The Prodigal Son
“It was one thing to be told of the prodigal’s return, but quite another to see him in the flesh. That small corner of Ronan’s mind that had retained a vestige of disbelief was now forced to accept the truth of my and his sister’s story. After eight years without a word, the best part of a decade with no knowledge as to whether he was alive or dead, the elder of the two Bellknapp brothers stood before us, bronzed, fit, his dark brown curls well combed, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Well dressed, too, and if his hose and tunic were not the extreme of fashion – and, let’s face it, the extreme of male fashion at that time was enough to make your average citizen laugh himself silly – they were made of good cloth and yarn and had been cut by an expert tailor. His riding boots gleamed with the gloss of the best Cordovan leather. Whatever else had, or had not, happened to Anthony during the years of his self-imposed exile, he hadn’t starved. In fact, he seemed to have done very well ...for himself.MoreLess
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