‘What would your father say to me?’ he wondered aloud as I turned wearily away from him. ‘I don’t know,’ I told him bluntly. ‘I never knew him. Only you.’ ‘FitzChivalry.’ I turned back to him. Burrich met my eyes as he spoke. ‘I don’t know what he’d say to me. But I know I can say this for him, to you. I’m proud of you. It’s not the kind of work a man does that says he can be proud or not. It’s how he does it. Be proud of yourself.’
