Marthe's, cool and articulate, did not alter at all. 'My name is Marthe.' 'What is your other name?' 'The name of my father.' 'And who is your father?' The slender, strongly made shoulders sketched a shrug. 'Who knows? He had no ship and no money; or if he had, he found better employment for both than in looking for me. Like your son, I am a bastard.' 'No, my dear,' said Lymond. 'Forgive me.… But I think you are a bastard like nobody else.
Marthe, portrayed as composed and eloquent, introduces herself confidently, stating her name and revealing her father's name as her other identity. When asked about her father, she responds with a casual shrug, suggesting she has little knowledge or no connection with him, implying she might be a bastard. She indicates her father's lack of wealth or status, hinting that he possibly chose a better life elsewhere or abandoned her.
In response, Lymond gently corrects her, acknowledging her as a true bastard, emphasizing her lack of traditional ties and social standing. His words reflect a recognition of her circumstances and perhaps an appreciation of her resilience and self-assuredness amidst her uncertain origin. The exchange underscores themes of identity, social status, and personal strength.
