New-born babies are God’s ultimate blank canvas, for we all arrive in this world physically and mentally naked.
Two such infant princes were on a collision course that would be thirty-six years in the making, but only one would emerge as king.
The contrasting paths of a poor Irish labourer, and a rich, titled Englishman, were set.
It was the duty of their parents to prepare them for the conflict.
Fathers and mothers have much to answer for, but of men and women, we know this.
The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.