"The Trewinion race sprang from the Trevanions," he went on. "The mother of our people was a Trevanion, and she, while but a child in years--for she was scarcely seventeen--married a nameless nobody, who, fearing the wrath of her brothers, ran away like a coward as soon as their wedding was found out. When it was known that she was going to be a mother, Lord Trevanion built a house and sent her here with a nurse, blessed with the gift of second sight. When the child was born--a son--the nurse, who was held in great respect by the family, sent for Lord Trevanion, who came, wondering at her message. Then she told him that many things had been revealed to her on the night of the child's birth, which she thought he ought to know. "On being asked what she meant, she replied that messengers from the spirit land had revealed to her that the boy was to be called Roger Trewinion, and that he was to have certain lands in that neighbourhood, then owned by Lord Trevanion. "So much was he moved by the nurse's story that this manor house was built, and the lands now belonging to it were handed over to this child. And thus, Roger, your name and mine began to be, and thus we own the lands belonging to Trewinion Manor." "And what became of the mother of this child, father?" I asked eagerly. "She lived many years with her son; lived with him, indeed, until she died." "And he?" "He married a lady belonging to the Penwardle family, one of the best families in the county." "And so our race has lived here ever since?" "Ever since. They dare not leave it. If, for six months at a time, the master of the family, or the son and heir, live away from this place, built at the command of Heaven, he brings a curse on the race of Trewinion which shall last unto the third generation." I felt very grave, for this was strange news to me. In my young, careless life I had not troubled to ask the history of my family. "There are many things I have to say on another occasion," said my father, "but most of them can wait. One thing, however, I must tell you. The nurse who was with the first Trewinion at his birth lived until he was blessed with a son, then, according to the records of the house of Trevanion, she uttered these words:" My father here took a piece of paper from a strong box and began to read: Trewinion's land so rich and free, Stretching out against the sea, So Trewinion's name shall stand, Like the rocks which on the sand Defy the angry breakers' power, While Trewinion's heir is pure. And so Trewinion's heir and pride A power shall be in the country side. And his enemies one and all Shall for ever droop and fall. "This refers to us, father, does it not?" I said. "It refers to me and to you; and if God gives you children it refers to your eldest son and to his eldest son. But I have not read all yet, Roger, my son. Pay good heed to what follows next.