"Good day, little boy," said she, nodding in a friendly way.
Again Johannes thrilled from head to foot. Those were Windekind's eyes—that was Windekind's voice!
"Who are you?" he asked, his lips quivering with feeling.
"I am Robinetta, and this is my bird. He will not be afraid of you. Do you like birds?"
The redbreast was not afraid of Johannes. It flew to his arm. That was like old times. And it must be Windekind—that azure being!
"Tell me your name, Laddie," said Windekind's voice.
"Do you not know me? Do you not know that I am Johannes?"
"How could I know that?"
What did that mean? Still, it was the well-known, sweet voice. Those were the dark, heavenly-deep, blue eyes.
"Why do you look at me so, Johannes? Have you ever seen me before?"