“And since I have been told that that son has reappeared, a brother of Saint Francis. The report has spread all through these parts. Tell me, is it true?”
Martin saw that all was known, and concealed himself no longer.
“It is true, aunt,” he said.
She embraced him, while the tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Oh, my Martin: Hubert is no more: and thou shouldst have been Lord of Walderne.”
“I seek a better inheritance, and I have not lost my hope of Hubert’s return.”
“I shall never see him, and I cannot trust Drogo, although he be the nephew of my late dear lord. I fear he will make a bad Lord of Walderne.”
“Then, my lady, leave the place simply in trust for Hubert, in case ought happen to you. Again I say Hubert will return.”
“What Drogo takes charge of, he will keep.”
“Then confer with the neighbouring gentry, with Earl Warrenne and others, and ask their advice how to secure the property for the true heir.”