"He does!"
"As a fisher's lad?"
"He follows the craft of him who reared him."
"On the beach beneath Castle Cor?"
"You have said."
A strange expression, too complicated to analyze, passed across his features. But he continued with the same awful calmness:
"The woman—the daughter—what became of her?"
"Thou wilt know hereafter."
"And her own boy—ha! was it a boy?" he asked, suddenly.
"It was."