"Grete," she said abruptly, "art afraid?"
"Of what, noble lady?" asked the child.
"Oh! of everything ... of insults and violence and death?"
"No, noble lady," said Grete simply. "I trust to God to protect me."
"Then wilt come with me?"
"Whither, noble lady?"
"Into the city ... alone with me ... we'll pretend that we go to Benediction...."
"Into the city...?" exclaimed the girl. "Alone?"
"Art afraid?"
"No."