She moved to the bed and gently drew the curtains aside. Scarcely breathing, Philip followed her.
"It's my baby," she whispered, "My little boy."
He could not see her face. She bowed her head and continued softly, as if fearing to awaken the baby asleep on the bed:
"No one knows--but Jean. My mother came first, and then my father. I lied to them. I told them that I was married, and that my husband had gone into the North. I came home with the baby--to meet this man I called Paul Darcambal, and whom they thought was my husband. I didn't want it to happen down there, but I planned on telling them the truth when we all got back in our forests. But after I returned I found that--I couldn't. Perhaps you may understand. Up here--among the forest people--the mother of a baby--like that--is loo
