“You have, then, some proofs, my child?”
“God, who knows my good right, will assist me to some.”
Van Systens exchanged a look with the Prince, who, since the first words of Rosa, seemed to try to remember her, as if it were not for the first time that this sweet voice rang in his ears.
An officer went off to fetch Boxtel, and Van Systens in the meanwhile continued his examination.
“And with what do you support your assertion that you are the real owner of the black tulip?”
“With the very simple fact of my having planted and grown it in my own chamber.”
“In your chamber? Where was your chamber?”
“At Loewestein.”
“You are from Loewestein?”
“I am the daughter of the jailer of the fortress.”