I thought: He has changed; he has grown older; we have both grown older.

But when he reached me and took my hands in his I saw that he had not changed. There was the same lilt in his voice, the same eager smile in those slightly uptilted eyes. But after all, there was a change. He was free.

And there, in the garden of the Queen’s House on that autumn evening I knew — and he knew — that the future was for us to make.