But that isn't the strangest part," Fallon said. He peered down the corridor, as if to make sure Philip wasn't nearby.

Then he turned to Charlotte. "He's started thanking me, Your Grace." His beetled eyebrows pulled low. "When I iron the paper, he thanks me. When I announce a visitor, he thanks me. Why, he even thanked me the other day for opening the door. 'Thank you, Fallon,' he says.

Autore: Ashley March