The serious look on the doctor's face warned Albert what he was about to hear, would not be good news. The young man waited in silence as the oncologist took a deep breath. "We will have to run some more tests, but it is pretty certain from the condition of your pancreas, that it is pretty far advanced. Why didn't you come to see me sooner?"
Albert seemed not to hear the last question, he was too busy contemplating the meaning of the diagnosis. Almost mechanically he answered the doctor. "I was in the wilderness up north, I couldn't get away." The doctor nodded as if he understood. Meanwhile, Albert was thinking about the future, not the future of the country, but his future. The political consequences only occurred to him later, for now all he thought was I am going to die.
Although Albert had been standing, he found that he was now sitting as the doctor explained the treatment options. "Sir, there is hope, albeit, but we will do our best. Is there someone you could call, it is best in these moments not to be alone."
Albert thought on the uncle who raised him, but he had died 2 years ago. His other uncle was now a monk in a far off cloister. His closest relative was his third cousin twice removed. "Yes" he said answering the doctors question. "Antoine" and after a pause "His Royal Highness must know eventually."