The infant has my blood, and the race of Forester John will not die.

Arnulf will have an easy task.
He need but set the name of this new-born in Philip's place.

What manner of child is he, Anton?
Lusty, you say, and well-formed?
I would my arms could have held him....

But I must be about my business of dying.

I will take the news to Philip." Hope had risen again in the Cluniac's breast.