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The actual ceremony was a quiet affair, out of necessity, being in the hospital's chapel. But it was lovely.

A few reporters had been invited, men who could be trusted to know writing a favorable story would produce benefits for them later. Sir Anthony looked as well as could be expected, in bandages and mourning clothes, sporting a wheelchair that Davis handled expertly. Edith had borrowed a pale green spring-like dress from Mary, who had brought it from Downton with baby George and little Sybbie. Mary's face always wore a bit of a haunted expression these days, even a year after Matthew's death. Sir Richard has come calling once again, though, and Mary had favorable to him, perhaps in recognition that "true love" was perhaps rare, but that Richard did truly love her.

She had kissed Edith on the cheek when Edith had put on the dress that Baxter had stayed up all night to adjust. Mary had changed. And Edith had, too.

"I'd like to have the reception as soon as possible, but you're obviously in no shape for that," Lord Grantham said to Sir Anthony alone. He had asked for a few minutes with his new son-in-law after he had bee transferred back to his bed from being wheeled to the chapel. It had come out a bit harsh, and Robert winced to himself. He hadn't meant it to be so, but it was difficult to speak with this man, a man who had hurt his daughter so much, without also acknowledging his own part in that hurt.

"I understand. I will endeavor to heal..." Anthony groaned slightly, as the pain of the day got the better of him. Robert's gaze softened. He sat in the chair next to the bed, and inclined his head, giving Anthony the space to compose himself.

"I wanted to apologize for my part in... this." Robert said softly. Anthony's eyes opened a bit wider in surprise, but he let the man continue. "I thought I was simply being honest with you, about my reservations, but now I see that I wasn't being fair, to you or to Edith.

Anthony looked from Robert to the ceiling, trying to think of what to say. They were men from almost the same generation, with the same background and experiences. And yet they were so completely different.

Robert, I only remember you being the most supportive father-in-law I could ask for. You were ecstatic that Edith had found someone of our class, though I often thought the DSO on my part had made you a bit jealous. That's what I remember. And even if none of my memories are true, that I just made them all up, that's what I have to go on with." He tried to shift, always looking for a more comfortable position.

Robert stared, his mouth open slightly. He had never heard..."Well, then let's go with that, shall we? Moving forward and all that," he said briskly, standing up. Anthony nodded and offered his hand, which Robert took gingerly, giving him a curt nod and leaving the room.

Anthony closed his eyes. He was so tired. And he ached for the life he had made up for himself, instead of this sad excuse of one he now had. But at least I have Didi, he thought, as he saw her sneak in quietly before his slide into a healing sleep.

Robert made a few phone calls from Rosamund's house. Major Sir Anthony Strallan had never received a DSO.