Allistair, can you tell us your favorite memory of Alfred when he was a kid?

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Scotland: *nods slowly and smiles as he thinks back*
“My favorite memory was the first time I went over to visit him. Of course, it was behind Arthur’s back…but Alfred was a little tyke…still in his nappies…and he was rushing around trying to show me everything he had. Every item he brought to show me, he looked so proud of. Wooden spoon? Proud. An old shoe? Proud. He was so full of energy and hope…and once he got out of the city, he wouldn’t stop running around the forest and pointing to everything. He was precious. To this day…his eyes have never changed.”