When I was small, I liked Neddy above all my sisters. Because we were brothers, of course. And since I was but a wee thing I’d do anything he said. Mother saw me following him around the garden one day and said to my sister Elizabeth that I was like a duckling to his dam. And Neddy heard and took my arm and said “if he is a duck then he is mine own Duckie!” And so I was. Only within our family, mind you. To all others I am still Richard of Shrewsbury, Duke of York. Now. I don’t think you said. What is your name?