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531—552] . Oh, but in those fears I released him from my keeping.

. During these troubles of mine? Or what meanest thou?

. Yea, lest haply the poor child should meet thee, and die.

. Aye truly, that would have been worthy of my fortune.

. Well, at least I was watchful to avert that woe.

. I praise thy deed, and the foresight which thou hast shown.

. How, then, can I serve thee, as the case stands now?

. Let me speak to him, and see him face to face.

. Oh yes—he is close by, in charge of attendants.

. Then wherefore is his coming delayed?

. My child, thy father calls thee.—Bring him hither, servant, whosoever of you is guiding his steps.

. Comes the man at thy call? Or hath he failed to hear thy words?

. Even now one of the servants there draws near with him.

. Lift him, lift him to mine arms. He will feel no dread, I ween, in looking on this newly shed blood, if he is indeed my true-born son. But he must at once be broken into his father's rugged ways, and moulded to the likeness of his nature. Ah, boy, mayest thou prove happier than thy sire, but in all else like him; and thou wilt prove not base. Yet even now I may well envy