Winston's first memories had been not of his beloved England, but of Dublin.
    "In my life there was but one monarch, Victoria. It gave us all a sense of continuity, of stability. But four since then?" the father muttered in astonishment.
    "In less than forty years. And scarcely any great kings left. No Habsburgs, no Romanovs, not even a Kaiser."
    The father's jaw sagged in