"Ay, for aught I know."
Stephen Orry struggled to his elbow again. "Then he had wronged your mother?" he said with his breath coming quick.
"Ay, maybe so."
"The villain! Yet who am I to rail at him? Is your mother still alive?"
"No."
"Where is your father?"
"Don't speak of him," said Jason in an under-breath.
"But what's your name, my lad?"
"Jason."
With a long sigh of relief Stephen Orry dropped back and muttered to himself, "To think that such a father should never have known he had such a son."