"My name?" The stranger laughed pleasantly, and laid a soothing hand over one of Hugh's. "Certes, 'tis so long since I thought of myself by name that I am like to forget it. In the days when I lived, fair sir, I was called James de Chesby."
Hugh sank on his knees, dragging the other with him.
"Father, father," he cried brokenly. "I am Hugh! I am your son!"
CHAPTER XXII
THE TREASURE OF THE BUCOLEON
A shudder wrenched Sir James's body.
"It cannot be! It cannot be!" he groaned. "Nay, I go mad. 'Tis as I feared. At last it hath come. Oh, Holy Lady of Heaven, I conjure you by my sweet wife, take pity on this poor sufferer, and——"
For the first time Hugh knew tears.
"But it is I, Hugh, father," he insisted. "Be not disturbed. You do not dream. I am Hugh that you left with Prior Thomas as a little babe."
"Hugh? But how come you here?"