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born to Ulrich, the succession should pass to my house, provided a son
were born to me. And further, in case no son were born to either, but
only daughters, then the succession should pass to Ulrich's daughter,
if she proved stainless; if she did not, my daughter should succeed,
if she retained a blameless name. And so I and my old wife here prayed
fervently for the good boon of a son, but the prayer was vain. You were
born to us. I was in despair. I saw the mighty prize slipping from my
grasp---the splendid dream vanishing away! And I had been so hopeful!
Five years had Ulrich lived in wedlock, and yet his wife had borne no
heir of either sex.
"'But hold,' I said, 'all is not lost.' A saving scheme had shot athwart
my brain. 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. We grieved,
but hoped for good results from measles, or physicians, or other natural
enemies of infancy, but were always disappointed. She lived, she throve
---Heaven's malison upon her! But it is nothing. We are safe. For,
ha!ha! have we not a son? And is not our son the future duke? Our
well-beloved Conrad, is it not so?---for, woman of eight-and-twenty years
as you are, my child, none other name than that hath ever fallen to you!
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