“If He save thee not before He judge thee, thou wilt never be saved. Dost thou not know He is the Saviour of men?”
“Well, I’ve heard say so, but I never thought it meant any thing.”
“It means every thing to sinners. Now, how art thou about to come by the salvation that Christ has wrought for thee?”
“The priest will give me some, won’t he?”
“He hath it not to give thee. Thou must go straight to the Lord Himself.”
“But I can’t go save through the Church. And oh dear, but I should be frightened to have aught to do with Him! Except when He’s a baby, and then we’ve got our Lady to intercede for us.”
“Art thou, then, very much afraid of me?”
“You? Oh no! You’re coming with me to take care of me—aren’t you?”
“I am. But what am I doing for thee, in comparison of Him who died for thee? Afraid of the Lord that laid down His life for thine! Why, Maiden, there is nought in His heart for thee save love and pity and strength to help. He loved thee—get it into thy mind, grave it deep in thy soul—He loved thee, and gave His life for thee.”
“Me?” Leuesa had come to a sudden stand. “You don’t mean me?”