Lady Percy's eyebrows go up. "Then who is this walking between us?"

"My mother's son, i'faith!"

"Go to!" She shakes her head, but, briefly, fondly, sets her hand on the back of Harry's head. "This new Henry, then -- how has the scapegrace prince comported himself, now that he wears the heavy crown? He writes a very pretty letter, if you would see it."

Harry glances at Kate. "We saw the coronation."

Lady Percy frowns. "What's this?"