"How does thee know it
surely?"
"From Kate Heaver, my lady's maid. My lady's illness--what was it?
Because she would help Our Man, and, out of his hatred, yonder second son
said that to her which no woman can bear that's a true woman; and then,
what with a chill and fever, she's been yonder ailing these weeks past.
She did what she could for him, and her husband did what he could against
him."
The old man settled back in his chair again. "Thee has kept silent all
these years? Thee has never told any that lives?"
"I gave my word to her that died--to our Egyptian's mother--that I would
never speak unless you gave me leave to speak, or if you should die
before me. It was but a day before the lad was born. So have I kept my
word. But now you shall speak. Ay, then, but you shall speak, or I'll
break my word to her, to do right by her son. She herself would speak if
she was here, and I'll answer her, if ever I see her after Purgatory, for
speaking now."
The old man drew himself up in his chair as though in pain, and said very
slowly, almost thickly: "I shall answer also for all I did.
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