"He was taken home by my—by—Lord Lester?"
"Yes."
"Have they had no children since, woman?"
"None, ever, save him who was born beneath the roof of 'Hurtel of the Red-Hand.'"
"And this infant—this bastard child—this lowborn boy, grew up within the halls of Castle More as its liege lord?"
"He did!"
"And that boy stands before you?"
"He does!"
His calmness was appalling to witness. She shrunk from looking him in the face, and cowered before the light of his eyes.
"Mysterious woman! how thou camest by the knowledge of these things I know not. I believe thou hast spoken truth; thy tale hangs too well together for malice to invent."