Her great hour came at length, but an awful blow came with it. One day the prisoner-priest hurried up to the farm where she lived, and said, "I have sad news for you; forgive me; prisoner A25 has met with an accident."
She did not stay to hear more, but with her child in her arms she hurried away to the Mines, and there in the tempest of her trouble the secret of months went to the winds in an instant.
"Where is he?" she cried. "Let me see him. He is my husband."
"Your husband!" said the warders, and without more ado they laid hands upon her and carried her off to their Captain.
"This woman," they said, "turns out to be the wife of A25."
"As I suspected," the Captain answered.
"Where is my husband?" Greeba cried. "What accident has befallen him? Take me to him."
"First tell me why you came to this place," said the Captain.
"To be near my husband," said Greeba.
"Nothing else?"