Compared to Sesil, however, Henry and Rufus showed no change—or perhaps they just didn't let it show.
Henry was very smart—so smart that Eric felt he was nothing like a nine-year-old. Whenever he had a free moment, Henry would cling to Eric's side.
Eric could sense his strong sense of purpose. Of course, perhaps he simply hadn't yet learned to hide it well.
He was convinced Eric knew something. Or rather, he thought Eric could influence the arrangements his older brother, Robert, had made for him. He was trying to improve his own situation.
He had likely known his place in the family for a long time. As the youngest son, he wouldn't receive much. If he didn't fight for more, he might end up with nothing at all.
It reminded Eric of his former self. Perhaps out of pity, or maybe sympathy, Eric didn't call the little guy out on it.
On the third day, it was time to depart.
Outside the Monastery, Eric's army was already assembled.
