“Oh, thou who art wanting to cross this threshold, dost thou know what awaits thee?”
“I know it,” answers the girl.
“Cold, hunger, hatred, derision, contempt, insults, a fearful death even.”
“I know it.”
“Complete isolation and separation from all?”
“I know it. I am ready. I will bear all sorrows and miseries.”
“Not only if inflicted by enemies, but when done by kindred and friends?”
“Yes, even when done by them.”
“Well, are you ready for self-sacrifice?”