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there and for the whole day and night she
kept on looking at him. He begged her
for God’s mercy to fetch him a drop of water
from the river, but she never moved and
never took her eyes off him. He did not
know how many days and nights they
remained there, but he remembered quite
well that one of the men who came to carry
him away on the stretcher was a hunchback.
The night was dark, but he could see the old
woman distinctly as she walked at the side
of the stretcher, her white hair flowing in
the wind and her clothes dripping with blood.
As they carried him up the church steps the
bells in the old village church began to chime
their well-known chime, and at the door
stood Hans, the old beadle, who used to
chase him and the other boys away when
they were too noisy during Mass; and Hans
nodded to him as he passed. He saw his
grandmother in her white cap and her black
shawl kneeling on her old knees in her usual
place by the side altar. He was not very
surprised to see her there, for he knew she
would come every evening to pray for him.
He wanted to go up to her, but he thought
he had better wait till she had finished her
prayer. The old woman from Dinant was
gone. He looked at his grandmother; he
knew he was safe, he knew he was released,
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