You were born at midnight.

Only the leech, the nurse, and six waiting-women knew your sex.

I hanged them every one before an hour sped.

Next morning all the barony went mad with rejoicing over the proclamation that a son was born to Klugenstein---an heir to mighty Brandenburgh! And well the secret has been kept.

Your mother's own sister nursed your infancy, and from that time forward we feared nothing.
"When you were ten years old, a daughter was born to Ulrich.