"No," Alfredo admitted.
" He seemed to understand only the tenderness, the infinite friendship of a brother. If I was kind and calm with him, if I spoke to him sweetly and with love, if I held his hand, he understood me, he obeyed me; without talking he let me know that I was helping him. I ... couldn't leave him in his time of need, after he had done so much for us.”
The king's voice cracked for a moment, and then he became more and more vehement “ I took him with me whenever I could, I welcomed him into my apartment because I had to keep him under control every moment to prevent him from going crazy, I rocked him and fed him and caressed him. I played with him and scolded him and sometimes made him angry. I had to be a father to him and above all a mother, as the reason that he had cha
