"Was the child alive ?" he asked.

"Yes." He asked her where it was, its name, and whether she had any wish respecting it.

She had but one, she said.

It was that the boy might live and grow, in utter ignorance of his father, so that no arts might teach him to be gentle and forgiving.

When he became a man, she trusted to the God of their tribe to bring the father and the son together, and revenge her through her child.