Sometimes Peter still feels the weight of a sword on his belt, even though he only carries a lunch pail and textbooks.
Sometimes Peter feels anger rise in his heart, and almost demands that his schoolmaster kneel before the High King.
Sometimes Peter feels like a little child when his riding instructor shows him how to mount a horse, and how to hold the reins.
Sometimes Peter longs for a breath of sea air taken from high in his turret. He wants to ride up to the Stone Table just to remember. He cracks his knuckles at the thought of mortal combat with the giants of the north.
Instead he sits on the bench during a cricket game.
Sometimes Peter no longer feels like the High King.