James had cuddled up against Anthony and slept with a smile on his face. When the man started moving, the child yawned widely, sat up, rubbed his eyes, wiped his nose with the blanket and looked up at Anthony. He suddenly remembered what had happened last night - how his whole life had turned around, and how he had been adopted now, like in stories, and this was the beginning of an adventure that would probably result in becoming wealthy and marrying a princess. Evidently. He grinned up at the man. "Good morning, uncle Anthony."