When his manhood should come and he should hear the story of his father's sin, what would he say? Would not all his soul cry out aloud and curse the impostor who had begotten him?
The eyes of Bela followed the dark form of his mother as she passed from his room.
'She is very unhappy,' he thought wistfully. 'If I could find him now, would it make her happy again, I wonder?'
And the chivalry that was in his blood stirred in his childish veins.
'But you said that she sent him away?' whispered Gela, when Bela got upon his brother's bed and confided his thoughts to him.
'I did think so; but I might mistake,' said Bela. 'Perhaps he went because he was obliged, and that it is which grieves her.'
'Perhaps,' said Gela, meditatively.
'If I only knew where to go to find him I would go all over the world,' said Bela, with passion. 'I would ride Folko to the earth's very, very, end to reach him.'
'You could not get over the seas so,' said Gela; 'and he may be over the seas.'
'And we have never even seen the sea!' said Bela, to whom the suggested distance seemed more terrible than he had ever imagined. 'What can we do, Gela, do you think? you are clever about everything.'