A great fear possessed her heart, and she bade them bring the child to her.

When they laid him naked before her, she stroked the little round body, the straight back, and well-shaped legs with her weak hands, and felt comforted.

He was a beautifully-formed, well-developed child, her child, her very own, and nothing was lacking save the grey lock.

She never wearied of looking at him; at last she leaned over him and whispered: "You sweet little darling, you are just as good, and just as much of a Greylock as your brother.

He will be duke, but that is no great piece of luck, and we will not begrudge it to him.