The Eyes of the Dragon - Stephen King [73]
Then Peter was tried and convicted of his father's murder. He was in the Needle before any of the bewildered Staad family could get their minds around what had happened. Ben's father, Andrew, went to Thomas's coronation, and he came home with a bruise on his cheek-a bruise his wife thought it might be prudent not to speak of.
"I'm sure Peter's innocent," Ben said that night at supper. "I simply refuse to believe-"
The next moment he was sprawling on the floor, his ear ringing. His father was towering over him, pea soup dripping from his mustache, his face so red it was almost purple, and Ben's baby sister, Emmaline, was crying in her high chair.
"Don't mention the murdering whelp's name again in this house," his father said.
"Andrew!" his mother cried. "Andrew, he doesn't under-stand-"
His father, normally the kindest of men, turned his head and stared at Ben's mother. "Be quiet, woman," he said, and some-thing in his voice made her sit down again. Even Emmaline stopped crying.
"Father," Ben said quietly, "I can't even remember the last time you struck me. It's been ten years, I think, maybe longer. And I don't think you ever struck me in anger, until now. But it doesn't change my mind. I don't believe-"
Andrew Staad raised one warning finger. "I told you not to mention his name," he said, "and I meant it, Ben. I love you, but if you say his name, you'll be leaving my house."
"I'll not say it," Ben replied, getting up, "but because I love you, Da '. Not because I'm scared of you."
"Leave off!" Mrs. Staad cried, more frightened than ever. "I won't have the two of you bickering this way! Do you want to drive me insane?"
"No, Mother, don't worry, it's over," Ben said. "Isn't it, Da '?"
"It's over," his father said. "You're a good son in all things, Ben, and always have been, but mention him not."
There were things Andy Staad felt he couldn't tell his son- although Ben was seventeen, Andy still saw him as a boy. He would have been surprised if he'd known that Ben understood his reasons for striking out quite well.
Before the unfortunate turn of events of which you now know, Ben's friendship with the prince had already begun changing things for the Staads. Their Inner Baronies farm had once been very large. Over the last hundred years, they had been forced to sell the land off, a piece at a time. Now fewer than sixty reels remained, most of that mortgaged.
But over the last ten years or so, things had gradually improved. Bankers who had been threatening first became willing to extend the outstanding mortgages, and to even offer new loans at interest rates so cheap they were unheard of. It had hurt An-drew Staad bitterly to see the land of his ancestors whittled away reel by reel, and it had been a happy day for him when he was able to go to Halvay, the owner of the next farm over, and tell him that he had changed his mind about selling him the three reels Halvay had wanted to buy for the last nine years. And he knew who he had to thank for these wonderful changes, too. His son his son who was a close friend of the prince who also happened to be the King-in-waiting.
Now they were only the unlucky Staads again. If that had been all, only a case of things going back to the way they had been, he could have stood up under it without striking his son at the dinner table an act of which he was already ashamed.
But things weren't going to go back to the way they had been. Their position had worsened.
He had been lulled when the bankers had stopped behaving like sheep instead of wolves. He had borrowed a great deal of money, some to buy back land which he had already sold, some to install things like the new windmill. Now, he felt sure, the bankers would take off their