Decades later, when Phillip was king, he would often gaze out into the night. He would wonder about many things. He would wonder about his place in the world, with his parents, his brother, and his cousin all dead and gone. He would wonder about the fate of the kingdom and the fate of his own soul. And sometimes, remembering the carefree summers when he played with Edward and Thomas, the warm, smiling days rolling together into an endless parade of diversion, he would think about one question that had never been answered, despite the boysâ€™ best efforts. Sitting silently in his throne room, lost in thought at a feast, or awake in bed at night, he would wonder where in the world that goblet had gotten to.