- The Prouds 150
you, My Lord. But here I am... dying in my bed like a
woman, so forgive me, My Lord... please.”
“But rather like a hero,” said the king. “If it wasn’t
for you, none of my conquests, or rather your conquests,
could have been achieved.”
“I, too, need to tell you something, Commander,”
said the king.
The commander said, “Say it, My Lord.”
The king said, “I am sorry...”
He started crying as his voice trembled. “I am sorry
for being so harsh on you when Heather was killed. I am
sorry, Commander. I was not myself. A king would never
offend his father. That is impossible.”
The commander started crying heavily, and said, “It
is all right, My Lord. I understand how angry you were.”
The king said, “Please, Commander, call me ‘son.’”
The commander said, “No. I can’t, My Lord.”
The king said, “Please, Commander...please.”
The commander said, “Very well... Son.”
The son grabbed his father’s hand with both his
hands and said as they both cried heavily, “Forgive me, My
Lord.”
The father said, “It is all right, Son.”
They held each other’s hands tightly, and the
commander was amazed because the king called him “my
lord.” It was the greatest honor he could possibly have. He