"Yes!... Yes!..."
"He knew? How did Harold know? O my God, O my God! How did Harold know?"
"Harold knew ... because he saw!"
"He saw? Harold saw?"
"He was with them there, in the hills; he was in the pasangrahan."
"Harold?"
"He was a boy of thirteen. He woke up! He saw Mamma, Takma and Ma-Boeten. He saw them carrying his father's body. He stepped in his father's blood, Roelofsz! He was thirteen years old! He was thirteen years old! He has never forgotten what he saw! And he has known it always, all his life, all his life long!"
"O my God, O my God!... Oh, dear!... Is it true? Is it really true?"
"It's true! He told me himself."
"And he too ... did he never tell?"