"No, I don't know."
"Haven't you asked her?"
"I have, but she did not say."
"How is it you didn't find out, how could you have left her to face such torture alone?"
"I pitied her."
"And don't you pity her now? Enra, Enra, what have you done!"
The baby did not live long: it died by the evening of the fifth day as quietly as though it had gone to sleep.
"Where is the boy?" Maki asked, coming to herself.
"It is asleep," the queen answered.
"Never mind, I'll be very careful, let me have him!"