'Are you sure?' he replied, smiling. 'Look again.'
'Not I!' I said. 'How did it come here? A child! A baby! It is horrible.'
He shrugged his shoulders. 'We found it in this hut; in that bed. A man to whom we gave quarter said it was----'
'No!' I shouted.
'Yes,' he answered, nodding.
'Tzerclas' child! Count Leuchtenstein's child! Do you mean it?' I cried.
He nodded. 'Tzerclas' child, the man said. The other's child, I guess. Nay, I am certain. It knows your girl's name.'
'Marie's?'
The Waldgrave nodded. 'Take it up,' he said. 'And take charge of it.'
But I only stared at it. The thing seemed too wonderful to be true. I told the Waldgrave of Tzerclas' death, and of what he had muttered about the child.