You nod your head emphatically. He squints at you again, in surprise, and says
"You've certainly changed, Dear Heart!"

"Well, I would, wouldn't I?" you reply. "It has been many years."

"Yes, I suppose it has." He sighs deeply. "But all that matters is that you're back at last, and safe. I have done my best to guard what is meant to be yours while you were gone." He attempts to hug you, giving you a very cold chill instead. You smile brightly at him, to maintain the illusion that you are his beloved Saskia.

Well, come on upstairs and I will show you where your things are." he tells you, smiling a ghostly see-through smile.

You follow him up the stairs. At the top is a room full of things--no spare space except for a narrow aisle down the middle you can barely squeeze through. Most of it would be valuable if it hadn't been kept in a ruined castle for the last hundred years or so. Furniture stacked from floor to ceiling--fancy tables and chairs, tapestries, mats and even a couple of beds. You see many items which are still in good shape--a fine porcelaine tea set, silver spoons which are tarnished but could be cleaned and polished again.

He smiles and smiles upon you as you survey the room.

"This was your cradle, darling," he says, pointing at a lovely carved cradle, still with lace coverlet over a woolen blanket. "It is my most prized treasure."

You are beginning to feel a great deal of guilt over lying to this ghost, and yet at the same time, you can see that he is extremely happy. You wonder what happened to the original Saskia. Judging by the clothes he wears and the furniture and other things in the room, it has probably been nearly a hundred years since these things were new.

"Now that you are back, I can rest in peace," the ghost tells you, and hugs you once more. Then he disappears.

You don't want to share the wealth so you decide to keep it all for yourself.