Tower of David,
Tower of Ivory,
Gate of Heaven——
“But, Femke, how am I to use that for my poem? I don’t understand any of it.”
Femke didn’t understand much of it either. She had been reading the book every day for the past four or five years, and she had always been satisfied with her comprehension of it. But now she saw that she was as ignorant about it as Walter. She was ashamed and closed the book.
“But don’t you know what Faith is?” she asked, as if this defect might account for the general ignorance of both.
“Not that way,” Walter replied. “I learned it another way.”
“But you believe in Jesus, don’t you?”
“Oh, yes. That’s God’s son. But I didn’t learn anything about vessels and towers. Do they belong to faith?”
“Why, certainly! But you know the holy virgin, Maria!”