I am Jehan de Bault, Seigneur of – I know not where, and Lord of seventeen lordships in the County of – I forget the name, of a most noble and puissant family, possessing the High Justice, the Middle, and the Low. In my veins runs the blood of Roland, and of my forefathers were three marshals of France. I stand here, the last of my race; in token whereof may God preserve my mother, the King, France, and this Province! I was stolen by gypsies at the age of five, and carried off and sold by my father’s steward, as Joseph was by his brethren, and I appeal to – I appeal to – all good subjects of France to – help me to –
My rights! interjected Crafty Eyes, with a savage glance. My rights, the boy whispered, lowering his head.