The return home

Since the moment he had heard the news, suspicions had swirled wildly in his head. How could it be? His father had seemed so strong and vibrant. And the unholy speed of his mother’s new life was raw and painful. But how to find the truth? How to tell lies from truth or dreams from reality? He needed a plan to unsettle the new order and make people nervous. He needed to be . . . unpredictable. In their unsettled state they might accidentally reveal the truth.

“Who goes there?” called the guard.

“Prince Hamlet, returned to Elsinore,” he replied.