'You have found my Bela!' he cried, flinging his arms about the old man.
'Yes, your brother is safe, quite safe! My Lady hears?'
She heard, and the first tears that she had ever shed for years rushed to her eyes. She drew Gela, with a passionate gesture, to her side, and falling on her knees beside the Imperial throne in the Kittersaal, praised God.
Then, when she rose, she cried in very ecstasy:
'Fetch him; bring him at once!—oh, my child! Who found him? Who has him now? If a peasant saved his life, he and his shall have the finest of all my land in Iselthal in grant for ever and for ever!—--'
Greswold looked at her timidly; then said:
'May I speak to your Excellency alone?'
She touched Gela's hair tenderly.
'Go, my darling, and bear the good news to our reverend mother. You know how she has suffered.'
The boy obeyed and left the hall. She turned to Greswold.