"Methinks I saw him to-day."
"Where?"
"In the person of a peasant lad—the grandson of an old man, who has lived, unknown, in my forest, and slain my deer."
"And didst thou hang him, according to thy wont?"
"No, for he was brave, and something in the boy's look troubled me, and reminded me of her I once called my 'Aimèe.' She was English, but Eadgyth was hard to pronounce, so I called her 'Aimèe.'"
"Were there any marks by which you could identify your boy? Pity such a race should cease."
"I remember none. And the grandfather claims the lad as his own. Tell me, is he mine?"
"I know not, but there is a way in which thou canst inquire."
"How?"
"Hast thou courage?"