His father knelt beside the bed, holding her hand carefully in his two trembling ones.

His father knelt beside him and opened the boy's battle cloak.

She looked beyond the child to where her father knelt tense and anxious.

The father knelt beside the bed, and, sobbing, prayed.

Suddenly his father was kneeling by him, holding him up against his chest.

His father, who once towered over him, would always kneel to his level when it was time for a chat.

His father stumbled over to them and knelt beside the pair.

He looked past the knife to where his father knelt on the cold marble, held still by two of the horse-guards.

His father moved to him and knelt on the grass.

Her father knelt on the bricks and braced his hands on the slab.