“I did.”
“I am terribly sleepy.”
“And I too, but there is no time.”
“Ai,” said Pan Michael; “and the little wives must be frightened; at thought of that, sleep goes away.”
“They are praying for us,” said Ketling, raising his eyes toward the flying bombs.
“God give them health!” said Pan Michael.
“Among earthly women,” began Ketling, “there are none—”
But he did not finish, for the little knight, turning at that moment toward the interior of the castle, cried suddenly, in a loud voice,—
“For God’s sake! Save us! What do I see?”
And he sprang forward.