From the Author
I chose to write about Gilliam first because I hadn't yet even seen Geoffrey in my imagination although I was aware of him. Although I hadn't done it on purpose, Gilliam reminded me of my second son Justin. Like Gilliam, Justin was then a curly-haired blond (his hair has darkened since but is still just as curly), and a very big man. Let me just say that when Justin went to freshman orientation at high school, the football coach made a beeline for him and nearly got down on his knees to beg Justin to join the team. Justin, who now wears a 53 jacket, refused.
What I had yet to discover back then was that Justin has Asperger's Syndrome, or high functioning Autism. Oh, we knew something was quite right, like how he walked as a child: step, step, step, turn; step, step, step, turn. Or the way he'd take a silver pen and move it back and forth in front of his eyes for minutes at a time to calm himself. But, he was verbal and very, very, very bright. He started his first business at fourteen, teaching people how to use their computers. No surprise that he is now a highly successful computer programmer.
I didn't know any of that back when Gilliam's story occurred to me so I let myself imagine what Justin's life might have been like if he'd lived in the Twelfth Century.
I hope you enjoy it!