"He was dying as he'd lived, and that made it so much harder for those who loved him. But then she remembered what she'd been told about his father's wretched last hours. After learning that John had betrayed him, he'd turned his face to the wall and had not spoken again. Only as his fever burned higher had he cried out, "Shame upon a conquered king." An anguished epitaph for a life that had once held such bright promise. No, better that Richard laugh at Death than die as Harry had. His body was wracked with pain, but at least he was not suffering Harry's agony of spirit. She could not have borne that."