Bontsie lifts his eyes for the first time! He is dazed by the light on all sides: everything sparkles, everything flashes, beams issue everywhere: from the walls, from the vessels, from the angels, from the judges! Nothing but suns around him!
He wearily droops his eyes.
"Really?" he asks doubtfully and abashed.
"Indeed!" answers the Highest Judge. "Indeed, I tell you—all is yours! All in Heaven belongs to you! Choose and take what you wish! You take your own."
"Really?" asks Bontsie once more, but in a firmer voice.
"Really, really, really!" they answer him on all sides.
"Well, if so," Bontsie smiles, "I should like to have every morning a hot roll with fresh butter!"
Judges and angels drooped their heads abashed. The Prosecuting Attorney laughed out loud.